24. Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Four
She had him, wholly and completely, body and soul.
It wasn’t just Kathleen’s hand around Finn’s cock, though that was certainly foremost in his thoughts. It was everything. Her coconut scent filling his nostrils. Her soft voice whispering in his head, driving out any thought of the Handler. The taste of coffee from her lips. Every part of her had invaded his already heightened senses, overwhelming them.
And he wanted more. He wanted everything, and her invitation to explore every part of her was as heady even as it was almost too overwhelming. She knew when to break his focus and when to take control. When to tease with her words and her mouth and her smile… and now her hand.
What Finn had imagined was nothing compared to reality. Her breasts swung as she bent forward, her green eyes fixed on his as her tongue licked a slow stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. The groan she won from him was freely given. It felt like an expression of praise, even before her mouth closed over the tip of his cock and sucked.
If he hadn’t taken care of himself earlier, he would have come already.
Kathleen’s hand slid down his cock even as her mouth followed, taking more of him into her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, even as the wave of sensations radiated out from his hard cock, throbbing in response to her ministrations.
She moved with a deliberate slowness at first. Finn thought she was favoring her still injured shoulder, but the upward tick of her eyes to him said she was making sure he was comfortable.
If he could find his words, he would have told her it was better than fine. That he would take anything she would give. That she had owned him the second she gave him a choice. Every moment, she reminded him he could stop at any time. He didn’t want to. He never wanted this to end. But just knowing he could—the freedom and novelty of it—was intoxicating.
Finn hoped she saw some of that in his face. Maybe she did because moments later, she sped up. The friction of her hand, combined with the hot, wet heat of her mouth and the pressure of her tongue and mouth against his shaft, was almost unbearably powerful and growing increasingly intense by the second.
He had no awareness of time, only the increasing surge of friction and the sudden knowledge that he was going to come again.
“Kath,” he tried to warn her, but the smile she wore suggested she knew already, taking his shaft deep into her throat just as he exploded.
If he hadn’t already come, seeing the line of her throat as she swallowed and pulled her mouth off his cock would have set him off.
He was overwhelmed by sensations—all of them good, but so intense—he couldn’t speak. But there were other ways to communicate, and as Kathleen settled back on her thighs, Finn sought to tug her forward, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her onto his chest. She made a noise of surprise at his grab, breathing out a laugh as she yielded.
They lay there for a while, her head resting on his chest, her hand tracing a path over one of his scars. It sat just above his heart, and he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten it. He felt her hand slide lower, over his abs, to a spot just above his hip. The scar there was rougher—not from a weapon.
“I think I was falling,” Finn said. “But I don’t remember the specifics. I don’t always.”
He felt more than saw Kathleen’s head lift, the troubled crease of her brow as her fingers slid over the scar. Not remembering hadn’t ever bothered him before, not until it did her. He needed to wipe that crease from her forehead.
He shifted his hips, pressing his groin into her middle like she had done to him earlier. He could feel the stirring between his legs—and she could feel it, too.
She laughed. It brightened her gaze, and his cock grew even harder in response.
“Already?”
“I was genetically modified. I have enhanced physical features.”
Kathleen hummed, her voice low, “Indeed?”
She pushed herself into a seated position, looking down the length of him.
Finn heard the change in her heartbeat. Anticipation, he thought. She turned back to him, her eyes brightening with what he now recognized as teasing.
She eased off the bed before he could catch her. “Stay,” Kathleen said, and he fell back, obeying. Slowly—excruciatingly slowly—she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down her legs, taking her panties with them. The triangle of dark hair between her legs was kept neat, and he instantly felt the urge to touch, to smell, to taste her.
Kathleen had other ideas, though.
She climbed back onto the bed, straddling him again. In the same way she had before, she pressed against his stiff cock, but this time there was no material separating them. He felt her wetness as she ground herself with a long, slow stroke, drawing a sharp groan of want from his throat. Her smile—bright, wicked—told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
And she didn’t stop.
Twice more, she incited a deliciously teasing agony that ached to be sated. A growl rumbled through his chest as Finn pushed upward, wrapping his arm around her, drawing her sharply against him. Despite his want, his training kicked in.
“Protection?” he growled roughly into her ear.
“I’m clean,” Kathleen said.
Once again, she pressed against him, sliding her pussy along his shaft, covering it with her increasing arousal. The scent of her filled the air, and Finn couldn’t help but release a deep moan.
