by BLMorticia
While my body calmed down, I thought of what we had done and how we could make it into something more. Perhaps that was both of our plans all along, but we were too stupid to articulate those thoughts until now.
Yes, I was at this man's mercy.
Yes, I was falling for him already.
And dammit, I didn't give a fuck because I'd wanted red headed, freckled Finn my whole life.
Chapter Seven
Jared
Night turned into morning all too quickly. I popped open one eye and grimaced, when the sun peeked through the window above our bed.
Shit.
I failed.
Fuck! He got me again!
I fucking failed, allowing Winterroth to keep me in bed with him, but for some reason it was worth it.
Instead of dwelling on my unsuccess, I turned slightly to the left to eye Aren. His long, muscled body was tangled in the sheets, reveling the colorful ink covering his toned arm and leg. Obviously, a tattoo enthusiast like myself, there weren't many bare spots on his frame.
Damn.
For years, I'd wanted to fuck Aren up and fuck him if I got the chance. As spiteful as it sounded, I had a lust hate for this man that went beyond any feeling I'd ever had for anybody. It was born from envy and longing. Jealous of his standing and money, while desiring him to be mine. Admittedly, I hated being so wrapped up in him, so instead of trying to get Aren in bed, I did everything to make him take notice.
Seems like my little planned worked since we laid in this bed together after a night of fucking like bunnies for hours and falling asleep next to each other. At least that's where we were until he turned over in the middle of the night. I supposed I was too tired from fucking to notice.
Either way, this little experiment hadn't gone as planned. Knowing how delighted people would be to see me fail, I'd walk the road of shame for the rest of my existence.
Wanting Aren, I softly traced his tattoo's with my fingertip. This thing I had for him would mean the end of my reputation as a playboy and put a hurt on my wallet.
Perhaps I could call foul since Cecilia had clued Aren in. A part of me still wondered just how close she was to Aren in the first place.
"You gonna keep touching me like that or get close?"
Aren's deep voice woke me from my lust filled haze. "Just admiring the ink, man."
"That's not what you said last night." Aren shifted to face me. Light brown eyes met my gaze, making me forget whatever the hell was on my mind. "Admit it, Finn. We both fucked up, didn't we? All the time we wasted fighting and we could've been married by now."
"And give your parents heart attacks?" I pulled my hand back, trying to keep my composure. Staring at Aren did funny things to my insides.
"They would've been all right." Aren tugged my chin close and gently kissed my lips. "It isn't about them though. It's you and me." Aren spoke against my mouth and lined it with his tongue. Aren moved his hand from my face to the back of my neck, then forced his tongue in between my lips to get access. Fuck if this man didn't know how to make a guy bend at his will.
"MMph." My breathing cut and heart beat faster with Aren kissing me like his long-lost lover. I was already sporting morning wood and he was adding to my discomfort. I pulled away and eyed him. "Are we doing this?"
"Fucking? Or are you talking about more?"
"Oh, more fucking is a given. I'm wondering about..." I dropped my head because we'd said a lot of things when our lips and bodies were plastered together. In the heat of the moment, none of those proclamations meant shit.
"Just say it, Finn. I know what you're thinking, but I wanna hear it. Wanna hear you say you got the hots for me and want more. Because I feel the same. I always have."
I glanced back up at Aren. "Really?"
"Since fourth grade gym class with Mr. Tower." Aren smiled, scooting closer to me. "Didn't know shit before then, but once I started knowing what to do with my cock, everything changed. I jerked off in the shower thinking of you in those tight shorts."
I laughed and inched in, laying on his shoulder. "I did look pretty hot, didn't I?" I nuzzled the spot on his collarbone and licked it.
"Don't get cocky now. The gap in your teeth was kind of off-putting."
"Ah shut it. You liked that too."
"Fine. It was kind of cute. You could drive a freaking truck through it too."
"So, I got it closed, okay?" I bit him in retaliation.
"Ooh. I like that kind of shit, Jared. I'll flip your ass over and ream it if you keep that up."
"Who said I had an issue with that?" I nibbled on that same spot, then gnashed my teeth onto his skin again."
"Fuck!" Aren yelled and nudged me off, then flopped his body on top of mine. He crushed our mouths together, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
"Umph. Damn, Aren." I whimpered between hampered breaths and shifted underneath him, curling my legs around his torso. When our cocks lined up, I nearly shot my load. With our skin being so close, my skin heated and tingled from head to toe. I ached for Aren to be inside me, filling me to the brink, and making me scream his name. "Shit, babe."
"Yeah." Aren kissed me again. "Gonna make you mine, Finn."
I didn't have an answer for Aren's comment, mostly because I didn't doubt that threat. Sounds of the foil crackling was music to my ears.
Maybe someday we could do it bare.
When Aren's mouth left mine, I glanced at him, hovering over me holding the latex in hand. He rolled it on his dick and squeezed some lube on it, before tossing the tube aside.
"You need time to get lose, Finn? Want me to make play with your ass a little?"
"No." I whispered and spread my legs open for him to settle in between. "Make it hurt and burn. I like some pain with my pleasure."
Aren grinned like a Cheshire cat and slipped inside me until he couldn't go any further. He planted both hands on the sides of my body and drove his into mine slow and forceful.
"Holy..." My voice cut, breaths laboring as Aren loosened me up with each thrust. Initially, my ass stung from his tip, bursting through me, but then I got used to it. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure, making me forget about everything.
Aren was my nemesis, the guy I wanted to hate for eons, but now, I couldn't see anything other than being his. Who knew what the future would be like? Actually, who cared? When we walked out of here, I planned to be on him like white on rice.
Reputation be damned.
Aren
With Jared's ass surrounding my dick, I could sense myself floating. Not in love...
Yet.
But definitely on some higher plateau, not wanting to come down.
As kids we fought like cats and dogs, trying to make the other look like an ass, but as adults, we couldn't get enough of being wrapped up in each other. I know I couldn't.
Perhaps my parents would be upset that I wanted Finn, but too damn bad because it would happen. I'd spent the majority of my life being the good boy, at least in front of them, and now it was time to break out with my pretty redhead at my side.
Running away to the big city wasn't important anymore. Not when you had the small-town kid in your arms, mewling for you.
Once I turned twenty-one, nobody had a say so what I did with my own time and I planned on spending a lot of it making Jared Finn fall in love with me.
I was a grown ass man.
A preacher's son, old enough to make his own decisions.
This was my life...
And if I chose to spend the rest with the devil's spawn, so be it!
Author Sharita Lira's personal note
In June of 2011, my cousin Scottie Collins took his own life. After his death, my uncle informed me he did it because he was gay and felt he had no one to turn to. When I learned this, my writing took on a whole new meaning. It was no longer about writing hot, sexy stories or making lots of money. It was about letting people know they can be happy with who they are and be loved for it.
One thing
I try to stress in every book is it's okay to be different and you're never alone. If no one understands or you feel you need some help, don't hesitate to ask. Reach out to your local GLBTQIA+ organizations to talk to someone about how you feel. Here's a short list of organizations that can help with your feelings as well as supporting you through life.
The Trevor Project
It Gets Better
Point Foundation
GLAAD
GLBT Hotline
Task Force
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