“No going back,” Finn warned in a voice she hadn’t heard before. It sounded low, rough and thrilling. He took hold of one of her boots, dealt with it swiftly before starting in on the other. “Undo your jeans.”
Her fingers fumbled on the button and zipper. “What about you?”
“Soon.” Finn put a knee on the mattress, leant over and sped up the process, peeling her jeans off her legs. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled. The feral grin he gave as he stripped her underwear down had her heart tripping in her chest.
“These are wet.”
“You have that effect.”
“Good to know.”
Ali leant back on her elbows. Finn folded her underwear and tucked them in his back jeans pocket.
“Those are the only pair I have, Finn.”
“I’ll get you more.” He sunk down onto his knees on the carpet at the foot of the bed, pried her legs open with gentle hands. The reverence of his gaze as he stared at her sex caused her mouth to go dry. If he hadn’t been holding her legs open she’d have snapped them shut in a fit of nerves.
“Closer,” he urged, wrapping his hands around her h*ps to drag her toward him. “A bit more.”
Firm hands slid down, the rough tips of his fingers smoothed over her inner thighs, tracing lightly over her skin, getting goose pimples raging. His warm breath fevered her skin. She just about jumped when a fingertip traveled the seam between her pu**y and thigh. Her shoulders shook and there was a noise in her throat, fighting for release.
It all grew out of control the longer he studied her. The more he touched her.
This was going to kill her.
When Finn’s mouth touched her sex, she sagged with relief. Her back hit the mattress and her whole body shook. She would have liked to watch him, but maybe next time. There had to be a next time, because the tongue swiping through her was heaven-sent and blessed from on high. It felt of sweet deliverance making everything right.
His firm lips rubbed and his tongue tickled and teased. Swift swipes followed by a long, lazy wander from the flat of his tongue through slick flesh. She didn’t know what she was going to get. What he would give. He drove her steadily toward the edge. He suckled her lips, fingers pressing hard into her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide.
Her back arched and her body hummed.
“God. Finn.” Nothing else existed outside of the way he was making her feel. The pleasure he inflicted.
When he restricted his oral worship to her cl*t she was done for.
“Oh … GoddammitFinnyes.” White lightning struck behind her eyelids and her back bowed. The muscles in her legs pulled taught and her heart punched at her rib cage. Bones were surely broken. She pushed her pu**y into his face, all sense of shame long gone.
Ali came and came, body shaking and shivering as he eased her down. His mouth stayed on her till the last, hands holding her tight.
She drifted till the strong hands gripped her h*ps and thumbs stroked over her skin.
His low, rough voice called her back.
“Roll over, Al. I want you on all fours. I want to f**k you from behind,” he said. She was wel and truly back in her happy place with the erotic image planted in her mind. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” She nodded and rolled her lax body, pulled herself up onto hands and knees. Muscles turned to liquid trembled, but determination won through. She felt exposed, putting herself in his hands. Anxiety spread through her at not being able to see him. But wasn’t it always this way with sex? The trust involved. The desire to please. To be pleased in turn.
Considering he had so recently been up close and personal with her privates, it was foolish to worry, but it lingered nonetheless. A tiny mirror above the bed provided few clues as he stared at her with intent.
His hands positioned her just so, toes hanging off the end of the bed. The clink of his belt buckle. The smal sounds of him undressing.
A condom wrapper ripped open. Then his hands were back on her, fingers kneading her ass just hard enough to leave a mark. Which was exactly what she wanted.
“I think you can get louder.” His cockhead brushed against the swollen lips of her pu**y and a shiver shot through her.
This was it. He parted her and pushed, entering her slow but sure, not stopping till he was seated ful y inside. Until she was full of him.
Finn groaned, long and low. She could have sworn it carried straight through him and on into her. “Al?”
Took her a while to recall a question had been asked. And how was she supposed to converse, with his c**k buried deep inside?
Her mind was mud, every thought focused on the feel of him. “Ahh, maybe.”
“Hmm.” His hands soothed down her sides as he ground himself against her. The light scratch of his pubic hair and the heat of him against her thighs and ass, so primal. “Al. Are you with me?”
“Yes.” She tensed around him, testing the feel of his c**k inside her. Deliciously good. Her whole body felt alive with him. “Please, Finn. Fuck me.”
“Yesss.” His voice was victorious as he pul ed out slowly, his c**k dragging over places inside, bringing her back to life. Then he pushed in. Then he pulled out.
Over and over, f**king her slow and sure. Working her. The pace coldly calculated. Every move controlled. Something was wrong.
“Finn, wait …”
Beads of sweat struck her back and he continued his game.
The tension built but it was wrong. Wasn’t what she wanted. Mindless passion, losing themselves in each other … yes. Which would have been honest. But no, he had shut her out.
And it felt a lot like he was proving a point in here with her much like he had out there with Dan.
If it wasn’t so good she would have throttled him.
There was nothing wrong with his sexual technique. Over and over he f**ked himself into her, saccharine sweet and mechanical y slow. His thrusts timed like a metronome kept pace. He had closed himself off completely.
She could hear his belabored breathing. Feel the tension in his hands, shaking and gripping her hips. This was taking its toll. “Finn.
Please. Stop.”
“You don’t like this?” he asked. A hand settled onto the mattress beside her. He leant over, reached beneath to slip his fingers over her mound, in pursuit of her clit, of course. “I think you like this. You’re going to come again for me. Then we’ll get to work on number three.”
The strength left her arms as he found the tight bundle of nerves and stroked. Her body shook as the orgasm stole over her. Stars.