Kathleen’s smile radiated satisfaction at his response. “And I can’t have children.”
The addition was offhand, aimed at being a throwaway, but he saw something dark in her gaze, hidden beneath that smile.
“Kathleen,” Finn began, but she was lowering herself onto him, and he lost all words.
He never indulged in this sort of distraction before or after a mission, but his body remembered it like a distant memory. She felt all too familiar as she speared herself on his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him, radiating out from where they connected.
Having her right here, fingers touching his face gently even as her heat wrapped tightly around his hard cock all the way to the hilt, was real and present. He shuddered, wrapping his arms around her, his forehead resting on her collarbone.
“Finn?” Her voice was soft. “Are you okay?”
He needed a moment. It felt so overwhelming. She was overwhelming.
She stayed still as they both adjusted, her body sheathed on him as her hands feathered into his damp hair. He focused on the feeling of that, the gentle touch. Of her heat enveloping him.
Finn wanted to praise her, but he couldn’t find the right words. So he told her with his mouth. Lifting his head, he kissed her collarbone, working his way slowly over her skin to her neck. He felt the shift of her breath, the slight movement of her head allowing him better access. The taste of her skin was alluring, and he used his tongue as much as his lips, sucking and kissing his way to just beneath her ear. Every touch elicited soft reactions from her, a hitch in her breath, a change in her heartbeat, and her soft moans.
He shifted his hands, loosening his tight hold, gliding them down the smooth skin of her back as she arched in response. Her hands shifted from his hair to his face, his cheeks, turning his gaze to hers. He wasn’t sure what his expression told her, but hers was full of warmth and compassion over a heated desire. Whatever she saw in him made her move slowly, lifting herself up and sinking back down. As she did, a heady sigh escaped her lips, her brilliant green eyes on him the whole time.
Finn couldn’t say whether it was the sensation of her spearing herself on him, the sight of her, or the look in her eyes that affected him more. Probably all three, given the waves of heat that become fluttering sensations every time her eyes caught his.
The next time she moved, he was ready, his hands sliding from her back to under her ass, lifting her faster and releasing her so she slammed down onto him. Her startled gasp became a moan, and her knowing smile blossomed.
“Yes, Finn! Like that!” she gasped.
After that, it was fast, quick movements as she rode him, grinding herself down onto his cock, the sound of her breath pitching higher every time. It was amazing—but it wasn’t enough.
Finn wrapped his arms around her again, the only warning she got as he rolled them, staying hilted deep inside her the whole time. On top of her, he had the leverage he wanted, and she guessed his intention.
“Yes,” she whispered.
She brought her knees higher, allowing him deeper inside of her.
The first deep thrust won a shuddered breath from her as she whispered his name. It did something to his brain, completed something that said, in this moment, he owned her.
“Say it again. Say my name.”
Kathleen laughed breathlessly, her fingers tangling into his hair as she murmured, “Finn.”
He thrust into her again, her back arched, voice higher as she called his name again. It was like a siren song, challenging him, urging him.
Bracing his arm against the bed, Finn began pounding into her. Everything narrowed to the points at which they connected. Her hands slid up his arms, down his back, and finally to his ass, fingers digging in as if to urge him faster as she gasped his name. He wanted to see her eyes, but as the friction between them increased, he couldn’t do anything but drop his head onto the pillow next to hers. Her breath came in little desperate gasps, so close in his ear that he thought he might just come from the sheer sound of it. He could feel his cock tightening, feel the orgasm coming, and he kept pounding as a guttural growl tore from his throat, and he spilled inside of her.
Finn collapsed, buried inside of her, breathing harshly.
He felt the butterfly touch of her fingertips gliding up his sweat-soaked back. He thought it a request to move, but when he began to shift his weight, her hand settled at the back of his neck.
“Stay,” Kathleen murmured the word against his ear. “Just a bit longer.”
Finn felt her hand soothe over his hair. He scarcely needed the encouragement. His body felt utterly relaxed, entirely in the moment. Every touch of her fingers against his skin felt heightened, his body sated, and his mind—for once—focused on nothing but the woman he was buried inside.
He had had sex before, but this sort of intimacy was different—the want to bury himself in her and stay forever. The want to breathe the same air as her. It had a name. The want to give her everything, without reservation.
It felt natural just to say it, as he recognized it. “I love you. I think I always did, but I just remembered what it feels like.”
