Page 70 of Something Unforgettable

Xavier’s tight grip on his hips loosened and Finn let his body slide lower at the same time, his mouth dropping open as Xavier’s length filled him up.

“Oh, god,” he whispered. Xavier was bigger than the toy he had at home, but he was also perfect, rubbing against every single one of Finn’s nerve endings as he sank down. Eventually, he was fully seated and could barely breathe. It was like Xavier was so deep he was pressing on Finn’s lungs. He knew that wasn’t true—Xavi was thicker than Finn’s toy but not quite as long. Finn rocked experimentally, his breath catching. So good. He needed more of that. He lifted his hips an inch, then dropped them down again.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he whispered, not even meaning for Xavier to hear him—but he did and caught Finn’s hips again.

“You good, little one?” Finn nodded and held on tight when Xavier rolled them, his cock staying buried into Finn’s hole.

Oh. Fuck. Finn was flat on his back, his legs hitched up around Xavier’s hips as Xavier drew back an inch, then pressed in again. He arched, sensations rocketing through him. So good. Xavi’s cock hit just right, dragging over his prostate with every shift of his hips. Once he was sure Finn had adjusted, Xavier started to move for real, and Finn lost track of the plot.

Lightning bolts of sensation traveled through him, firing up his senses with pleasure. His cock, which had been a little surprised by the intense new feelings, was rock hard again and leaking like a fountain onto his stomach. He reached for it and moaned when Daddy pushed his hand away and directed it over his head, along with the other.

“That’s for Daddy,” Xavier said, sweat sliding down his chest as his thrusts became longer, deeper.

Finn moaned but gripped the sheets above his head obediently. “Yes, Da-ddy,” he managed to say, his words coming in gasps as Xavier’s movements knocked them out of him.

Xavier swore and his thrusts sped up, while at the same time he wrapped his big hand nice and tight around Finn’s cock and pumped in the same rhythm. Finn’s brain went offline again and he dimly heard himself shouting. Daddy. His Daddy. His orgasm smacked into him, the pleasure twisting and tightening until he broke with a sob, shaking through it as he clung to Daddy’s shoulders.

Daddy made sounds that were soothing in between gasps and grunts of pleasure that Finn couldn’t wait to hear again when he was more coherent. Then he felt Daddy press himself deep and go still, his cock twitching inside Finn’s body.

Finn smiled. He couldn’t open his eyes. Everything felt good and amazing and a little too much all at once. He sighed. “Daddy.”

Daddy’s lips brushed his face, kissing his cheeks and his eyelids and his nose before finding his lips.

“Love you, Daddy,” Finn murmured into the kiss.

“I love you too, sweet boy. So much.”

It was dim in the room when Finn woke. There was a hand in his hair, scratching his scalp. He hummed and stretched, then snuggled closer to Xavier.

“You awake, sweetheart?” Xavier asked, his hand not pausing its soothing touch.

“Kinda,” Finn said, pushing the blankets out of his face until he could see Xavi, sitting up against the headboard, the lamp casting him in a warm glow that contrasted with the cool light from his open laptop. Finn frowned. “Are you working?”

Xavier’s lips curled up in a gentle smile, then he turned the laptop so Finn could see the screen.

“You’re looking at houses?”

Xavier clicked on one of the listings. “This one has six bedrooms, seven bathrooms, and a pool.”

Finn blinked a few times, trying to process. “Why are you looking at houses? Isn’t two enough? And who even needs more bathrooms than bedrooms?”

Xavier laughed and leaned down for a kiss that Finn returned. “If we’re getting technical, I also have a cabin in Crested Butte, but I mostly use it to butter up clients. I don’t make it out there as often as I’d like.”

Finn shook his head, bemused. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Well,” Xavier said, setting his laptop on the bed next to him. “None of those houses is here. I figure Miss Crystal is going to want her cottage back at some point, so I better start looking for a more permanent place to live.”

Finn’s breath caught.

Xavier gave him an indulgent look. “Come here, sweetheart,” he said, tugging Finn into his lap.

Finn curled against him, feeling a little achy and out of sorts.

“I don’t know why I’m so surprised. You told me you were staying but somehow I—” He stopped, not sure how to finish the sentence.

“You didn’t quite believe me?”

“No,” Finn said. “I did. I just didn’t think it through. How would it even work? You’ll live here some of the time, and just take trips to LA and New York? Or are you quitting your job completely? What will you do all day? Won’t you be bored?” That would be the worst, if Xavi quit his job and then had nothing to do. What if he hated it? What if he started to hate Finn for forcing him into this?

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