Chapter 51
JAYDEN
“Smells so fucking sweet, baby.” I lean in for another long inhale of honey and spice. “My mouth’s watering for a taste.”
Finley pivots from the counter with a smirk, a small spoon of charred peach held just out of reach.
“Hmm… maybe you should get your salivary glands checked…” she teases, licking her juicy lip.
“Do I now?”
Half her hair is piled on her head, the rest tangling over her shoulders.
There’s a giddy gleam I’ve never seen before—like someone unlocked a new level of happy.
She’s in my shirt from last night; I put it on her this morning after we showered.
She looks as mine as she feels… and still, a part of me imagines her in Eli’s clothes, padding around his kitchen making his favorite dessert.
“Do you feel guilty?” The question blurts out, and I regret it a heartbeat later when her brows pinch.
“Should I?” she counters. “Do you?”
I shake my head. “Eli let me touch you. He let me kiss you and left you with me. I know Eli. He wouldn’t have done any of that unless he wanted to… wanted this.”
Finley nods. “He loves seeing us together.”
Her fingers brush my jaw and slide to my nape; she rolls onto her toes, stretching for my mouth. She’s tall, but I still tower over her—on tiptoes, her lips just miss mine.
“Want something?” she murmurs, tongue wetting her lip. “Are you going to take it, Hotshot?”
She offers the spoon. The kitchen is warm with lemon, vanilla, and honey—like a Finley-scent bomb. Makes me wonder if Eli loves peach fritters for the taste or because they smell like her hair after a shower.
“How about a trade?” she whispers, tracing the spoon along the seam of my mouth. “I’ll give you my peaches, you give me your kiss?”
“Not sure that’s a fair trade, Lucky.” I let her feed me, that feisty mock-glare yanking at my chest. “Mmm… your peaches are mighty fine, Finley-James.”
“Oh my Lord, you’re such a dork,” she laughs at my terrible accent as I grip her ass and lift.
Long, lithe legs cinch my waist; her perfect ass notches over my half-hard cock. It’s been like this since I woke with her in my bed, tangled in my sheets, my sweat dried on her skin… and Eli’s cologne still clinging to it.
Fuck.
“Only for you.”
A shaky breath leaves her. “Are you sweet-talking me again?”
“Bet this perky, beautiful ass I am.” I swat her and the spoon clatters to the floor as I swallow her gasp.
Her hands frame my jaw. Her tongue licks into my mouth with newfound confidence; the guttural sound she makes vibrates through my chest and burns my lungs.
Coffee. Vanilla. Peach. If I hadn’t tasted her, this would be my favorite flavor. But I have, and the more she writhes on me, the more I need her again.
Swear on my life, this girl is a drug—euphoric, addictive. She might be the death of me.
As much as I want to taste her, nothing trumps the need to bury myself inside her. Urgency shoves me toward the door before I realize I’m moving.
“Where are you going?” Her breath is ragged.
“To my place.”
Fin shakes her head. “No, you don’t have to.”
“I need to be inside you, Lucky—”
“I need that too.”
“We need… I don’t have a condom and—”
“I do.” Color floods her cheeks as she quickly explains, “Christina.”
“Well, thank you, Christina.” My fingers dig into her ass as I ghost my mouth over her shy smile. “You’re so damn beautiful, Fin. Even when I tried not to, I thought about fucking you every way there is. I swear I’ve dreamed it. So many times.”
Deep blues flutter up to mine. “You don’t have to dream anymore,” she whispers, tugging off my shirt she’s wearing. It floats to the floor as her arms cinch my shoulders and her mouth seals to mine.
We make it halfway down the hall before Eli’s door comes into view. Guilt doesn’t bite, but my feet stick to the wood for one beat too long.
“Do you dream about him too?”
“Yes.”
She smiles, breathing a sigh of relief at the truth. “So do I.”
A tender kiss seals her words over my lips. It’s slow and steady. Filled with so much yearning that my soul aches. The deeper it becomes, urgency takes over.
We’re nails and teeth and groans. We’re eating up each other’s desperation like it’s a tonic for our own. To the soul deep longing to be more to each other… to Eli. Closer. Deeper.
Neither of us comes up for air until I drop onto the edge of her bed and the last wisp of oxygen whooshes past the seal of our mouths.
With Finley straddling my hips, I shuffle to the middle of the mattress. Releasing the claw clip holding the messy bun atop her head, I shake out the messy waves I love.
