Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Charlie
“On the desk. Now.” His voice, deep and gruff, echoes in my mind—unlike anything I’d heard from him before. This night has, undoubtedly, taken an interesting turn.
“Wh-what?” Words tumble out of my mouth as I look down at him from my position on his lap. I’m slightly out of breath, my lips are sore from kissing, and my cheeks tingle from his stubble.
There’s a whirlwind of emotions and sensations flowing through my veins. An overwhelming rush that leaves me feeling equally delirious and intensely alive. One moment, I think Finn is sick; the next moment, he’s telling me to sit on top of his desk, readying himself to do unspeakable things to my body.
As I sit here, his eyes drink me in with intensity, roaming over every inch of my body with a hunger that makes my pulse quicken. Finn takes his large hand, cups the side of my face, and runs his thumb down my bottom lip. The touch sends shivers down my spine as I lean into his body. Intense blue eyes are fixed on my lips, a penetrating gaze that ignites a deep ache in my core.
“Lift up your skirt and sit on the desk.” His tone is laced with dominance.
Slowly, I get off his lap and make my way over to his desk. Spinning around, I prop myself up and sit on it with my feet barely touching the floor. My heart is racing as his eyes burn into me. Finn looks . . . hungry. His watchful eyes rake over the entirety of my body, from my boots to the sweater hanging off of my bare shoulders.
He stands and slowly stalks towards me with careful, methodical movements. Dark blue eyes study mine as he places his hands on either side of me, gripping the edge of the desk. His tall frame cages me in, with an intense desire radiating off of him.
“Tell me you want this,” he pleads, his breath hot on my lips. All I can do is nod. My whole body feels like a live wire, ready to spark at any moment.
“A nod won’t suffice. I need your words, Charlie.”
I’m seeing a whole new side to Finn. Confidence is radiating off of him. He’s a man who knows what he wants, and I’m ready to give it to him.
“Yes,” I breathe, unable to hold back any longer. “I want this.”
“Good,” he says. Finn stands to his full height, removes his glasses, and sets them aside. My heart is pounding against my ribs as if it could escape my chest. Before I can register what’s about to happen, Finn drops to his knees right in front of me.
Holy. Shit.
His hands slide up my legs at a tortuously slow pace, gently pushing them apart. Finn’s intense stare locks onto mine as he lifts one eyebrow, wordlessly instructing me to hold my skirt up by pushing the chiffon fabric in my hand. My hands tremble with anticipation and excitement.
“You still doing okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good. I need you to do two things for me,” he asserts, not asking a question.
I swallow thickly and nod. Every cell in my body aches for this man to touch me.
“One. Lift up your hips,” he asserts. Warmth floods my body as I lift my hips off the desk, and his fingers hook into my panties, pulling them down my legs.
Once they’re off, sweet, nerdy Finn makes my jaw drop.
He takes the discarded lace fabric and casually puts it into his back pocket.
“Two. Relax,” he whispers, tenderly stroking the inside of my thighs while looking at me with intense blue eyes. A warm flush works its way from my neck to my cheeks at the sight of him before me. His hands splay over my thighs, fingertips digging into my skin, and eyes wild with desire.
When my ass touches the bare wood of his desk, I realize how exposed I am. I’m leaning back on my elbows, skirt hiked up around my waist, and no panties with my thighs parted. Nerves creep under my skin as I try to force the anxious thoughts out of my mind.
I’ll be damned if a little insecurity stands in the way of me and a man on his knees.
Finn must have felt me tense up because he pauses for a moment. “Charlie, I need you to know how beautiful you are. I can tell your mind is racing, but I’m going to take care of you. If at any point you aren’t comfortable or want me to stop, just let me know.” He presses a soft kiss on my inner thigh, and his words wash away my anxious thoughts. Finn takes my legs and hooks them around his neck as he lowers his head to my core.
