by Alexa Land
“As if a couple thousand bucks would buy a share of this place,” I said.
Finn pressed his eyes shut for a moment. He then turned and walked across the warehouse to the glass wall at the back. It was made up of a couple hundred square panes in a metal grid with a large glass door in the center of it, and he unlocked the door and stepped outside.
I trailed after him and said, “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”
He turned to look at me. A breeze off the bay ruffled his hair and his eyes reflected the ring of lights around the patio. “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself. I always said I was no good with words, and I’m totally proving that right now. I don’t know what to say or do to make you see this the way I do.” He pushed his hair back from his forehead and told me, “I want us to be not only a couple, but a family, Chance. I want that so much. How can I convince you that it doesn’t come down to my money and your money? Everything I have is yours. I’m yours. Don’t you see?”
I whispered, “I’ll never understand why you think you’re bad with words. You actually say such wonderful things to me.”
“There’s so much more I want to tell you. In fact, there’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a while now. I kept trying to think of the perfect way to say it, and the perfect time and place. But maybe that stuff doesn’t matter. Maybe all that matters is saying it, so here goes.” Finn drew a breath and blurted, “I’m totally in love with you, Chance.”
I smiled at him as happiness bloomed in my chest. “I love you, too, Finn. I love you so much.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Finn took me in his arms as I said, “You had to know I felt the same way.”
He smiled as I looked up at him. “I thought so. But still, it’s scary to say those words out loud. That was a first for me.” Finn kissed me, and desire ignited in both of us at the same time. I sucked his tongue when he pushed it into my mouth, and his hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. He picked me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, rocking my hips to rub my cock against his through our clothes.
He spun us around and pushed my back against the glass wall as he gently nipped my lower lip. His warm breath on my ear gave me goosebumps, and he nibbled my earlobe and whispered, “I need to be inside you.”
“I need that, too,” I said before his mouth claimed mine in a demanding kiss. A shiver of pleasure went through me, my cock swelling as Finn carried me inside, kissing me the whole way, and laid me on my back on the wood floor. He stripped me quickly, licking and kissing each body part he exposed, starting with my shoulder, then working his way down. He lightly bit my nipple, then ran his tongue down my belly, licked my cock, and dotted a line of kisses along my inner thigh.
When I was completely naked he sat back on his heels and ran his gaze down the length of me with such raw hunger that I shivered again, thrusting my hips slightly, my cock throbbing. It was such a turn-on to be on display like this for him while he remained completely dressed in his suit and tie. “I belong to you, Finn,” I said in a jagged whisper.
He looked me right in the eye as he ran both hands down my torso and said, his voice low, “Yes. You do. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
This was a different Finn, worlds removed from the man whose virginity I took all those months ago. He was confident, totally in control, and he knew what he wanted. It was clear in those focused blue eyes. Another tremor went through me, every nerve ending tingling with electricity. I made myself lay still, letting him call the shots, and that made my already hard cock swell even more and twitch as precum dripped steadily onto my naked body.
He climbed between my legs, pushing them apart with his knees, and pressed his tongue flat against the base of my cock, then dragged it slowly to the tip and licked the precum off me. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured before licking my stomach. I was shaking with need by that point and the one lick up my shaft was almost enough to push me over the edge. He was in no hurry to finish me off, though.
Finn cupped my balls, squeezing them lightly as he dipped his tongue into my navel. When he licked his way up my body and bit my nipple again, I drew in my breath and arched up off the floor. He caught me around the waist and held me there. When he stuck his face between my legs and lapped at the sensitive spot beneath my balls, I cried out and writhed in his grasp.
He laid me on the floor again and spread my legs with a hand on the back of each thigh, exposing me as he pressed my knees to my chest. I moaned when he drove his tongue into me, opening me up before he slid it out again and licked my opening. He kept that up for a while as I reached down and stroked my cock, and then he sat up a bit and pulled a bottle of lube from his jacket pocket.
I kept my legs right where he’d put them as he drizzled the lube over my hole and onto his hand. He pushed two fingers inside me and rotated his wrist, grazing my prostate and making me yell as a shockwave of pleasure pulsed through me. Then he slid his hand out and said, “I’m going to fuck you raw, baby.” I stopped stroking myself and raised my head to look at him. “We both got tested last week, just like you’ve been doing every six months. We know it’s safe.”
“But still…knowing what I was?” I whispered.
“We’re ready for this step, Chance.”
I stared at him for a moment, and he held my gaze steadily. Finally I told him, “I’m willing if you are.”
He gave me a sexy smile as his fingers slid into me again and slowly fucked my hole. “Oh, I’m willing.” Finn rested his other hand beside my head and leaned down to kiss me.
He pulled back a few inches and looked in my eyes again as he said in a low voice, “Just so you know, I’m not going to hold back. We can make love some other time. Tonight, we’re going to fuck. I want you to feel so damn good and cum so hard that you forget everything but my name. I’m going to make you mine with every thrust into you, and then I’m going to cum inside you. I want you to know for an absolute fact that you belong to me. Only me. Do you have a problem with that?”
