Page 8 of Sun and Stone (Elementally Yours #5)

8. A Different Kind of Dessert

Outside the restaurant, Fynn bestows a sweet kiss on my lips. He tastes like dark chocolate and still smells like vanilla. Maybe it’s his soap or shampoo. It suits him perfectly.

“Is there any life-altering news you need to drop on me?” he wonders.

“Nope, I’m good.”

He grabs my hand, a bright smile lighting up his face. “Good, then you can come back to my place.”

“What, really?” I hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“Sure, we were interrupted last time. Let’s finish what we started.”

Well, when he puts it that way, we should definitely pick up where we left off. He already treated me to dessert. This is… more dessert. I don’t have his sweet tooth, but I can’t say no to this kind of treat.

It takes a few minutes to get to his hotel room, and I’m already desperate for him once we’re behind the closed door and alone.

We’re quick to undress, but not quick enough.

"Get naked faster," I complain as we fall down onto his bed.

"Kinda difficult with you on top of me."

"Well, I’m not getting up.” To help, I start undoing the buttons on Fynn’s shirt for him. “Can't wait to be inside you."

"Yeah?" He murmurs the next time our lips part to breathe. “Fine with me.”

Okay, this does take priority over urgently getting naked. That reaction isn’t what I expected, and I pull back to look at him. “Are you not into bottoming? You liked receiving so much last time, I guessed—"

He huffs out a laugh. “I really don’t hate sucking dick. It’s just no contest that the other way is better.” He presses a soft, pleased kiss to my lips before I can protest. “You are just the very special unicorn type of person with the true talent and dedication to be different.”

With a groan, I roll away and off him, thinking we need to chat a bit first. “What do you prefer here?”

“Can kinda go either way,” he says. “With some of my preferences, I mean, I don’t seem—”

“You don’t seem?” I wave a hand. “Honey, who cares? What you like is what you like. In fact, what are those preferences you just alluded to?” I think back to the first time we were together. Maybe what he asked me last time wasn’t just something he dreamed up in the heat of the moment. “Permission to come? We can do that. Is there anything else?”

“Um, not really? I just like, not feedback, but I guess hearing you?”

Taking a guess at what that means, I think I’m translating that correctly. “If you want me to tell you what a good boy you’re being while you fuck me into the mattress, I’m into it.”

Bingo, we have a winner. Praise and permission—that’s what he likes. There’s the reaction I was looking for. He shivers as a bolt of desire rips through him, even as he shyly tries to hide his face in the quilt. “You are? Because you don’t have to.”

“Of course I don’t have to,” I say. “I want to. Why do I get the feeling you’ve been with some guys who... well, I have a sudden urge to punch them in the face?”

“I like praise,” he says with a shrug. “I have a sunny, non-confrontational personality that some might call soft, so people just jump to conclusions and think I must bottom.”

Good thing I stopped to clarify when he didn’t seem enthusiastic; I’d hate to be one of those losers.

“It doesn’t matter what you look like or your personality,” I insist. “We’re all wired differently. Personally, I’m as versatile as they come.” I take his face in my hands, letting him know, “I’m so, so on board with you fucking me senseless.”

“Okay.” He gives me a sweet kiss. “Bottoming is hit or miss for me. I’m either in the mood or I’m not, and I’m just not feeling it now.”

“Fine with me. To double check, I should still call you a good boy and give your permission to come?”

"Uh-huh." He nods enthusiastically, cheeks pink. Guess this was easier to talk about when drunk. “Really glad you don’t think I’m weird.”

"Honey, this is nothing. One of my closest friends is an experienced dom, so I dabbled a bit in the kink scene. This is just a few preferences.” Compared to the world of whips and bondage, this is positively tame in comparison. I’m not even sure it’s full kink.

"Is that so…" Fynn turns away from me, and I reach out and pull him back.

“He helped me navigate that world as a friend,” I add. “We never did a scene, never did anything sexual. Only a friend.”

"Oh, okay. Sorry."

"It’s perfectly alright.” I grin. “You’re cute jealous."

Not that I’d been intending to make him jealous. That was a long time ago anyway, in my 20s. After playing around in that world where I was equally as versatile when it came to dom and sub as top and bottom, this doesn’t feel strange. Wanting someone to be nice to you and getting permission to come. It’s tame in comparison to what I saw during my kink phase.

I don't think his few interests are enough to qualify as an actual scene, so I have no idea if we really need a safeword or not. But that's the point of a safeword, right? Safety, just in case.

“Do we need a safeword?” I ask.

His eyes widen comically. “Isn’t stop enough of a safeword?”

“Works for me.”

We aren’t doing anything that should make him say stop unless he actually wants to stop, so there’s no need to be fancy with the safewords. Stop works just fine.

But right now? Neither of us want to stop, not remotely.

What a view. I sit on the hotel bed and watch as Fynn undresses before me.

He unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing his toned chest. The soft fabric slides off his broad shoulders, revealing defined arms. He isn't overly muscled but there's a natural tone to him; he's fit despite his sweet tooth. The fast metabolism is one quirk of sunbrands and devoted sun students. Another trademark is the natural golden glow, which I can confirm goes all over his body.

"God, you're so gorgeous," I say.

His cheeks turn red, but he smiles as he undoes his belt and slides down his jeans slowly. I watch without moving or breathing as takes off his boxers and pants, drinking in the sight of him.

Beautifully nude, his full erection points towards the ceiling. Maybe our conversation got him hard or he’s worked up from me watching him so intently.

I know what he feels like in my mouth, but I didn’t get the chance to appreciate the whole picture until now. He’s longer than he is thick, but he still had enough girth to fill my mouth nicely. He’s going to feel good in my ass, I can already tell.

