Page 94 of Finlay
“Do it,” Chester panted, his eyes glassy. “Here.”
I withdrew my fingers carefully at his nod. He grabbed under his knees and lifted them to his chest. My mouth dried out at the sight before me—Chester spread wide open for me.
And completely vulnerable.
From how his cock had wilted slightly, he knew it too. This was a big step for him. Not only was he taking what he wanted in the bedroom, but he was fighting past all his preconceived notions.
He was putting himself out there for me. And I was going to show him just how grateful I was.
“That’s perfect, m’eudail,” I murmured, dropping my gaze to his hole. It was slick with lube, begging for me to bury myself there. “You’re so perfect.”
His dick was lying against his stomach, his nerves putting a dampener on things. Suddenly, I was dying to know what it felt like to have him harden in my mouth.
So I lowered my head to find out.
“Fuck,” Chester barked as my mouth enveloped his shaft. “Finn, oh my god.”
I groaned as he thickened and filled my mouth. I sucked until I was rewarded with a rich burst of precum.
Pulling off with a pop, I winked up at Chester. “Delicious.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispered, his knuckles white where he was holding himself open. “Seriously. Can being this turned on kill me?”
I brought my hand back to his hole and smirked. “Don’t worry. I know CPR.”
Chester groaned as I filled him with two fingers and more lube. I fucked them in and out of him until his hips were bucking to meet the motion, then I added a third and yet more lube. Chester wouldn’t feel anything beyond a stretch if I had my way.
“I’m ready,” Chester panted after a few minutes. “Please, Finn. I’m not gonna last. I need you in me.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice. Withdrawing my hand slowly, I added liberal amounts of lube to my cock. “Do ye want me like this?”
“Yes,” Chester breathed. “I want to see you, Finn.”
“Good. I want that too.”
My hands shook as I lined myself up. From need? Or because, deep down, I knew what a big moment this was?
My wolf knew the answer. This was us about to claim our mate. He didn’t care that Chester wasn’t there yet. He’d decided it would happen.
I wished I had his confidence.
We both groaned as I pushed inside Chester. I slipped easily past the taut ring of muscle and paused. “Okay?”
“More,” Chester said by way of answer. “More, Finn.”
Fuck. He was so tight. So warm. I gritted my teeth, willing my body to move slowly. I couldn’t rut into Chester the way I wanted to yet.
When I was fully seated, my balls brushing against him, I looked down at him and panted, “Still okay?”
Chester’s eyes were glassy. “Can you…can you come down here? I want to kiss you.”
Bracing myself on my arms, I lowered myself until my lips found Chester’s. Goosebumps erupted over my skin as I went ice cold and then flushed red hot. I didn’t know which way was up.
But I knew one thing. This man was mine. My wolf was right. Chester was the one I was meant to be with.
It didn’t matter if Chester never accepted it. He’d be it for me until the day I died.
He was making small mewling sounds into my mouth, completely oblivious to the realisation slamming through me.Get it together, Finlay.
