Page 50 of The Convict

Standing, I hold his slight weight by his ass cheeks and bounce him up and down on my cock. Finn wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck. He nips and sucks at me, and I grip his fat ass harder, bending my knees so I can move him like I want.

“Rax! I’m so close. Please … please …” Finn trembles in my arms, so close to coming I can smell it coming off him in waves.

Needing to be deeper inside, I lay Finn on the couch and push his legs back. Going slow was good, but I need to punish his hole.

Finn starts babbling, begging for more while he digs his nails in my biceps hard enough to break skin. I growl, loving the mix of pleasure and pain.

“Yeah, sweet pea. You feel me?” I hold his waist tight and pump in and out of his hole as deep as I can. “Feel me?”

“I do,” Finn says on a whimper. “I feel all of you. More. God, more.”

Grabbing his cock, I stroke him fast and I slam into him, chasing my orgasm. “You gotta come, sweet pea,” I mutter, feeling pleasure lick up my spine, down to my balls. “Come for me.”

Finn nods, whimpering as he seeks his own release. Just when I think he won’t come, he shudders and his hot cum drenches my fist. I bring my hand to my mouth and lick, wanting to taste him.

I groan as I swipe my tongue over where he came and before I know it, I’m tumbling over the edge, his sweet and salty taste the catalyst for my climax.

Not waiting to catch my breath, I take Finn’s mouth, feeding him some of his cum while I tangle our tongues. He lazily strokes his tongue over mine, his fingers lightly brushing over my face and neck. I slide him further up the couch so I can snuggle between his legs, feeling his spent cock brush against my abs.

From the corner of my eye, I see movement by the door and pull out of Finn and stand, reaching for the gun under the couch pillow. I ignore Finn’s startled yelp and move closer to the door. When I see Zeke’s smiling face and Shane’s shocked expression through the windowpanes by the door, I groan and lower the weapon.

“Put on some fucking pants!” Zeke shouts through the door. “I think I’ve seen your dick enough to last me a lifetime.”

Growling, I stomp over to the couch and hand Finn his pants, apologizing for how roughly I just treated him. He smiles shyly and takes his sweats from me. He makes it a point to turn his ass to me while he’s pulling them up. He’s trouble. I pick up my own pants, getting dressed so I can let Zeke and Shane in.

Unlocking the door, I block it when Zeke tries to push past me. “You could have called first. We were getting ready for round two.”

“Yeah, well, the news I have for you will have you forgetting that I’m a cockblocker,” Zeke says with a grin, patting my shoulder as I move to the side.

“Sorry,” Shane mutters with a small smile. He shuffles in, putting his hands in his pockets when he’s standing in front of Finn, the beard burn apparent on his face. My chest puffs out and I almost want to go full caveman and drag Finn up the stairs by his hair and stake my claim for Shane and Zeke to hear.

“Tell me this was consensual,” Shane says. Finn’s cheeks flush and I bristle.

Moving to stand beside him, I draw Finn closer to me. “I don’t mind killing people. But I am not nor have I ever been a rapist. Don’t ever ask me no shit like that again.”

Shane’s face pales and I think for a moment, he forgot who the fuck he was talking to. Zeke gives him a what did you expect look and shakes his head.

Finn steps in front of me, hands out. “Yes, it’s one hundred percent consensual. I like Rax. And that’s not coercion or under any duress. At this point, I don’t think I’m a kidnap victim anymore.”

Shane rolls his eyes and plops on the couch. “Don’t say that again.” He glances at me with an apologetic look. “That’s the only way you won’t be questioned in excess when you’re released. Never tell anyone about this relationship or whatever it is or you will be hauled away as an accessory. Do you understand?”

Finn’s face blanches and he looks up at me. “Umm …”

I kiss the top of his head. “He’s right, sweet pea. If you tell anyone that, they will think this was a set up. Shane knows what he’s talking about.”

Looking into his eyes, I can tell he wants to argue, but must think better of it. He nods and looks away, biting his lip.

Zeke, ever the man that can’t take shit but murder seriously, says, “Lighten up, you two. I said I have good news. You still have a few days to fuck him into the mattress, Rax.”

Finn chuckles softly, shaking his head as he sits on the couch. “Why are you like this?”

“It’s a gift,” Zeke says to him with a wink. I throw a couch pillow at him, making him laugh, then grimace. “Was your ass on this pillow?”

“Fuck you,” I say with a laugh. “What’s the good news?”

Zeke looks at Shane. My lawyer smiles at me, rubbing his hands together. He’s definitely changed since we hired him all those years ago. “I got your flight squared away. You only have to be in the country for five more days, then you’re off to a new life.”

“But first,” Zeke says, eyes alight with excitement, “we’re gonna party. No hangarounds,” he rushes to say when I open my mouth. “Just us. The brothers, the club. And Finn of course.” He dips his head to my … my Finn and I watch Finn’s smile brighten. “We’ll see you off with a good time. Prez wants to talk first about how we’ll release Finn, but after that, we can chill like the good ol’ days.”

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