Teasing me, he starts planting soft kisses on the delicate skin of my inner thighs, causing a shudder to run through me. Finn continues to tantalize me, lazily trailing his tongue against my heated flesh before lightly grazing the sensitive skin of my pussy. It’s a barely there touch, but enough to make me squirm for more. A dark chuckle escapes him, and I sense he’s enjoying keeping me on the edge. When his tongue makes one long stroke from my wet entrance to my clit, my back arches off the desk at the sensation, as I let out a soft moan.
Holy. Fuck. This man knows what he’s doing.
I can feel the vibration of Finn’s moan as he tastes me. It’s obvious he’s savoring this moment as much as I am. His enthusiasm turns me on even more.
My head tips back and I feel every muscle in my body loosen under his skilled mouth. Each stroke of his tongue sends sparks through my body. Instinctively, my hips press forward for more, but I pull back, worrying about seeming too forward.
Finn grips my legs, pulling me right against his mouth. Looking up between my legs with a sly smile, he says, “Use me. Take what you need, sweetheart.”
Those words. His mouth. My head spins with an intoxicating and euphoric dizziness while my body becomes overheated by lust.
His tongue moves in expert swipes over my pussy before pulling my clit into his mouth, gently sucking. The sensation makes me cry out, my voice echoing off the walls of his office. As he sucks and licks, he slides one finger into me, and I let out a desperate whimper. I drop from my elbows, my back connecting with the hard surface of his desk. The combination is almost too much for me to handle—but I only crave more. I’m at his mercy. He’s working my body with expert precision. Every worry and fear I previously had has completely vanished. Finn continues to taste me with precision and passion, and I’m unable to think about anything else except him between my legs.
As I whimper and moan beneath his mouth, he makes his own satisfied groans—enjoying every second of the pleasure he’s pulling from my body. Hearing his noises only pushes me closer to the edge of my orgasm. I tighten my legs around Finn’s head, feeling the roughness of his stubble against the inside of my thighs as I press myself closer to him.
He chuckles against me. “That’s my girl. Get there for me.”
Finn slides another finger into me as he goes back to sucking my clit. Two fingers curl inside me, and I cry out again, covering my mouth with my arm to muffle the noise.
Finn takes his free hand and pulls my arm away from my face. “Absolutely not. I need to hear what I’m doing to you.” His voice is rough, and his eyes are filled with determination. When he dips his head back down, my needy body rocks against his face. My pants become frantic as I grind myself against him, desperately chasing my release.
The waves of my orgasm begin to flow through me. I grip the soft strands of his thick hair, pressing myself harder against him as my body shudders. Finn doesn’t stop; he continues licking and sucking every last drop of pleasure out of me.
Still lying on Finn’s desk, I’m breathless as he pulls away, smoothing my skirt down my legs. When I finally come down from my high, my body feels weightless. All the tension that I’ve been holding onto for months has almost dissipated.
After a moment of silence, I feel like I may be able to form a coherent sentence. I sit up and look at him wide-eyed. “Holy shit. You’ve known how to do that the whole time we’ve known each other? What the fuck? You’ve been holding out on me!”
Finn’s head tips back as he lets out a loud laugh. His cheeks pink slightly at the compliment- it’s cute how bashful he is. “Stick with me, and you can get that anytime you want.” He winks, grabbing his glasses off the table and setting them back on his face.
There’s an offer I can’t refuse.
Before I can reply, Finn closes the distance between us in a single stride. His eyes study me, tracing every intricate detail of my features as if he’s committing them to memory. I look away, feeling vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze. His hand cradles the side of my face, his thumb affectionately stroking my cheek.
The room is so still and quiet. The only sounds are our hushed breaths echoing softly.
Shakily exhaling, I lift my gaze to meet his and give him a smile. Finn responds with a gentle smile of his own before pressing his lips to my forehead.
It’s a tender, intimate moment.
A moment that makes me feel safe. A moment that makes me feel desired.
Unfortunately, the moment ends too soon because we hear a crash. By the sound of it, it seems our dogs have also been getting into mischief.