Page 95 of Finlay

Shaking myself mentally, I focused on the here and now. This was about making Chester feel good.

With my mouth still on his, I started to move. I kept my thrusts slow and small at first. But the more Chester responded, the faster I moved. We were barely kissing now, our mouths just brushing together as we moanedour pleasure. Our sweat-slicked skin was on fire as we writhed against each other. Chester’s cock was caught between our abdomens, and each thrust into him was accompanied by the sensation of him throbbing between us.

Chester was half-drunk on pleasure, but I could make this better for him, and I would.

Putting one of my hands under his hip, I lifted him slightly higher. He let out a loud keening noise as my cock started hitting his prostate repeatedly.

“Finn, Finn,” he chanted, his head thrown back on the pillow. “Fuck, please don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I couldn’t. I also couldn’t take my eyes off him. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

Until ten seconds later when he came. Hands free.

All the lines on his face smoothed out. His eyes drifted closed. His mouth opened on a silent scream.

That. That right there was everything. My everything.

It was the final thought I had before my own release claimed me. Chester’s hole clamped tight around my shaft and I let go with a roar. My hips stuttered once. Twice. My hot seed filled him.

Mine, my wolf growled.

Ours,I growled back silently.

“Fuck,” Chester wheezed as I collapsed onto him. He let go of his legs, winding his arms around my back. “Finn. I can’t even…Just fuck.”

I chuffed against his neck. “I’m going to take that as a good sign.”

“The best.” His hands stroked idly up and down my back. I didn’t bother to try and stop the self-satisfied noise he drew from me. “I’m guessing it was okay for you?”

I lifted my head to squint at him. “Were ye not here?”

Chester’s lips curled in a drowsy approximation of a smile. “Yeah. That was a stupid question.”

I didn’t want to move, but I needed to pull out of Chester. I did so slowly, careful to not cause him any discomfort. Heat rushed after my cock as my cum leaked out of him.

I need to see it.

Sitting back on my knees, I spread his cheeks to watch the white liquid oozing from him. “Oh that’s so hot.” Chester squirmed and I looked up to see him blushing. I let go of him immediately. “Am I embarrassing ye?”

“A little,” he admitted, biting his lip. “But in a good way. I’ve never been fucked bare before. Or in this position. Or for this amount of time.”

My heart ached at the implication. “I’m sorry ye weren’t taken care of in the past.”

“It’s okay.” Chester smiled softly. “Just means I can fully appreciate you.”

I got off the bed to grab a towel and smirked. “In that case, I’ll have to give you lots more experiences toappreciate.”

Ididn’t need to persuade Chester to stay the night. I think he wanted to leave about as much as I wanted to let him.

After cleaning him up, we’d talked about everything and nothing for hours. A late-night snack was followed by him blowing me in my kitchen,with me returning the favour on the stairs. We’d lazily showered off the mess, lathering each other up while exchanging gentle kisses.More conversation had followed, my head on Chester’s stomach, him sprawled over my sheets.

I didn’t know who fell asleep first or when. Just that it snuck up unnoticed, dragging me into a deep slumber.

So deep, apparently, that I didn’t wake up when Chester left my bed.

I jolted awake, noticing his absence immediately. I blinked sleep from my eyes as I leaped out of bed, my stomach plummeting. Had he gone home? Just snuck out without waking me like I was nothing more than a one-night stand? I rubbed at my chest. The thought that he might have done that made me feel…hollow. I’d thought last night had been special for us both.

Maybe I’d been wrong.

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