His helper part 1 a ma.., p.3
His Helper - Part 1 : A Man, A Mountain, A Meeting,
p.3
He hums. Why? I don’t know, nor do I ask.
Darkness descends as I slip the last of my mask over my eyes, and the world blots out. Cool air ripples across my skin. A finger trails down my spine, and I groan. It ends at my tailbone, right at the cleft of my ass. There, it rests for what feels like forever. I gulp air at the simple touch.
It descends between my cheeks, and my cock bucks hard, nuts drawing up tight.
The pad brushes over my pucker, and I sag forward, forearms dropping out from under me. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
“You want my fingers or a toy?” Beck asks, patient and soft.
I can’t speak, or my voice will betray me. I say nothing.
The sound of a lube bottle clicks open, and I swallow back a moan.
Coolness drips down the crack of my ass, bathing my hole and balls in liquid. Beck hums in satisfaction as my opening flutters open and closed, wanting more lube inside.
A thick digit probes there, swirling the silky fluid around my sensitive entrance. I stiffen, hold my breath, and wait for it. Ache for it.
His palm grips my ass cheek firmly and better than anything I’ve ever felt before. I moan lowly in my throat. Again, Beck hums a deep, approving sound that makes the hair on my arms stand on end.
“Are you good?” he checks.
I nod once.
“Are you ready for my fingers?”
I shiver.
“Should we start with one?”
No.
I need more.
I can take more.
I shake my head to communicate as much, and he chuckles.
“Two then?” His words are swathed in mirth.
Another tremble ripples down my body as two firm fingers rub around my hole. Needing them more than my next breath, I try to push back, to put them inside me like I would my dildo in the shower. Only they disappear a moment later, and all I wanna do is weep.
“Please,” I beg. “Please.
“Do you want two of my fingers, Finn?”
“Three,” I whisper.
“Hmm… You like to be stretched.” A statement, not a question.
Oh, fuck.
Yes.
Please, yes.
I nod over and over, eager to be stretched.
“Do you want me to see you gaping wide open?”
Yes. I want that.
Wiggling my needy ass, I groan loudly in response.
“Do you think you can take four fingers, Finn?”
Yes.
I can take your entire hand.
I’ll take it all.
Whatever you want to give. Please.
Tapping my lubed hole with two fingers, Beck’s raps grow stronger and more powerful until my hole is aching and my nerves are on fire.
“Please,” I wheeze.
He slaps my hole, and my entire body spasms.
“Please.” Teeth clenched, I fist the towel beneath me. “Please.”
Hot, moist air wafts over my sensitive rim as Beck blows across it. His coarse facial hair grates the inside of my cheeks as he closes in. “You think he wants three fingers now, Finn?” More air sweeps over my hole, cooler this time.
“Yes,” I hiss, sensing him there, his tongue mere inches from my entrance. His breath a whisper upon skin.
Rubbing his coarse face across one of my cheeks, Beck penetrates my hole with his thumb, and I know he’s watching me open as he does. His deep groan is evidence enough. His hum of approval comes next as he continues to finger me with his digit. Slow and stretching, hooking inside, then circling my rim when it pops out. Shaking uncontrollably, I succumb to whatever torture he has in store. In the shower, I race to completion. Out here, Beck’s in charge.
In and out, he fucks me with shallow thrusts.
“That’s it, Finn. That’s it,” he encourages. “Open up for me.”
Precum drips from my aching cock, making a mess on the towel. Beck doesn’t seem to care, as he focuses on my hole. Torturing me until I’m floating. Until only pleasure remains. Simmering across every nerve ending, roaring through my blood.
When his thumb turns into two fingers, then three, I melt. Turning my head to the side, I rest my cheek on the towel as I remain folded in half, exposed only to him, ready for only him. Beck doesn’t disappoint.
A fourth finger joins the party, and I moan quietly to myself, my mouth falling open as I breathe through the ache, through the perfection.
“That’s it, Finn.” Pumping four fingers in and out slowly, I sense Beck shift. Another hand tugs out my ponytail holder before he sifts his fingers through my hair and gets a firm grip.
Tugging my head back slightly to exert his control, Beck wrecks my prostate. Fucking me harder. Taking mw higher. Filling me fuller than I’ve ever felt before. I submit every ounce of my being to him.
The sharp sting of his thumb joining the party leaves me panting. A sheen of sweat breaks across my body. He presses in further, never letting up, and I accept him. Trust him.
“So beautiful. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he praises. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby. So fuckin’ good.”
When all his knuckles breach, everything turns to fire. Eyes rolling into the back of my skull, the world stops, and ecstasy unlike I’ve ever felt before coalesces in a suspended moment as I shatter into a million flawless pieces.
