Every inch of Finn was begging to be explored. Suddenly I was all too aware of the ticking clock over our heads. The hours ahead of us seemed far too short. Too brief to do everything to Finn that I’d been fantasising about, and definitely not long enough to do everything I’d fantasised about him doing to me.
Question was, could I ask for more? Did I want that?
Finn’s not Matt. One bad experience doesn’t mean they’ll all be like that.
I clung to that sentiment. If I held tight enough, maybe I wouldn’t let this wonderful dream slip through my fingers.
Finn deserved more than that.
Maybe I did too.
“Well?” Finn said with a hint of amusement. “Am I everything ye remembered me to be? Or is your eyesight failing you?”
“You’re better.” I swallowed hard. I could do this. I could be brave for Finn, and for myself. “So tempting that I’m not sure one night is going to be enough to explore all of you.”
Finn’s eyes widened in surprise. It was there for a mere second before he was walking towards me with the same predatory hunger he’d looked at me with earlier. “Seems we’re on the same page then.”
His chest brushed against mine, his hand cupping my hip. Our cocks came into contact and my head dropped against his shoulder at the sensation. “Fuck, Finn. How have you made me this hard already?”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Chester.” He kissed my lips lightly before giving me a wicked smirk. “Now, I believe you’re supposed to be bent over this bed so I can carry on my feast. Yer not going to keep me waiting, are you m’eudail?”
I answered him by turning away and lowering my chest onto the bed. Finn nudged the inside of my foot until my legs were spread to his satisfaction.
Once again, he dropped to his knees for me. He parted my cheeks and said one word.
“Perfection.”
Chapter 17
Finn
I’d seen so many sides to Chester tonight, both literally and figuratively. Behind his walls lurked a cheeky, flirtatious side to him. One I badly wanted to entice out to play with me. Permanently.
One step at a time,I reminded myself. I’d been doing so ever since I’d sunk to my knees and realised I wanted to stay there forever. Add in how Chester looked post-orgasm—a cuddly, flushed, glassy eyed beauty just begging to be cared for—and it was no wonder I was a mess.
Internally, that was. Externally, I was the picture of calm and confidence. Chester had no idea the impact he was having on me, and that was the way it needed to stay. For now, at least.If Chester learned the truth, if he knew how badly I’d had to fight my wolf not to mate him there and then, he would’ve run for the hills.
Rightly so too. I hadn’t been wrong in saying Chester deserved to be treated like a king. Such behaviour didn’t include rushing him into an immortal commitment he clearly wasn’t ready for. That was what I wanted, not what he needed.
It hadn’t been too hard to pull my wolf back. Even he could acknowledge that we were operating at the speeds more frequently seen from bullet trains. He didn’t want to hurt or scare Chester any more than I did, so he’d settled with little more than a grumble.
I spread Chester’s cheeks a little wider and sighed at the beautiful sight before me. Yes, I’d seenmanysides of him tonight, and there was no way I’d be able to pick a favourite.
This one though, I was certainly going to enjoy. I’d played with his hole a little while I was blowing him. He’d enjoyed everything I’d done, but whenever my fingers had danced near his crease, his cock had twitched in my mouth. His hands had gripped my hair tighter. He’d moaned a little louder.
Something told me rimming was going to draw an even better reaction.
I didn’t go straight for the main course. Instead, I lowered my face to his balls, mouthing gently at one before moving to the other. God, his musky flavour was the best I’d ever tasted. I couldn’t get enough of it.
From the small moans Chester was giving, he didn’t mind my oral fixation. His cock was at full mast again, precum staining the sheets. My mouth watered at the memory of his taste. Of how I’d greedily drunk down every drop before searching out more. My tongue darted out before I could stop it, collecting the drop that had beaded there. Chester’s hips thrust forward as he sought friction against the mattress.
“Please, Finn. More.”
Giving his cock a final kiss, I returned to his arse. To the magnificent cheeks that had the best kind of wobblewhen fondled.Fuck, how I wanted to bury my face between them until I suffocated.
Good thing there was nothing stopping me from doing just that.
I pushed my face between them, my lips finding his hole first. Then my tongue. I kissed him there, before slowly running my tongue over the tiny whorl of skin.