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Hot as Heller (Aster Valley 3)

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“More,” Finn breathed.

I moved my free hand up into his hair, using it to move his head so I could kiss him on the mouth. He made a hungry sound when my lips met his. We kissed and fucked and kept clinging to each other’s hands like shipwreck survivors until I’d shoved him so far up the bed, his head had to tilt to keep from banging against the headboard.

I needed more. More of him. More time inside of him. Closer. I needed… I needed to be closer to him. I pulled out and grabbed him, flipping him onto his back and yanking him back down the bed. Then I bent his legs up until his knees were next to his ears, and I thrust back into him, locking eyes with that dark green intensity.

Finn screamed and threw his head back as my dick hit a good spot. He begged for more. Harder. And I gave him everything I had. I hooked my arms under his shoulders and held on tight until his leaking dick finally shot all over his belly and he shouted my name to the roof.

“You’re so fucking good,” I grunted, thrusting a few more times, enjoying the last tight squeeze of his body before my own orgasm slammed into me. I groaned and shook, pressing my release as deep inside him as I could, despite knowing the condom was there. When my orgasm subsided, I tried not to crush him. I supported most of my weight on my arms and kissed him gently on the cheeks, the eyelids, the forehead, the lips. I murmured words of praise and gratitude, unsure of whether or not he could hear and process them or if he was in his own little afterglow world.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Responsive. God, you make me feel so good. Your body is amazing, and the noises you make… Finn… fuck. You’re… so fucking sweet. Thank you.”

His green eyes were clear when he met my gaze. I’d never seen a more heavenly sight in my entire life. He looked like a damned angel, fucked out and boneless in my bed.

“Can we go again?” he asked with a straight face.

I probably looked like a suffocating fish before a smirk appeared on his sexy-as-fuck lips and clued me in to the joke.

I pinched his ass. “Yes, tiny newborn baby, you can go again. I, on the other hand, will need a Gatorade, a vitamin B shot, some physical therapy, and possibly a bump of coke to go again anytime soon.”

His laughter was magnetic. He looked so damned relaxed and happy, I almost wanted to pat myself on the back. Mission accomplished. If all it took to make him this way was fucking him into next week, sign me the hell up.

I leaned down to kiss his laughing mouth, which turned into a longer make-out session than I’d intended. When we were done, we were both covered in cum and lube.

“Come on,” I said, hopping up and reaching for him. “Shower time.”

I stared at him like a pervert as he walked in all his naked glory to my bathroom. His body was fucking amazing, which wasn’t surprising considering his livelihood, but was still something I wasn’t quite used to. After I started the water, I pulled him in for more kissing. It got pretty handsy until I realized steam was fogging all around us.

I adjusted the water and led him into the big tiled shower stall. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was big enough for two, and the water pressure from the large rain-style shower head was amazing. Finn groaned as he stepped under the hot spray.

After taking my time washing every square inch of him as diligently as possible, we were as desperate to come as we’d been half an hour earlier. I jacked us off with soapy hands as I growled dirty words into his ear. Finn clung to me to keep from sliding to the floor in a boneless puddle, and I had to practically pour him into bed after drying him off with a fluffy towel.

“Sleep,” I told him when I caught him fighting the pull of the soft bed and comfortable sheets.

“Don’t want to wake up again and find you gone,” he admitted softly.

I brushed the floppy damp hair back from his forehead. “I promised you I wouldn’t leave. And if I get called out on an emergency, I’ll wake you and tell you what’s going on, okay? I promise.”

He reached up and ran a fingertip down the center of my forehead to the tip of my nose. “You’re not real. None of this is real.”

Finn’s voice was soft and sleepy. It tugged at my heart. I leaned in and nuzzled his neck. “Sleep. I’m worried about you. You seem worn-out.”

He lifted an eyebrow as if to ask, Whose fault is that? “Tomorrow we film the tyrolean traverse scene at Tempter’s Chimney. My climbing trainer isn’t going to be there for it, so I’m worried. That’s all.”


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