Nuts drawing up painfully tight, cum shoots from my shaft onto the towel as I thrust my hips back, impaling myself further. What does Beck do? He fucks me through my climax. In and out, he milks everything from my soul as I come, and I come, and I come, moaning through the onslaught, quaking uncontrollably until I’m nothing more than a puddle of goo.
Collapsing onto the couch, I force oxygen into my lungs.
Beck carefully removes the blindfold from my head as I float back down to earth. He goes to the kitchen and brings back a wet towel. Spreading my cheeks, he cleans whatever mess is left, and I already feel his absence. The void he’s left inside me. I flex my hole, knowing how much I must be gaping right now. Knowing how embarrassed I should be for letting him take me that far. Only I can’t seem to care.
Turning my head to see Beck, he kneels beside me and pushes strands of sweaty hair off my face, wearing the kindest of smiles, his pupils blown wide. I can’t imagine how I probably look right now. Nor do I care.
“You did well.” Beck strokes the back of his fingers down my side and stops at my bottom, where he cups his hand, giving the flesh a little squeeze.
“That was…” Licking my dry lips, I trail off, unable to procure the suitable words to describe the depth of this… the feelings… the… everything.
“I know, and you might be sore for the next couple of days. I… went further than I planned.” Beck’s expression grows tight with concern, as if he’s afraid he took me too far, too quick.
I grin lazily. “Your whole hand.” My words are wistful. His entire hand was inside me, filling me. My lonely hole clenches at the memory.
“Yes, and you took it beautifully. Do you need anything from me before I go? Any aftercare?”
Eyes fluttering in and out of consciousness, I shake my head, then think better of it. If he’s offering, then maybe…
I wiggle my bare ass, and he chuckles.
“You gotta use words, Finn. I need words to know what you need.”
A blush creeps in again because I don’t know how to ask for this. It’s embarrassing.
Cringing at my internal struggle, I force the words to depart my lips. If he laughs, then he does. But maybe he’ll understand. “Can you… touch it?”
A look of understanding and a small closed-mouth smile steals across Beck’s face before he does what I need. Moving down the couch, he encourages me to flip onto my back, and I do. To make this less mortifying, I throw an arm over my face so I don’t have to see him as he sits. Draping one of my legs over the back of the couch, he collects cum from my stomach with his fingers before he slides them between my cheeks, where he penetrates me easily.
I sigh, content, as my dick grows to full size once more.
“Are you able to come for me again, Finn?” Beck asks in that same deep, calm timbre as if he has all the time in the world to pleasure me.
Chewing my bottom lip, I nod once, afraid to look at him.
“You want me to fuck you again?” he clarifies.
Again, I nod, blushing ten shades of red.
And so, Beck does what he does best. With the patience of a saint, he grips my balls in one of his big hands and fucks me with my cum with his other. It doesn’t take long for me to complete a second time, and when he’s through, Beck leaves with a parting kiss on my forehead and a promise to check in later.
Sufficiently sated, better than I have ever been in my entire life, I pass out on the couch for a solid eight hours.
And thus begins a new chapter in my life. One I never knew was possible.
All thanks to one man.
My helper.
Beck.
The man with the green eyes.
NEXT IN THE SERIES
His Helper - Part 2: Temptation & Obligation
Beckett
Finn is unlike any client I've helped before.
I can't get him out of my head...Not when I'm at my day job, not at dinner with my boyfriend, not when I'm helping other clients- he's always there, under my skin.
I don't know how this happened or what I need to do to make it stop.
He's a distraction I can't afford, and there's only one way to fix this.
Don't.
NOTE FROM AUTHOR
Readers,
Thanks for taking the time to read this spicy little short. At first, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with this story. All I knew was Finn came nto my life one day when I was working on completing my long-awaited book 23 Hours, and I wanted to fulfill his deepest fantasies. As with most of my works, the more a character reveals themselves to me, the more I want to get to know them, which requires letting them speak. Finn has spoken. Apparently, he is really into anal sex. He also wants more books written about him.
I’ve never released a series of shorts like this before, but I do hope you continue to peel back the layers of Finn along with me. It’s bound to be an interesting adventure.
For those wondering why I am not making this into a full-sized novel, it’s because these are snippets of life. Layers. Blips. Not a continuous stream of consciousness.
In the end, I hope he reveals everything we need to give him the happy life and acceptance he deserves. Until then, I’m gonna do what Finn wants and maybe throw in a little Beck, too, if he’s ready to open up to me.
Until next time…
Peace,
Bink.
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