Page 27 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Four

Rafe

E ven though Finch was being impatient as hell, I still speared two fingers inside of him, wanting to stretch him at least a little bit before I sank my cock inside of him.

I wasn’t interested in hurting him, even if he might be okay with it.

I wanted our first time together to be good .

If he wanted me to hurt him after this time, fine. I was down for it. But not now.

“You are such a stubborn bastard,” Finch panted, his neck arching. I leaned over him and sank my teeth into his Adam’s apple. He moaned and pushed down on my fingers as I laved my tongue over the bite marks.

“Stubborn is my middle name,” I told him as I pulled my fingers out.

He huffed a laugh. “When was the last time you were tested?” I asked him as I slicked my cock with a fuck ton of lube.

I was probably overdoing it, but he still wasn’t stretched to my preferences.

I feared if I kept trying to stretch him though, Finch was going to just take matters into his own hands, and that wasn’t fucking happening. I was the one in control here.

“Last week,” he told me, his eyes narrowed on where my hand was fisting my cock, the slick sound of my fist moving over my dick echoing in the room. “We have to get tested frequently. Now hurry the fuck up, Rafe.”

“Not gonna ask if I’ve been tested?” I teased as I notched my cock at his hole.

The muscle fluttered around me, and he gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin.

For someone always so cool and collected, seeing him unravel just because I was withholding my cock from him was a beautiful damn sight.

“I’m sure you get tested frequently, too,” he snapped. I grinned. He bared his teeth at me in return. “Stop fucking around, Rafe, or I swear—”

I sank the tip of my cock inside of him, cutting off the rest of his sentence. He choked on his next breath, his eyes rolling back in his head as he grunted. Cocking my head to the side, I asked, “You swear what , baby?” I taunted.

He shook his head, panting. “I don’t even know,” he moaned. “Deeper, Rafe.”

A husky laugh spilled past my lips as I inched forward a little more. “So demanding, Ackley. Who knew you were a bossy bottom?”

“Fuck—” his breath hitched in his throat when I sank in a little deeper— “you.”

“I mean, if you want—” I started, but he tugged me down, cutting off the rest of my words as his lips met mine.

Growling, I quickly took over the kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth as I sank inside of him the rest of the way.

He hissed a breath against my lips, his hands coming up to tightly grasp my upper arms. Leaning up, I looked down at him, my brows furrowing.

“Too much?” I asked, getting ready to pull out so I could stretch him more.

“Don’t you—” he huffed— “dare fucking pull out, Botello.”

Leaning down, I kissed him again—softer this time—trying to distract him while he adjusted to being stuffed full of my cock.

Once he began to relax, I eased out, then glided back in, both of us moaning at how fucking good it felt to finally be joined like this after four long damn years of being forced to see each other constantly and not being able to do anything else.

No words were needed as we moved, our lips constantly gliding over each other’s.

Sweat coated our bodies, and neither of us could stop touching each other.

As I drew closer, I reached between us and gripped his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts until we were coming together, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Finch grunted when I spun him around to face the shower wall so I could wash his back.

After laying in bed for a good thirty minutes, both of us too cum drunk to move more than rolling onto our sides, we decided a shower was in order.

Both of us knew I was going to have to leave once the shower was over, but I hoped Finch knew this wasn’t the end of us. Not by a fucking long shot.

“Does your coach know you left?” Finch asked me.

“Nope,” I said, popping the P. He snorted. “But my roommate is covering for me, so I’m good. Coach doesn’t normally check on us once we turn in for the night anyway.”

He turned to face me once I was finished washing his back. I tipped my chin up a little so I could meet his eyes. His brows were furrowed, and a frown tugged at his lips. “What happens now, Rafe?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

“First, don’t get all defensive on me,” I said, reaching up to uncross his arms. They dropped to his sides with a smack.

“And don’t get huffy.” He rolled his eyes at me.

Fuck, he was adorable once he got comfortable with someone—all bratty and bossy and a hot as fuck bottom.

Just my damn type. “This doesn’t end here, Finch.

Before I leave, we’re exchanging numbers.

And while I know you’ve got one more game this season, that’s not stopping me from pursuing you. ”

He rolled his eyes. “What if our teammates find out?” he asked.

I scoffed. “I don’t give a fuck about our teammates, baby. They can go fuck themselves.” Finch snorted another laugh. “You’re mine . And now that I can have you, no one is stopping me.” I gripped his chin and tugged his face down for a kiss. “Not even you, baby.”

He sank into our kiss, a soft moan crawling from his throat. I backed him up against the shower wall, then dropped to my knees, throwing a wicked smirk up at him before I laved my tongue over the head of his cock.

I wouldn’t come see him again until after his championship game, so I needed to leave my man with a little parting gift to remember me by.

And judging by the long, loud moan he released when I swallowed his thick cock to the back of my throat, he’d fucking remember me, alright—or at least how good my mouth felt around him.