I get up and step closer, running my hand over his stomach and down to his cock. "Gonna fill me up, aren’t you? You're gonna rock my world tonight."

Fynn’s cock jumps in my hand, and I stroke him leisurely. He moans softly, his eyes closing as he leans into my touch.

“Wanna help me out?” I nod down to myself still fully dressed. “My hands are full.”

My other hand moves to grab and caress his balls. Fynn groans as he feels me working him over, and it takes a few tries before he gets enough coordination to start undressing me.

I let him go long enough for him to lift my shirt off my shoulders, then resume playing with his cock and balls. Fynn's hands explore my chest, sometimes grabbing onto me for balance when I work him over just right. He teases my nipples next. I gasp as he pinches one gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

My midsection is a lot softer than it used to be, and I know I've gained a few pounds from indulging in Fynn's sweet tooth, but the way he looks at me with pure arousal makes me feel sexy and desired.

When I’m totally naked, I let him go and lie down on the bed. “Get me ready.”

Fynn follows my instructions eagerly, hurrying as he grabs lube and condoms before joining me on the bed. Pre-brand, we’re mostly just humans, so condoms are the safest bet.

The sensation of his thumb running over my entrance makes me shiver in anticipation. His slick finger slips inside me, stretching me gently.

"God, you’re tight, Per.” One of his hands is clenched on my hip and I know he’s eager for more but he goes slow, taking his time to open me thoroughly. Figures he’s sweet and considerate even when hard and aching.

His eyes lock on mine as he watches me intently while easing another finger into me; I gasp as I feel the burn and stretch around his digit.

“Give me another finger,” I demand. “I can take it.”

He obliges and I moan as three of his fingers sink into me with just the slightest burn, but I’ve always liked it that way. When he finds my prostate, I moan, yearning for more.

"Fynn, you're making me feel so good," I pant. "Can't wait any longer." I grab his arm and stop him. “Fuck me. Now.”

He smiles as he applies lube to himself, dragging it over his beautiful cock. He positions himself and slowly enters me. I gasp at the feeling and wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight.

He slowly pushes in, and it feels like it takes a while for him to get all the way in, like I’ll be able to feel him in my throat. I love how his long length fits inside me, like he can reach every place I enjoy, and he feels good when I clench around him.

"Stay still," I instruct him. "Let me adjust." I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. The sensation of him inside me is intense, though overwhelmingly pleasurable. It's been too long since I've done this or indulged in even a quick hook up. And having this ray of sunshine be the one to fill me up makes me wonder how I could have ever gone so long without this.

Fynn's grip on my hips is tight, his stare intense, but I know he won’t move until I allow him.

"God, you feel good inside me. You're doing great, Fynn," I praise him. "You're following my instructions perfectly. Wanna move, don’t you? But you’re being still, just like I asked."

“Yeah.” He moans at the praise and I feel his cock jump inside me. “Being good… for you.”

I grin and give him the go-ahead. "Okay, you can move now."

He grabs my hips and starts moving, slowly at first, rocking into me gently.

“Good, just like that,” I direct him to use a slow and steady pace. I can't help but gasp as Fynn continues to thrust inside me. His pace is perfect, just like I instructed him. "Oh, fuck, yes," I moan, my voice thick with lust. "That's it. Keep going."

Being able to look into his eyes, seeing the pleasure bloom over his expressive face is perfect. I like when he sinks in fully and we’re eye to eye. I love feeling him pull out and slide all the way back in. But my poor neglected cock needs something too.

“Come closer,” I plead. “Right there.”

This way when we get close my cock slides against the hard planes of his torso for a few seconds of blissful friction.

"Can I go faster?" he whispers in my ear.

I nod my assent, and he picks up the pace, driving into me with renewed vigor. His hips crash into mine as he pistons his cock deep inside me.

"Fynn," I moan out his name. "Honey, you're amazing."

I gasp as he finds my prostate, his thrusts hitting the sweet spot with devastating precision.

"Fuck, yes!" I cry out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure engulfs me. I can feel my orgasm building, every nerve ending in my body tingling with anticipation.

Fynn groans and breathes heavily, his sweat-slick body moving with mine. He holds back, clearly trying to make me cum first, and I can't help but moan louder, urging him on.

“You can…” It takes a moment to find the words. “You can come.”

“You—you first,” he responds. So precious.

“Beautiful, you’re beautiful,” I praise, which is true, but not really the kind of praise I was going for. “You’re so… good and beautiful. Beautifully good?”

I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Fynn's thrusts are hitting just the right spot. I manage the most eloquent praise I can: an incredibly serious, “Good.”

Moaning as my orgasm hits me hard, I feel him thrust into me once, twice; then he stops over me and finds his own release. He pants above me, still looking right into my eyes, and I see his blissed-out affection; feel him inside me as I catch my breath.

Yeah, I really summed it up perfectly. Good. So good.

I might have more creative, bigger adjectives when my brain and vocabulary come back online but right now good seems to cover it. So glad he came into my life. We just seem to click on so many levels. We’re both wizards with similar magical experiences, his personality goes well with mine, and I adore his optimistic nature.

And sexually, we are obviously compatible. I'll need to test this conclusion so many more times, in so many positions, to really know for sure, but there are no complaints so far.

It's clear as I come down from the high of orgasm. I've found this sweet, sunshine-y man who is just crazy good for me and who clicks with me really well. He isn’t just good, he’s amazing. I want him to be mine. I want to be his.

This whole friends with benefits thing? I think I’m totally failing at it.

When he rolls off of me and we cuddle together, I run my fingers through Fynn's hair. He gives me a dreamy, dopey smile, and my heart skips a damn beat.

Yep. I might be in trouble.