He railed me hard and fast, crushing my nose and lips with his as he let it all go. But Finn was no Superman, and I was a little taller and heavier than he was. After a few missed breaths, he hoisted me off the wall and swung me onto the bed. We collapsed in a heap, his cock still deep inside.
Finn’s chest rose and fell in deep, rapid succession. He was exhausted, but didn’t want to show it. And once we were on the bed, he stood, held my legs aloft, and fucked me once again.
He was out of steam. It was written all over his face, but he was also undeterred. Finn took full strokes of his cock into and out of me. With what little energy he had left, he said, “Take it, Ry. Take my fucking cock.”
And I did. I saw the end coming and jacked myself off, moaning, “Fuck, that big cock feelssofucking good!”
With the last of his strength, he got on the bed, shoving my body back by force, and fell onto me. His lips met mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I’m getting close, baby.” His voice was gone, leaving a baritone rumble.
“I am, too. But I wanna feel you come inside me, babe.”
The encouragement helped, and he braced himself up on his arms. I could stroke my cock again, and his pace picked up. We locked eyes as he fucked me to his climax, words passing between us without sound. When he slammed his cock all the way home, I watched his face screw up in pain.
“I’m fucking… I’m… AHHH FUCK I FUCKING LOVE YOU, RYDER.”
With no other warning, the flood of warmth bloomed as he unloaded in me. Each twitch and pulse, knowing my boyfriend, the man I loved, the man who just declared his love for me mid-orgasm, was pumping me full, kicked me off the edge, too.
Thankfully, it took little to get me there. My cum was hot and wet, landing on his abs and dripping down on me, matting my hair.
Finn couldn't bear his pleasure aloft any longer and collapsed onto me. We rode our ejaculations out tangled and sweaty, with heaving chests and heavy lids.
My respiration calmed while Finn filled my body and lungs. My mind rested, too. Body and mind fucked, filled, and cleaned.
I kissed above his ear and tasted salt, then heard him snore. I chuckled, pet his head, and kissed him again. That was an intense workout for him, and he passed out, still hard, and still deep inside me right after coming. It was adorable and hot, even with the added logistical maneuvering.
I did so with as much grace as possible. When I rolled him over, he fell out of me and woke up. Like a zombie, he crawled up the bed and got under the covers. Before resigning for the night, he beckoned me to be his big spoon with an outstretched arm and a grumbled, “Cuddle me.” A position I gladly took.
Chapter Eighteen
Finn
Ryder had the best sheets. Billion count, made from endangered cotton plants grown on the moon or some shit. Before any other part of me woke up, I always knew I was in my boyfriend’s bed from the sheets alone. Well, that, and the warm, soft, but still kinda scratchy sensation of his chest hair pressed to my back.
That warmth came with a dull ache in my ass. The best physical memory of the sex we’d had the night before. But that morning, the only pain in my body was my head. Well, and my legs, abs, glutes, and shoulders, but the ass throb was absent…
Wait… shit… that’s right… I had fucked Ryder the night before for the first time ever. It was great! I remembered saying I’d like getting fucked better, and that was still true, butfuck,that was awesome. If he liked it too, we’d definitely be doing that again.
My cock was hard under the covers, and it throbbed as memories of our athletic sex trickled in. I fucking picked him up and fucked him against the wall. That was hot as shit. Always wanted to do that, but never felt the urge with a woman. His face and the sounds he made, plus what he said, made me feel like a stud. What I said too… Fuck it, I was a goddamn stud.
Oh fuck. Ohshit.What did I do? Did I really say that? Did I actually tell him I fuckinglovedhim as I was coming inside him? What kind of lame ass loser does that? Should I just buy him flowers and run to the airport to beg him not to get on the plane? Or catch him by the wrist, swing him around, and kiss him dramatically in the rain?
Jesus fucking Christ. Basic ass, lame ass, no-chill assloser.
Maybe he didn’t hear it. I was pretty sure he was also in the middle of coming when I said it. Should I just pretend it didn’t happen? Surely it was too soon to be saying shit like that, no? It probably scared him. It kinda scared me! What if he wakes up hungover and is likeYeah, about last night, best if you leave, sorry.
But what if he remembers it, and then I pretend I never said it, and he’s hurt? Like, he waits for me to say it again, and I don’t mention it, and he’s all,Oh, okay, guess not then? What if he wakes up and confesses his love for me, too?
That would be great. The best. Then I could just be honest with him, and we could both pretend the first time we said I love you was the morning after we hadamazingsex, all cuddled up, warm and safe, in his expensive, soft, but now dirty, sheets.
Because, holy fuck, I loved him. I was in love with him. And, not that I’m great at that shit, but I was pretty sure it was the first time I was ever in love with anyone.Jesusand I said it balls deep whilenuttingin him.
“Morning, babe.” Ryder’s voice was scratchy, and sleep-heavy in my ear.
“Morning.” I pulled his arm tighter around me.
His palm traveled down my torso until he found my cock. With a grumbly chuckle, he said, “Need to piss, or just remembering last night?”
