Page 21 of Always Him

Finn wets his lips and swallows. “You’re a manipulative asshole.”

“You love me,” I say, reaching up and grabbing onto his hands and placing them on my stomach. “And my skin feels amazing. This lotion is working miracles. My leg doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

“Liar.”

I mean, I kind of am. My leg still aches, but it’s overshadowed now by how good Finn’s hands feel on me.

His fingers flex on me and then he shifts up the bed so he’s kneeling next to me, his hands moving in slow circles across my abdomen as I close my eyes once more and just sink into the mattress.

“God, you touch me so good,” I moan, my words a little slurred.

“I can tell. Your dick is hard,” Finn grits out, and I peek an eye open and yep, there it is. Just tenting my boxers like it’s gone camping.

I sigh and press a hand against it. It doesn’t help and I resign myself to my fate. Finn is giving me hard-dick syndrome. I will shove this under the rug along with all of the other things there. It’s a mountain-sized pile now.

“You’ve seen it before. Doesn’t mean anything.”

He’s silent for a moment, his breath coming out a little heavier as he works his way up to my shoulders, and then his fingers are brushing across my jaw and over my cheeks.

One of his fingers softly caresses my upper lip.

“You want to kiss me again, huh?” I say with a smile, my eyes still blessedly closed. “I have very kissable lips.”

Finn doesn’t answer, just reaches under me and roughly flips me over.

“Oof.”

“Not fucking likely,” he responds and then he’s straddling my lower back with his thick thighs, leaning into my shoulder blades, and roughly kneading me with his strong hands. The pressure is almost painful and I grunt and moan as he presses into the sore muscles.

My hard dick presses agonizingly into the mattress, the friction of him against my back doing things to my libido.

“God, Finn,” I gasp as he works his hands down my spine to my ass. “Don’t stop.”

“Jesus,” he says softly, and then he shifts, and his palms are on the globes of my ass, kneading them roughly. The movement rocks my body against the mattress causing friction on my oversensitive dick. Over and over, he does it, just grinds me into the bed and I can’t fucking help it. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.

A low moan slips out of me as my balls draw up and I shudder, coming in my boxers and onto the sheets. My body trembles as my orgasm pulses through me and then, when it’s over, I lie there, still as a fucking corpse.

“Are you…are you for real?” Finn asks, his body stiff behind me.

“Evidently I like my ass touched,” I mutter as a mortified laugh escapes me. Because Finn has given me plenty of massages and I’ve never had an orgasm while he did it.

Shit, if I think about this too hard, it’s kind of embarrassing.

Finn climbs off of me, and I can’t help but add, “You just gave me a happy ending.”

“Shut up,” he says and then is striding out of the room. I don’t even know how long he’s gone because I doze off. I guess I’m notthatembarrassed about what just happened. I have no shame apparently. Finn has seen me at my literal worst. I don’t think there is anything I could do that would drive him away.

“Turn over,” Finn says and my eyes slowly open. He’s leaning over me, a washrag in his hand. When I don’t move fast enough, he reaches down to move me himself, but his hands can’t get a grip on my slippery skin. I can’t help the giggle that erupts from me.

“You’re greasy,” he mutters and my laugh grows louder.

“I’m glowing.”

“You’re oily and you smell like an orgy in the aromatherapy aisle at Whole Foods. You need a shower.”

I arch into his touch. “Yes. I do. Wash me, Finn.”

“You’re filthy.”

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