Page 8 of Filtration Play
He ended up on his back again, and they squeezed their thighs around his sides as if trying to keep him down.
It’d take more than that.
He twisted, using his weight to jostle them off him. Fin tumbled to the side, rolling to a stand. His breaths were coming out sharp and heavy, and fuck, he felt so alive. His whole body hummed with awareness he hadn’t gotten to experience since football had ended. Hemissedthe sensation of being on the field, of fighting for the ball, of that peak physical shape.
“God, you’re fun,” they said, their dark gaze flashing.
“So are you,” he gasped, pushing up to a stand.
“But I really want to sink into that ass. Time to stop playing around.”
Ngh. His cock was so damn hard, which hadn’t been tough, given the amount of grappling they’d done. Just two muscular bodies rubbing against each other—fuck. Sweat prickled on his forehead from the exertion, which sparked him to life. Fin’s stare was voracious, a hunger that coursed through his veins, thumping steadily along with his pulse.
Fin launched at him, and he brought his hands up to defend.
Except their kick landed against his calves, sending him off-balance. He tipped, and before he could right himself, they’d knocked him onto his back again. He wrestled with them, hands landing on their hips. However, Fin slid their leg between his, and with a quick movement, he thumped onto his stomach. His face met the ground, and a mixture of dirt, sand, and gravel prickled at his cheek.
His arm got wrenched behind his back, and Fin dropped down on his ass, their thick thighs wrapping around his waist to pin him in place. Like this, he felt owned, taken over, and a thrill coursed through his veins, rising with every second.
A firm length rubbed between his crack, even through the layers of fabric between them, and a moan escaped him, echoing in the night air.
“Knew you’d be a slutty little bottom,” they murmured, their voice dark and sinful.
Fuuuuuck. Ollie was so hard he could scream, his cock dribbling pre-cum that would stain his boxer briefs. Fin was nuclear-grade hot, and he couldn’t wait until they fucked into him. He didn’t care if he was out here in the wild. In fact, he preferred it.
“You good, sweetness? Ready for me to drive into your ass, where the whole world can see?” Fin asked, a tease in their tone that he liked a little too much.
“Please,” he gasped. The feeling of being pinned down turned him on more than he’d ever realized, and goddamn, he needed them to fuck him hard.
“I’ve got my play packer on, but if you want me to wrap up, I can.” Fin ground their length between his crack again. He shifted his hips up to meet it, the ache growing stronger.
“Nah, you’re good,” he said, sounding a bit too breathless. Not his fault that getting pinned like this made his mind dizzy with lust. “Just fuck me.”
“Someone’s desperate,” they said, their voice low and throaty. Even though Ollie was bigger than them, the sheer power of their thighs, how easily they’d flipped him around, the way they pinned his arm behind him all turned him on so badly he couldn’t stand it.
They rustled beneath him, popping the button one-handed. He lifted his ass higher to make room, which pushed their cock harder against him. Ngh. His zipper slid down, and a second later, Fin yanked his pants and briefs down his thighs. The cool air skated across his bare ass, even though his body was on fire.
Fuck. He’d never had sex this scorching before or felt so in tune with his body. Something about Fin taking control, how they commanded things with ease, settled him in a way he hadn’t realized he craved.
His mind quieted, and after the intensity that had been building in him earlier, his eyes heated from the peace, the shift.
Fin ran a hand along his ass cheek and squeezed, and adrenaline shot through him. Another moan slipped past his lips.
“God, this ass,” Fin said. “You’re so fucking sexy. Can’t wait to get inside you to make you keep moaning like a pretty little slut.”
Heat rushed through him. Their mouth, goddamn. A zip sounded, and they rubbed their cock against his ass again. The packer’s skin slid with the movement, and fuck, it felt so damn good. His cheek was pressed into the ground, his arm pinned behind his back still, and even though he could shift his hips, Fin’s thighs kept him in place.
After a rip hit the air, Fin pulled back, their cock no longer wedged firmly between his cheeks. Ollie swallowed his complaint. His cheeks would be permanently flushed, just from how hot Fin’s mouth and their rough handling got him. He was discovering new sides to himself by the second, ones he would never have suspected. Fin pressed cool, slick fingers against his hole, and they slipped two in with ease.
“Damn, what a pretty little slut you are.” Fin pumped their fingers in and out. “Taking my fingers like they’re nothing. Bet you’re used to playing with massive cocks at home, aren’t you?” The penetration sent a shot of pure epinephrin through him, and his cock fucking ached. Fin’s words set his whole body aflame. Goddamn. He’d never had anyone filthy talk like this to him before, and even though it made him squirm, he was so hard he ached and his balls throbbed. His one hand was still free, but he didn’t want to move. He wanted Fin to thrust into him in the middle of a park, bared before the sea and the sky.
“How badly do you need my cock?” They pulled their fingers from him.
Ollie’s mind swirled, barely able to piece together thoughts, let alone words.
They pressed the slicked tip of their cock against his hole, brushing along it in slow circles. Another whimper escaped him. Fuck, the sensation of even the tip tracing along there had him desperate. They teased him, continuing to brush their tip there, not sinking in.
Waiting for him to beg.
