Page 111 of Finlay

He was far from a passive participant. He might have been allowing me to pin him there, but that didn’t stop hiships grinding against my thigh. Didn’t stop his hands grabbing my arse and pulling me tighter to him.

It wasn’t enough though. I needed more.

I wrenched my mouth from his and rasped a question. “Can I fuck you?”

Surprise flashed over his face. “You don’t need to do that, Chester. I’m vers, but I enjoy topping.”

“I know.” I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to think how to phrase this right. “I do prefer to bottom, but not always. Now that Iknowtopping is anoption, rather than a requirement, I’m happier to do it. Do you know what I mean?”

“I do.” He stroked the back of my neck. “But only do it if you want to, Chester. Not because you want to make me happy.”

I slid my hand behind him and down to his rear. “I do want to make you happy, but beyond that, I want to fuck you more than I want my next breath. I need to be inside you, Finn. Please.”

His eyes darkened. “Then ye best take me upstairs, m’eudail. I’m gonna need something softer than a door under me the first time ye fuck me.”

Oh sweet Jesus, this was really happening. My cock was a steel bar in my jeans as I followed Finn up the stairs, his naked arse dancing tantalisingly in front of my face. I couldn’t wait to have him wrapped around me.

I’d meant what I said about this being a choice. Topping in the past had usually filled me with resignation. The knowledge that it was the only option available to me for penetrative sex had taken all the joy out of it.

That wasn’t the case anymore, and now that I knew that? Suddenly I could imagine allowing myself to enjoy topping. To want it.

Or, considering the obsessive way I was picturing sinking inside Finn, needing it.

Finn spun as we entered the bedroom, his mouth meeting mine as he shoved my jacket off. His hands went to the neck of my T-shirt as his tongue swiped over mine. His fingers ghosted over my collarbone before there was a loud ripping sound. Cool air hit my skin as Finn shoved away the redundant material.

“I’ll buy you another,” he grunted, pulling back for a millisecond.

“Don’t care.” I grabbed his neck and hauled his lips against mine once more.

We managed to get the rest of my clothes off without destroying them. Then it was just skin pressed to skin. Lips and hands exploring.

We fell onto the bed, rolling around as our desperation grew. There was no finesse or planning. I didn’t think our higher brain functions were involved at all.

No, our base needs were in control. Nothing else existed right now.

I did manage to find enough mental power to search out the lube. Thanks to how often we ended up here, there was some under one of the pillows.

“Are you sure?” I gasped, pulling up to search Finn’s face. “You want this?”

“Fuck, aye, m’eudail,” he rasped, spreading his legs for me. “Fuck me, Chester. Make me moan on your cock.”

I groaned and grabbed the base of my shaft. Finn’s mouth alone could be enough to get me there, that’s how close I was. I needed to calm the fuck down if I wanted any hope of lasting once I got inside him.

Slicking up my fingers, I got to work prepping him. Hegrunted and groaned as I stretched him open, his cock twitching temptingly against his stomach.

So temptingly, in fact, that I bent down to take him in my mouth.

“Fuck, m’eudail.” His hips bucked upwards. “Oh god, you’re so good. So good for me.”

I was good. I could be better though.

Twisting my fingers, I tapped the magic spot I loved so much myself. A burst of precum hit my tongue as Finn let out a shout so loud that I swore the windows rattled.

“Enough! I’m not ready to come. Want ye inside me.”

God, I wanted that too. So badly that my hands were shaking as I guided my shaft to his hole.

“Do it,” he rasped, pupils blown as he stared up at me. “Fuck me, m’eudail.”

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