Page 72 of Wreck Me

I perk up.

“Yeah? You want me to show you off?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that. Being claimed publicly by you.”

“Fuck, just the thought of that is making me hard, baby. Tell me your hard limits for playing.”

“I’m not into impact play unless I’m the one giving it. Not really into role play or asphyxiation, definitely no degradation.”

“Praise?” I interrupt to ask because I think I already know the answer.

“Yeah, I think so, for you too, huh?”

“Yeah, which is new since you. I like knowing I’m making you feel good.”

“Before you, I needed to be in control. I’ve only bottomed twice, and I hated it both times. With you, it’s easy and I thoroughly fucking enjoy it.”

“Thank fuck, because I love fucking you.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Hayes. Save it all for tomorrow.”

I huff out a protest, but Finn just pulls me further into him. Our bodies wrap around each other like they do every night, his strong heart beating against mine.

“I love you, Carter.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

My drive to Temptations is a blur, I can’t get to Finn fast enough. The day dragged on. It was meeting after meeting and email after email, and I’m drained as fuck. All I want to do is collapse into Finn’s arms, but tonight, we’re playing at the club, and the thought gives me a jolt of energy that I needed. Plus, I have a surprise for him, and I know he’s going to lose his mind.

I park my car and practically jump out of it, tripping as I jog up the stairs to the main entrance, wincing as the plug sitting snugly in my ass shifts from my quick movements. I ordered it online a few days ago as a surprise for Finn and have had it in for the last hour. The amount of prep I need for him to fuck me is ridiculous, and I wanted to make things easier on him.

Swiping my matte black membership card with gold writing on the first scanner outside the heavy door. Once I’m inside, I greet the receptionist, check my keys and wallet, and then scan my card again. The doors open as the music reaches my ears, a sensual beat that has my dick perking up, knowing I’m about to see my man. It’s the first time Finn and I have been here since we sat at the bar and bickered, fighting the pull we both have always felt. I’m ready to show him off as mine.

I find him sitting at the end of the bar by himself, a whiskey on the rocks cradled in his palm. I don’t take my eyes off of him as I cross through the floor, homed in on my man, everything else blurring together.

“Fuck, you’re here. Jesus, took you long enough.”

“I’m here, baby,” I say against his plush lips right before I take them in a kiss that makes both of us breathless.

“You want a drink?” he asks, and I shake my head no. I just want him. “You’re sure about this? I know you’ve probably hooked up with other members frequently, if you’re not read—” I silence him immediately with another kiss, shoving my tongue in his mouth and swallowing down his moans. He tastes of the whiskey he’s been sipping on and I eagerly suck on his tongue. He turns to face me fully, his legs spreading on the stool so I can step between them, his strong hands grabbing the back of my thighs. My hands hold his face, angling him just how I want him, my face bumping into the thick rim of the glasses I love so much.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me, baby.”

“God, don’t stop. Give me more.”

I pull away from him, grabbing his hand and leading him to the chaise lounge we first fooled around on, sending my thanks to the powers at play that no one is currently occupying it. I push Finn down onto it, taking a moment to look at him. His legs are spread, his black pants stretching tight over the hard muscle of his thighs, a baby blue henley fitting him in all the right places. My mouth waters looking at him, and he’s all mine.

Our first night together flashes through my mind, and I know exactly what I want. I continue to look over him, the hard lines of his athletic body, the thick outline of his cock. I get to his face, his heavily-lidded, lust-filled blue eyes, his strong jaw, and the stubble that covers it. Fuck, I love him so much it hurts.

I keep my eyes on his as I unbuckle my pants and slide down my zipper, pulling them down over my hips and removing them completely, the plug bumping against my prostate and making me groan.

Finn gives me a questioning look, but gets the hint and shimmies his pants down his thighs. My hands connect with his knees and rub upward over the wiry hair covering his thighsuntil I reach his hips. Using him for balance, I straddle him, leaning down and claiming his mouth. It’s there that I completely lose myself to him. If anyone’s watching right now, I wouldn’t even notice. All that matters is that I’m here with Finn. It’s hard to believe it wasn’t long ago I lay underneath him for the first time while he claimed me as his own. Because that’s exactly what he did that night. I didn’t know it then, but he took my fucking heart that night for himself and I’ll never give it back.

I break away from his lips and meet his eyes to check in with him, but he beats me to the punch.

“Are you okay?”

“Never been better,” I say as I nip at his bottom lip, making him growl.

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