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“Yes, just like that. Show me how good I make you feel,” Rax croons over me.
“So good, Rax. Harder. Come inside me.”
Overstimulation has me on a razor’s edge, but I won’t stop this for anything in the world.
Wrapping a hand around my chest, Rax pulls me up against him, making my back arch further as he pistons into my willing hole. I keen and mewl, feeling another orgasm work its way from my balls to the head of my dick.
Rax grunts, his hips moving impossibly faster. My cock bounces against my belly and I know I won’t have to touch it to come. When my convict bites down on my neck hard enough to leave a mark, I curse and shoot my nut all over the blanket in front of me.
“Fuck that was hot,” he growls, biting down on my neck once more. “I’m gonna come, sweet pea.” Rax holds me tight across my chest and by my hip as he shoves in and stills. I feel his cock twitching inside me, his cum filling the condom.
He holds me still, his heavy breathing matching my own. Rax kisses on the bite mark he left, the pain and pleasure mingling. I let out a long breath, too sated and tired to moan. He keeps kissing me, his tongue peeking out to lick my skin. With more care than I thought he was capable of, he moves my hair to the side, kissing my skin wherever he can reach.
When our breathing is back to normal, Rax pulls out of me, but doesn’t let me go. “Sweet pea,” he croons, breathing in as if scenting my skin. “That was incredible.”
“Mmm hmm.” My eyes are drifting closed. Even though it’s only midafternoon, I would love a shower and a nap right about now … but I can’t move.
“Want to go inside for a quick lie down?” Rax asks, still kissing me wherever he can reach.
“You just read my mind. I’ll have to lean on you, though. I don’t think I can move my legs.”
Rax laughs and helps me stand up. We clean up outside so no animals come up to the balcony and head inside.
After we drop the blanket by his door, Rax and I go to his shower and clean each other up. Rax kisses me constantly, but I can’t return them with the same amount of passion—I really am exhausted.
When we climb into bed, Rax pulls me tight against his chest and kisses behind my ear. “Sleep, sweet pea. I’ll be here with you.”
Like he says, I sleep and I feel happy and warm. I feel almost complete.
Chapter 16
Rax
My dick being surrounded by Finn’s ass was better than I thought it would be. I’ve done anal with women plenty of times, but none of them gave me what Finn did. His ass was hot and he fucked me back like I didn’t think was possible. It was a totally new experience. Although I wish I had experienced it before, I’m glad my first time with a man was with Finn.
It’s been a few days since I’ve been able to sink my cock into him and it’s a few days too many. Very out of character for me, but I wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurt after we fucked. I wasn’t very gentle with him—but it was exactly what he wanted and I needed.
When we wake on the third day after I fucked him outside, I find him in the kitchen, humming as he fries eggs and sausage. He even has a few pieces of burned French toast on a plate beside the stove. I grin despite myself, wrapping my arm around his waist. Finn sighs, leaning back into me, his plump ass rubbing against my dick. I’ll never get enough of feeling him against me.
It’s crazy that I was able to resist temptation when I was in prison, where I saw plenty of pretty men and hot guys walking around, most of them offering me their body for one reason or another. What is it about Finn that finally had me going for it?
He tilts his head back and smiles. I kiss his lips, tasting him. When this angle isn’t enough, I spin him around and deepen the kiss, my hands spreading across his ass and grabbing a handful. His ass feels good in my hands, even better with my dick in between.
Finn hums in his throat and I swallow the sound. “That’s how I like to be greeted in the morning,” he says when he pulls his lips from mine.
“It’s the least I could do since you’re serving me burnt French toast.”
He pokes his lips out in a pout before they curve up into a smile. “Yeah, well, at least I tried. I don’t see you attempted to keep us fed.”
“Sweet pea, I was in prison for over seven years. You think I spent that time learning some culinary shit?”
He huffs, then turns back to the stove, moving the eggs. “Yeah, well, you can still learn.” Finn looks over his shoulder and winks at me. I chuckle, pulling plates and silverware out so we can have breakfast.
When we’re sitting down and eating, I reach for the remote, but Finn stills my hand. “Not today. No … no news today. I know they’ll be running something about us, and I’m not in the mood to hear it. Our bubble, remember?”
Nodding, I slide the remote back on the table, continuing to eat my food. I push the French toast aside. Regardless of how much I like Finn, I don’t like him enough to suffer through that. He gives me a dry look but doesn’t comment.
After our plates are clear—besides my ridiculously overcooked French toast— and I put them in the dishwasher, Finn asks if we can go for another walk. It’s a nice, crisp day, the breeze slight in the air. I went running this morning, but I don’t mind being out again today with him.