I almost came just from hearing that and shook with desire as I ground my ass onto his fingers. “No problem at all,” I told him, my voice husky, and added, “I like this side of you.”
He grinned and kept fingering me as he unfastened the top button of his shirt, then draped his tie over his shoulder. When he leaned down to kiss me again, it was forceful and demanding. I fumbled with his belt and the button on his pants, and when I got them open I plunged both hands into his boxer briefs and grabbed his firm ass, pulling him to me and rubbing my cock against his.
He slid his fingers out of me, then pulled out his swollen cock and rubbed lube over the flared pink head and down the thick shaft. He licked his full lips, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his gaze from my face to my groin. I let my bent legs fall open, offering him all of me.
Finn bit my nipple at the same moment he plunged his cock into me, and I yelled from the sheer intensity of it, pleasure firing through me. He grabbed my body and pushed into me forcefully, again and again as I yelled, “Oh fuck yes,” and drove myself onto him, trying to take him as deep into me as I possibly could.
At one point I grabbed his dress shirt and pulled it apart, buttons flying everywhere, then tugged off his tie and threw it out of my way. I ran my arms under his clothes, holding on to his strong body tightly as I rocked beneath him from the force of his thrusts. Finn pounded into me, both of us moaning and yelling incoherently. It was wild and primal and absolutely intense, and I completely got lost in it. Nothing existed in all the world but Finn and me and that moment.
He slammed into my prostate again and again, his big, thick cock filling me, stretching me, and I threw my head back and yelled as I arched up off the floor. I needed him closer. Deeper. I needed him to be a part of me. I clawed at his back, wildly, desperately, and when he yelled and came in me, I shoved his jacket out of my way and bit his shoulder, hard. All rational thought had completely fallen away. I was distilled d
own to sex and need and hunger, and he was, too. He fucked me like it might be our last time ever, urgently, almost frantically, pushing his seed into me with each thrust, yelling as he came in me. He dropped onto his elbows, his face inches from mine, his pupils so dilated that his eyes looked black, and told me, “You’re mine.” It was an absolute statement of fact.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Yours.” The words tumbled from me. I was surprised I could talk.
When he pulled out of me, his cock was barely deflated. “Fuck me, Chance.” His voice was pure gravel.
I sat up and pulled his jacket and shirt from his body, the buttons of both cuffs sailing off into the warehouse, then slid his pants and underwear to mid-thigh. He got on his hands and knees as I fumbled for the lube and slicked my throbbing cock. I pushed a wet finger into his warm opening, fingering him roughly as I told him, “It’s going to hurt.” I was way too worked up to think clearly, let alone prep him properly.
“Good.”
I pulled my finger from him after just a minute and pushed my cock into his incredibly tight butt, grabbing his hips. We both moaned, and he mumbled, “Fuck yes, don’t stop.” I took him like he’d taken me, hard, fast, and rough. Our jagged yells shattered the stillness, along with the sound of my body slapping into his. My fingers dug into his flesh as I pulled him onto my cock, impaling him as he drove himself back in a steady rhythm.
We both knew I wouldn’t last long, not after all of that. I bellowed when I came, not even recognizing my own voice as I emptied myself into him, thrust after thrust, driving my cum deep into him, claiming him in a way he’d never been claimed before. “Oh fuck, yes,” Finn exclaimed as he grabbed his cock and started jerking off. I was astounded when he came again, shooting across the wood floor, his already tight ass clenching my cock, milking every drop of cum from my balls. I shot into him again and again until I had absolutely nothing left, and then I collapsed onto my side, taking him with me.
“Holy shit,” I said as I gasped for breath. I was trembling and Finn was too, both of our bodies utterly depleted and covered in sweat. “Where did that come from?”
“Don’t know.” Finn rolled over to face me, then rolled me over too and spooned against my back, wrapping his arms around me and draping a leg over mine. “But my God was it good.”
“Good. Such an understatement. That was epic,” I said, smiling contentedly. “I didn’t know either of us could be that uninhibited.”
“You’re amazing when you let yourself go.”
“So are you.” Something occurred to me and I asked, “Oh God, did I bite you? I did, didn’t I?” I tried to look at him over my shoulder and Finn gave me a big smile.
“You did. It was awesome.”
“I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me, and even if you had I wouldn’t care. It was such a turn-on to watch you like that, so wild and totally caught up in the moment.” He kissed my bare shoulder and snuggled against me.
I ran my fingertips down his forearm, which was draped across my chest, and after a while I said, “I used to wonder if I was really a bottom before I met you. I know the answer now.”
“Which is?”
“I’m mostly a bottom, but I also love fucking you. Can I call myself truly versatile if it’s eighty-twenty and not fifty-fifty?”
Finn said, “I think you can call yourself whatever you want. I used to wonder the same thing about myself, by the way. What I’ve realized is that I’m about eighty percent a top, twenty percent a bottom. Is that perfect or what? It’s like we were made for each other.”
I laced my fingers with his, raised his hand to my lips, and kissed it before asking, “How soon can we move in here?”
Finn sat up and said, “Really?”
