Page 57 of Finlay

Chester was perched on the edge of the bed, and he jumped up as I entered. From how he tried to shyly cover his stomach with his hands, his insecurities were rearing their heads again. “You okay?”

I gave him a confident smile. “Aye. More importantly though, how are you?”

He laughed sheepishly. “Um, satisfied?”

My eyes narrowed as I prowled closer. “Why does that sound like a question,m’eudail?”

Chester’s face flushed. “It’s not. Believe me, I’m satisfied. You don’t need to do anything else?—”

I silenced him with a kiss. I swallowed each of his protests. I tried to erase every toxic thought that someone else had planted in his mind, telling him he didn’t deserve this. That he could be the sole focus of my attention for as long as I wanted to make him so.

Forever, my wolf growled. I ignored him again. I didn’t disagree, but it wasn’t the time.

Chester sank into my kiss, his arms coming up around my neck. Putting a hand under the back of his thigh, I lifted him up the bed. He gave an alarmed cry, but he didn’t need to worry. I was more than capable of carrying him, for many miles if needed.

I covered him with my own body and Chester’s protests dissolved into contented sighs as I kissed him once more. His hand lightly touched my pec, almost like a question.

That was when I realised that, while I’d touched him almost everywhere, he hadn’t been able to do the same with me. That’d never do.

I rolled us onto our sides to give him more room. When he looked uncertain, I lightly grabbed his wrist, laying his hand on my chest. “Touch me all you want, Chester. Wherever you want.”

He was tentative at first, but his touches grew bolder with each of my encouraging grunts. While we made out like teenagers, his fingers explored the linesof my torso. They traced through the hair on my chest and flicked over my nipples, toying with them until I moaned into his mouth. They followed the lines of my abs and stroked up and down my happy trail until I was shivering.

As much as I was dying to do the same to him, I could still feel the tiny bit of tension lingering. Each time he moved to a new part of me, he paused, as though he was waiting for me to snap at him. To tell him he was doing something wrong.

I hoped I was wrong. That I was overthinking everything.

Unfortunately, I didn’t think that was the case.

It made me furious and beyond sad. Chester was like a kicked puppy. He needed time to know he was safe. To relearn what love and care truly were.

I’d give him forever if that was what he needed.

Not wanting to distract him, I kept one hand in his hair and the other on the back of his neck. I showed my enjoyment in other ways. I groaned loud and often, attacking Chester’s mouth with new fervour whenever he did something I particularly liked. My hips were slowly rolling too, desperately seeking friction.

When Chester realised what I was doing, he shoved a thigh between mine.Fuck.I bit his lip as I fucked myself against him.

His hands slid down my back to my rear, cupping me just as I had him earlier. And just like I had, he encouraged me to rut against him. To use him for my pleasure.

I did just that for a few minutes, letting Chester invade all my senses. His taste. Scent. Touch. Sight. Sound.

Everything was Chester. He was all that existed for me.

My hindbrain might’ve been on board with finishing like this, but all it took was me realising Chester was hard againfor me to pause. I dragged my lips from his, both of us gasping in air. “Do you have any lube,m’eudail?”

“Umm, yeah.” Chester flushed, rolling away and rummaging in a drawer before looking back at me. “Condom too?”

I hesitated. When Chester had told me how much he loved bottoming, I’d planned on making that happen tonight, but suddenly I was terrified. If I gave Chester everything he wanted in one night, would he want another with me?

My hesitation had Chester flushing deeper. “It’s okay, we don’t have to. I get that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea and?—”

Fuck. What the hell had I been thinking? This whole time, I’d been insistent that I was putting Chester’s needs above my own. Instead, I’d focused on my own selfish desires and ripped open a wound for him.

What a fucking idiot.

I hauled him back to me, pressing our bodies together before he could even finish his sentence. “Do I need to get on my knees again to prove just how obsessed I am with this hole?”

Chester buried his face in my neck, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I know, but?—”

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