Finn heard her breath stop, the shift of her heartbeat to something faster. He knew what fear sounded like. Smelled like. He didn’t even need to see her to know that was her reaction.
“Finn, this… isn’t a thing. It’s a one-time thing,” Kathleen said, her voice careful.
He wanted to tell her she was wrong. That there was a future for them. He didn’t know what it looked like, but he knew he’d do anything to make it happen. He stifled the urge. He knew fear, and he knew what it would take to make her run—and those words would make her run.
Instead, Finn pushed onto an elbow so he could see her face. It was guarded now—nothing to be seen of the fear he sensed earlier, but he knew it was lurking there under the surface.
“I’ll take anything you’re willing to give,” he said.
Finn must have chosen right because she relaxed, her smile genuine, if not as bright as before.
Something in her features made him replay the moments in his head, and he realized although he heard her gasping, he was so focused on his own orgasm that he hadn’t even heard her come.
“You didn’t…?”
“Come?” Kathleen concluded with a smile. “No, but I almost never do through sex.” Her hand stroked his cheek. “It’s not anything you did or didn’t do. It’s just how I am. And now I need to take a shower.”
Despite her reassurances, doubt settled in his gut. Had he ruined this? Finn eased off her—and out of her—rolling to one side. He watched her walk into the bathroom, not hiding his admiration nor attraction to her lithe form, eyes gliding over her curves. She left the bathroom door open as the sound of the water began. His eyes fixed to a point just above the door as he imagined what she was doing, leaning in to test the water, her ass sticking out, a bend in her leg as she stepped inside…
“You know,” Kathleen said, peering out the doorway. “When a woman says she’s taking a shower and leaves the bathroom door open, it’s usually an invitation to join her.”
“Oh,” Finn said.
Her mouth quirked. “Get in here.” A beat. “If you want to.”
He was not great at reading emotions, but even he could tell the look she gave him was pure invitation. Finn’s eyes dropped to watch her ass as she retreated again.
One advantage of his reflexes being exceptionally fast was being able to close short distances in seconds. His hand slid around her waist—his mouth finding her bare shoulder—before she had even reached the shower.
“Oh!” she gasped.
He took that as a good sign.
They stepped under the hot water together, the spray catching both of them as he pressed his chest against her back, holding her against him. He ran his hand down over her skin, starting at her stomach and sliding lower.
“You don’t have to,” Kathleen began, but a sharp inhale interrupted the words as his fingers slid inside of her.
Finn didn’t remember this either, but one advantage of his enhanced senses was that he could see minute changes in her—a slight dilation of her eyes, a parting of her lips, and the sharp intake of her breath whenever he hit somewhere sensitive.
“There?”
“Yes!” she gasped, her back arching.
“Are you sure?” He smiled in anticipation of her response.
Kathleen’s eyes snapped wide, and her hand gripped his wrist as if afraid he might withdraw.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she threatened.
Finn breathed out a low laugh as his thumb brushed over her sensitive spot. He felt her fingers loosen on his wrist as she reacted with a shiver.
The moment she freed him, Finn moved. To her eyesight, he was impossibly fast, pressing against her back one second, pushing her into the wall the next as he went to his knees. By the time she registered the change, his tongue had replaced his thumb, sliding over her clit, and she gasped. Whatever questions were in her gaze evaporated as he explored her, taking his time to discover what best led to her feverishly crying his name.
By the time she came, shuddering, he was the only thing holding her upright, pressing her into the wall as he dived into her pussy with his fingers and tongue. In the time it took for her legs to steady, he’d washed her skin almost entirely. She was distracted when he pinned her against the wall, kissing her.
Kathleen broke the kiss when she felt him press his groin into her. She glanced down, then up at him, with a knowing smile. “Genetically engineered, you said?”
“Yes. But this is mostly just how unbelievingly sexy you are,” Finn said. “And I want another shot at making you come on my cock.”
Her fingers touched his cheek, then slid to the back of his neck to pull him closer toward her lips. “All right, maybe this is a two-time thing.”
“Can we negotiate more if I make you come three times?”
“Talk later,” she said. “Kiss now.”
Finn was more than happy to obey.
This time, he had the tactical advantage. He knew where her most sensitive places were, the places that made her blood rush and her breath come in short, gasping cries. He had a new mission: make her come while he was inside her.
In that, he was twice successful. Mission accomplished.