I rolled onto my back and looked up at him. “I want to live with you more than anything. That’s so much bigger than my money worries. And I love this warehouse. It’s beautiful, and it’ll be even better when we move in and fill it with life. I can just see it. We can get a couple couches and put them over there,” I pointed to the corner diagonally across from the kitchen, beside the glass wall, “and make a cozy seating area with a coffee table and maybe a big tree in a giant pot. Wouldn’t that be pretty? We can also get an enormous dining room table since we’ll have so much space, and then we can have Jamie and Dmitri and Shea and Christian and all our friends and family over. Plus, there’s already that great breakfast bar in front of the kitchen. Colt and Eli can sit there and study while you and I cook. Doesn’t that sound great?”
He smiled at me and brushed my hair back from my face. “It really does. I’ll have to learn to cook to make your little domestic fantasy a reality, but I have no problem with that.”
“We can both learn to cook. It’ll be fun.”
“I think so, too.” Finn stretched out on his stomach right beside me, arms folded under his head, and said, “To answer your question, we can probably move in any time we like. Shaun really doesn’t care if we complete escrow first. The only problem is that there’s no shower. There are his and hers restrooms down here with two stalls each, and one more small restroom upstairs. They all work, but this space wasn’t designed with the idea of anyone living here.”
“So, we’ll improvise until we can have a shower built. Is it legal for us to live here though? It must be zoned commercial.”
“It’s zoned mixed use residential. A developer back in the eighties wanted to turn this entire area into condos and got it all rezoned before he went bankrupt.”
“It’s like it was meant to be.”
“It was.”
Finn leaned in and kissed me, then gave me the sweetest smile. It lit up his whole face, and I told him, “You look so happy. I love seeing you like this.”
“Right back at you.” He kissed me again before asking, “Are you hungry? It looks like Jamie and Dmitri totally went overboard when I asked them to set up the picnic I made us. I see a silver ice bucket with champagne and a whole cheesecake over there, which are their additions.”
“I’m starving, actually,” I said as I sat up, too. We washed up in the men’s room (that was going to be an interesting feature once we moved in) then made ourselves comfortable on the white cotton blanket that had been spread out beneath the picnic. We were both still naked, but so comfortable with each other that it didn’t matter.
As Finn loaded up my plate and his with all kinds of delicacies, he glanced at me and asked, “So, what you were saying before about your financial concerns…is that going to be an issue if we proceed with buying this place?”
“It definitely bothers me that I can’t be an equal partner and pay my own way. I especially hate feeling like I’m taking from you and not giving enough back. But I don’t want to let money get in the way of what we have. What I want more than anything is to build a future with you, and I love the idea of doing that here. I’ll contribute as much as I can, but I guess I’m going to have to come to terms with the fact that it’ll never be a fifty-fifty split.”
“But there’s so much more to a partnership than financial parity.”
“You’re right, but I still hate the fact that you have to bear so much of the financial burden.”
“But I don’t mind that at all. Plus, I make more than you for now, but just wait,” Finn said. “Eventually you’re going to get your big break because you’re an incredibly gifted photographer, it’s inevitable. When all the money starts rolling in from selling your work at the finest galleries, I fully intend to let you spoil me.” He smiled at me, then popped an olive in his mouth.
“Because that’s going to happen any minute.”
“It could. Actually, you know what? My cousin Kieran’s husband owns a successful art gallery. I bet Christopher would be glad to sell your work.”
I shook my head. “No way. I’m not going to put Christopher in a position where he feels he has to put my stuff in his gallery because I’m dating a relative.”
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nbsp; Finn raised an eyebrow at me. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with nepotism. Your work is amazing.”
“Thank you for saying that. But still, no.”
“We’re going to work on that,” he said as he placed a couple glasses in front of us and popped the cork on the champagne.
“Work on what?”
“Your unwillingness to let people help you.”
“I do let people help me. I let Jamie and Dmitri give me a job and a place to stay, and you completely saved my ass when I was in Wyoming.”
“Okay, so maybe it’s that you refuse to ask for help.” Finn filled one of the glasses and handed it to me.
“You’re right. But learning to accept help when it’s offered is something. There was a time in my life when I wouldn’t have done that, no matter how much I needed it.”
He considered that as he filled his champagne flute, then lifted it in a toast. “To progress.” I grinned at him and tapped my glass to his.
Chapter Twenty
The next morning, I awoke to a beautiful golden light filling the warehouse. I stretched my arms over my head and looked around me, then pushed myself to my feet and crossed the room to join Finn in the kitchen. He’d gotten cleaned up and was dressed in a white t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged his ass perfectly. Coffee brewed in a machine I recognized from Jamie and Dmitri’s kitchen, and he was arranging a selection of pastries on a plate. I kissed him and he smiled at me and said, “Good morning. I brought you some clothes, they’re in the men’s room with a towel. Washing up is a little awkward in the sink, but doable.”
“I’m once again astonished by your ability to think of everything.”
He grinned at me. “I don’t always. As you’ll recall, I packed nothing but twenty pairs of underwear to go to Wyoming.”
“Just shows how much of a rush you were in when you were trying to come help me.” I kissed him again and said, “I’ll be right back.”