Finn rolled against me, levering himself on top, locking his arms to gaze down on me, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“This makes me happy,” he confided as he wiggled his legs between mine. His prick lay pressed against my balls and taint, the fat head next to my hole.
“You know what would make me happy?” I asked, and he shook his head. “You inside me. Would you like to fuck me, Finn?”
It took a second or ten for him to respond. “Yeah, I think… yeah.”
With that admission, we got to it. I flipped to my belly, forearms on the bed, ass in the air, dick dangling between my legs, and Finn -- bless his soul -- didn’t hesitate for a second, even though he’d seemed reluctant at first.
“Do me hard,” I said over my shoulder as his latex-covered cock tickled my taint. He squeezed enough lube out of the tube to coat the whole canyon.
“Oops, shit, I think we have a mess,” he commented as lube dribbled to the sheets.
“We already had a mess, baby.” I wiggled my ass, eager for the pressure of his fat cock stretching me wide. “Now, do me before I change my—” He plunged into me, his dick entering in one long, smooth, mind-melting glide. “Oh fuck!”
He leaned over my back, hands on my hips, and nipped at my shoulder, his weight pressing me flat into the mattress. And there I lay, legs spread out like a frog, as Finn dicked me into the bed. Then across the bed. Then off the bed. The man was a machine. I had to guess that he’d either not fucked anyone in a long-ass time, had never fucked anyone and was going hog wild, or was a fucking beast in bed. Whatever the reason, I was loving the ass-pounding I was getting, even if I were holding my upper half off the floor with quaking arms.
“Finn… fuck… yes!” I shouted when he pegged my prostate with a rolling hip movement that made my elbows fold.
My face met the carpeting, but Finn held onto my hips, thrusting away, until he blew a load into the condom that I could feel. My dick was flopping up and down, leaking all over the throw rug and my belly. As his cock pulsed deep inside me, he jerked me onto the bed, falling to his back with me on top.
“I got you,” he reassured me, reaching around to take my cock in one hand as he cupped my balls in the other. “Come all over yourself.”
With his breath in my ear, I pumped into his hand three times before I came apart. He rolled me to my back with speed. I cannot say how much it turned me on to have a man in my bed who could match me in strength. A lot of my bed partners were smaller men or women, and most wanted me to top. Not Finn. He gave as good as he got.
When the tremors slowed, I ended up face in the pillow, ass tender as fuck, dick out for the count.
“Oh hell,” Finn panted.
I nodded and mumbled something about standing for the next few days. Then he moved, leaving the bed, and so I lifted my head to watch him. He seemed disconcerted, peeling off the condom, tying it, then dropping it into the small can beside the bed. I shifted to my back gingerly. Christ, my poor ass. Not that I was complaining. He began checking around the room, searching for his clothes.
“You don’t have to go,” I said, pushing up to sit as the sun filled the room with vivid reds and oranges, the breeze through the palms outside helping to cool the room even more. The ceiling fan whirred overhead as he studied me, then the canyon, then the fan over his head. “I mean, you can if you want, obviously, but I have stuff I can make for dinner. We can eat. Maybe… I don’t know… watch a movie.”
“Not one of mine,” he blurted.
“No, okay—”
“And if I stay, I have to know you won’t share that I’m here with anyone.” He stared at me. “I have to know I can trust you.” Behind his words, he was telling me that he didn’t trust me, but I imagine he didn’t trust very many people at all.
“I won’t tell a soul,” I murmured.
“And I can’t stay long. Atlas would kill me if I…”
“If you what?”
“Took too many chances. If people see me…”
I gestured at my empty house. “Just me,” I said, but he frowned, and I knew it was a huge decision for him to stay. “I want you to stay,” I confessed for possibly the first time in my adult life.
Chapter 9
Finn
I stayed.
Right there in that vast house with Cameron. We were doing something so normal. We’d settled on a made-for-TV movie, with a shitty script and even worse acting.
I was nervous, but the movie stopped me at least thinking about worst-case scenarios, as I relaxed enough to lose myself in the world of make believe.
I nudged Cameron. “Watch—her ex will come in just when she’s saying the wrong thing.” He chuckled. Encouraged that he wasn’t pissed I’d interrupted the film and feeling all the warm and fuzzies as a consequence, I carried on with my thoughts. The actress was doing an entire speech containing her entire life story, including the very secrets she wanted to keep from her ex, when said ex walked in the room and cleared his throat. “Called it!” I snapped my fingers. “And now there will be the big misunderstanding.” I glanced at Cameron, who was staring at me and not the screen. I felt weird. “Shit, did I spoil that for you? I do this kind of thing all the time, y’know second-guessing the scripts and scrutinizing for cheese levels, you can stop me if you don’t want me to—oomph—”
He kissed me, and of course, that one touch turned to another, and there was addictive freedom in losing myself in the taste of a man. No one could see us, no one was judging me, and it was all because this gorgeous, sexy, man.
By the time we broke apart, he was sprawled in my lap, my hands on his ass, his arms around my neck, and at first, it was to share kisses, and then laughter, followed by hot, buttery popcorn as we separated to watch the movie. Our lip action didn’t move on to more, but that was fine, because somehow we were both content to be near each other.
It felt right.
Real.
But wrong if I took too much time to think about it.
Like, what was I doing here?
Was this only sex, or is this sex with added movies, or was this a hookup, or friends with benefits?
Are we friends?
We’ve only known each other a few days.
Am I rushing into something that I’m going to regret?
Atlas will kill me—we still don’t have an NDA that covers this.
I wish my brain would stop.
We ended up separating long enough for him to clamber off me, all lazy and happy, then for us to lean against each other, content to be touching. Until he slid down enough for me to put my arm over his shoulder. and I cuddled him, properly pulling him into my side and holding him close. Then, because I was nervous and a freaking mess, I went into what I like to call default Finn mode, which is rambling on about everything and nothing. I detailed my thoughts on the entire movie, and sometimes Cameron asked me questions about filming, and I did even more talking. He never once shushed me, or laughed at me, but as time went on, my squirrel brain was darting about, going from relaxed to stressed, from enjoying the moment to worrying. Should I ignore the nagging thought that he was being nice to me because he wanted something from me? It wasn’t money. I understood he had more than enough of that, and his home was magnificent, but maybe an agent introduction. Or was it only sex?