Cursed

My heart is still racing after the crazy incident. Shailey has long since left, heading home with her parents to calm herself. She was in such shock that she had actually killed Markus that she wouldn’t speak to anyone. I don’t blame her. At the sight of him, I nearly threw up if it weren’t for Finn who dragged me from the room and held me in his arms.

Now, Finn and I are in his bed, lying under the covers wrapped in each others arms. Right now, we both know Shailey’s parents are no where around so we kiss and touch all we want. Finn is kissing the tears from my cheeks, which are more from remembering the sight of Markus than anything else, while I run my fingers up his chest. Just feeling him is calming me. It’s crazy how much he can do to me.

I’m kissing him over and over, swiftly and gently. He’s lying over top of me, each of his hands located on my hips, rubbing them gently through the fabric of my boxers. Our tongues meet and with my arms around his neck, I bring him closer just to feel his heat. For a few moments we just kiss but then the kissing escalates and soon our hips are grinding and hands groping.

Finn is kissing down my neck, reaching my collarbone where he finds a tender area to abuse with teeth and tongue. I’m trying not to moan because his parents coming in isn’t exactly on my to do list but when Finn palms my growing arousal through my boxers I can’t help but let out a strangled groan. My hips come up to meet his ministrations, grinding into his awaiting hand.

“F-Finn,” I gasp, grabbing his cheeks so I can look into his golden eyes, which are just as dazed off with lust as my own. I want to know how far we’re going to go because I…“How far…?”

Finn’s cheeks go red and it’s so cute that I want to comment but I don’t because right now is serious and I really want…no I need this. I need to know that I have Finn all to myself, that even now after all this trouble that I’ve caused he still wants me and only me. Though, if I told him I caused the trouble he would disagree just like I’d disagree if he said he did but that’s another conversation for another day.

“Are you…sure?” Finn asks, his forehead now against mine. Our lips are just barely brushing each others and it’s driving me nuts. All I want to do is press my lips to his and drive him so insane that he can’t go a single minute without me. Wow…that makes me sound like at terrible person. “I mean…you’re just scared right now-”

“I’m not…I know I’m safe, as long as you’re with me.” I caress his cheek, smiling. “I want…no, need this Finn. I need to know that I have all of you and that you have all of me, ok?”

Finn hums thoughtfully to himself then, without warning, starts his ministrations once more and I’m writhing beneath him, thrusting my hips up desperately into his hand. His lips are on mine and he allows my tongue to invade his mouth. My hands are twisted in his hair, tugging at the soft locks. My entire body shivers when I can barely hear the sound of a drawer opening.

Finn kisses down my chest, further and further until he reaches my boxers. The last garment is gone in seconds and he pushes my thighs apart, giving him a view of my embarrassingly hard erection. Finn kisses my thigh, nips at it and gets so teasingly close to my burning desire that I whine.

“You’re sure, Kieran?” Finn asks, breathless, gripping the base of my cock and beginning to pump the aching organ. I throw my head to the side, taking a mouth full of pillow to keep my moans at bay. Not being able to speak, I just nod and wait for the feel of his fingers.

It’s uncomfortable and painful but with the pleasure of his fist around my cock, it’s bearable. At least, the first finger was. When the second came into the equation and began to scissor me I felt as if I’d break but I couldn’t let Finn see the pain or he’d stop and I swear, if he stopped now I would chop him up into little bits and feed him to the gnomes!

A third finger enters. My spine burns but that feeling is dulled when Finn encases my tip with his lips, sucking gently then bobbing his head up and down my shaft. I can’t keep myself quiet anymore and I let go of the sheets, allowing myself to moan pathetically. The pleasure building up in the pit of my stomach is almost painful and I’m so close that when Finn hits that I moan his name and shoot my seed into his awaiting mouth.

Finn is smirking against my hip, kissing the bone as he pushes his fingers inside me, hitting my pleasure point over and over and over until my ass is meeting his fingers. I growl and reach down for Finn’s hand. The boy looks up at me and by his stare it seems he thinks I want him to stop, which in a way I do but…

“N-no more,” I whimper, pulling at his wrist until he’s removed his fingers. “I w-want Finn.”

I’m sure my cheeks are just as dark as Finn’s. Hesitantly, he moves over top of me, throwing one of my legs around his waist and the other over his shoulder. My hands grab his hips and I lift my waist for Finn to press his tip to my entrance. I twitch in anticipation.

Slowly, Finn presses forward. My nails dig into his skin, probably puncturing it. The pain shooting up my spine is much worse now due to the fact that Finn is much larger than a mere three fingers. Breathless, Finn waits, his eyes trained on mine. He’s shaking and I know he wants to move so I try adjusting myself to become used to the pain. I nod once it turns into a dull throb.

“M-Move,” I whimper, burying my face in his hair.

Finn pulls out and presses back in, slowly, slowly until I feel it, that amazing amount of pleasure caused from him hitting my prostate. I gasp and my hips thrust onto him, wanting him to go deeper. Finn grunts and without any warning, thrusts mercilessly inside me over and over until I’m screaming his name so loud I’m sure I’ll lose my voice after this.

There’s white hot fire in my veins and I can feel it all going south. With Finn kissing my chest, his hand around my cock and his hips jerking into me one time after the other, abusing my prostate, I don’t last long. I scream for him when I hit my orgasm, creating a mess over both our stomachs.

Finn’s thighs are quivering and thrusts becoming jerky and out of rhythm. Moments after I climax, so does he. He stops all movements and against my ear, moans my name. Panting, Finn pulls out of me though I whine because to be honest, I’d love just to keep him inside me at all times. Never in my life have I ever felt so good.

Finn falls beside me, still breathing heavily, not that I’m any better. Giggling, I roll over on top of him, running my hands down his sides, which ripple at the touch.

“You know,” I whisper beneath his ear, biting and sucking in order to leave my marks, not like there aren’t marks all over him thanks to me but more is always better. “I always thought our first time would be doggy style.”

Finn grunts but puckers his lips for a kiss. I smile and lean in because how could I say no to such an offer? With our lips pressed together, Finn whispers against them, “I love you.”

“I love you more, Finnegan.” I really do love him.