Page 62 of Something Unforgettable

“That’s enough,” he gritted out. “Now, get that cock nice and slippery. I want you to pretend it’s me filling you up.”

Finn whined but did as he was told. He pressed the dildo to his hole and Xavier got the perfect view of it stretching him wide as it sank inside.

“Oh my god, Daddy. Daddy,” Finn chanted, tossing his head back and forth, his skin flushed all the way down his chest.

Now they were going to have to get creative, because with the cast, Finn couldn’t fuck himself with the dildo and stroke his cock, and Xavier wanted to see him come sooner rather than later.

“Keep going, sweet boy. Deep as you can,” Xavier ordered, watching raptly as the dildo slid in to nearly the hilt. Finn was shaking, his eyes shut and his mouth hanging open. Fuck, Xavier needed to touch him, kiss him, be inside him bringing him pleasure. “Such a good boy. Now, fuck yourself with it. Nice and slow.”

Finn obeyed beautifully, gripping the dildo and dragging it out, then sinking in again. A flush spilled down his chest and his breathing got sharper, faster.

Xavier sped up his own strokes, matching them to Finn’s movements. His orgasm was fast approaching but he held it back, waiting for his boy to come first.

“That’s it. Do you feel Daddy stretching you? I’m so deep inside you, little one. You’re so tight, milking my cock perfectly.”

Finn’s cock flexed against his belly, precum welling in a steady drip. “Daddy, please. I need…I need to come.”

“You can let go, then. Stroke your pretty cock for me.”

His eyes narrowed when Finn shook his head. “Like this, Daddy,” he pleaded. “I think I can come like this.”

Fuck. That was hot. “Then do it, little one. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

Finn’s chest heaved, his thrusts sped, and a long moan left him as his cock started to pulse, fluid splashing against his belly and coating his skin.

Xavier tightened his grip and let go, following him over the edge as he imagined the squeeze of Finn’s body around him, milking him dry.

Xavier talked Finn through cleaning himself up and the toy, making sure to tell him how amazing he was, how beautiful, how Xavier couldn’t wait to see him again. That had been intense, and he didn’t want Finn to second-guess it. His boy was dazed and still riding the high of his orgasm when Xavier directed him back into bed and under the covers. Finn smiled sleepily as Xavier finished his own bedtime routine and got settled in his bed hundreds of miles away.

“Is it stupid that I miss you already?” Finn asked around a yawn. “I know it’s only been a couple of days and you’re really busy. I understand your work is important.”

Xavier wanted to correct him but couldn’t. Something had to change. Because he refused to be one more person who’d put their job before this perfect, amazing, wonderful boy.

“How about I make you a deal?” Xavier said, plans swirling in his mind even as he spoke. “I’m going to fly down there the day after tomorrow and take you out to dinner.”

“Really?” Finn asked, much too surprised for Xavier’s taste.

“Really. I miss you, too, sweet boy. I want us to figure this out. If I make a reservation, will you meet me?”

“Of course, Daddy,” Finn said.

Xavier smiled. It was going to take some work, but he wasn’t going to let Finn go, and he wasn’t going to let him accept second place any longer.

Finnstaredattheclothes that used to be in his closet and dresser and were now scattered over his bed and desk chair. How could he have this much stuff and nothing to wear? He picked up one of the shirts Remy had bought him, but it seemed too fancy, like something that needed to be worn with a suit. He tossed it back in the pile. What the hell was he going to do? It wasn’t like he could call Remy and beg for help. Even if he could, it was the middle of the day in LA and he was probably working. Finn needed a fashion expert and he needed one fast. He dug his phone out from beneath the pile of fabric.

HELP! I’m having a clothes emergency!

Micah

Oh, man. Is this about your date tonight?

Never mind. Of course it is. We’ll be right there.

We? Who was we?

Micah. Who’s “we?”

Micah didn’t reply. Finn spent the next thirty minutes pacing back and forth across the living room. Finally, there was a knock on the door. He opened it to reveal Micah, followed by Izzy, Eli, and—Nick?

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