“I’m not Eli, Fin. You know that, right?” My hands glide from her ass to her hips, banding her waist. “I’ll never be him.”
She exhales, thumb skimming my jaw, gaze soft and earnest. “Neither will I.” A shrug. “I don’t want you to be Elijah. Maybe he’s why we’re here, but I want you for you, Jayden.”
“And you still want him, too?”
I don’t know what I’m saying. It’s like speaking in a different tongue. Like somewhere in my head major wires have crossed or disconnected. Even though this new circuit makes no sense—it’s messy, doesn’t fit the general picture—Finley gets it. She gets it, and it works.
“Don’t you still want him?” she replies with a gnaw of her lip. When I nod, she smiles again. “I’m always going to want Elijah. I will always love him. But I… I feel things for you. Non-platonic things.”
“I think we’re miles past platonic, Fin.” Teasing the underbelly of her bare tits with my thumb, I press a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“Miles and miles,” she says, lifting her face at the same time as her hands find the hem of my t-shirt. With a tentative tug, she asks, “Can I?”
“You can do anything you want to me.”
In a slow move, Finley shifts up, rising onto her knees while she strips my shirt off. I can’t get enough of the feel of her supple tits rubbing over my chest.
As I dip my head to help her tug the t-shirt off completely, I nip at the swell of her breast.
A loud hum vibrates through her, echoing around us when her head falls back, offering me more skin, more flesh to latch on to while she quivers over me. The heat of her cunt ghosts over my aching cock. So fucking potent, my muscles clench too tight for comfort.
“Jayden,” Finley stutters. “So… so… g-good.”
Every roll of my lips on her nipples has her inching lower onto my hard dick. It takes all my restraint not to pull myself out of my shorts and yank her wet pussy down on me. To feel her bare heat squeeze around my girth.
Licking a wet trail to her throat, I buck up into her at the same time as Finley bears down on me.
“Good girl,” I choke out when she grinds deeper, her arousal soaking through my sweat shorts. “You’re so fucking hot taking what you need from me.”
“I need,” Finley blusters into my gaping mouth as I grip her waist tighter and press my covered dick between her folds. “I need you… inside… me…”
Gripping my shoulders, she stretches toward the bedside table. My pulse is pounding when she shimmies down my thighs to reach the drawer.
A few seconds later, she holds up a condom. As Finley lifts up onto her knees to readjust herself on my lap, I discard my shorts and take the rubber from her. I’m ripping the wrapper open when she grasps my hand.
“Can I do it?” She asks tentatively. “Will you teach me how to do it? How to put it on?”
My dick is so fucking hard it’s got a pulse of its own. Throbbing with the demand to have her. To feel her.
“Give me your hand,” I say. When she puts it in my palm, facing up, I tell her, “Spit.”
With a hitch to her breathing, Finley does as I instructed.
My pulse goes up a notch or two, punching into my chest as I say, “More. Like this…”
I spit into her hand.
“Oh my…” Finley sputters with an all-body shiver.
Her stare darts from me to her palm. The rise and fall of her chest deepens as I lift her hand closer to her mouth. “Your turn. Gimme some spit, baby.”
She does as I showed her. Cheeks hollowing when she pulls her saliva to the front of her mouth and spits it into her hand.
There’s enough that it dribbles down the lines of her palm onto my eager dick before I guide her hand down and wrap it along my length.
Squeezing tight when the sensation pulls a hiss from me.
Soft and warm and perfect.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I tell her while she watches me lube my cock with our combined spit. “Need to make sure it’s slick before you put the condom on. It… aaahmm… it stops it from splitting. Feels better too. For both of us.”
“Feels so hard,” Finley whispers, her hand moving on its own, squeezing.
“I am so hard.” I watch her work me over in slow, torturous strokes. “You make me this hard, Fin.”
“Me…”
Wrapping my hand around the top of her thigh, I pull her into me. Coaxing her to straddle me with a light slap to her ass. “You.”
I’m slick. My cock coated in our spit, and every jerk of her hand has my slit beading with precum.
“Take the condom now,” I tell her, pulling her hand off my dick with one last squeeze before I place the rubber in her hand and instruct her on how to roll it on.
As I watch her sheath me, my hands smooth over her thighs to her ass, ready to guide her to where I need her. Before I make a move, she’s sandwiching herself to me. Her chest to my chest. Her mouth to my mouth. Her groin to my groin.
My cock notches at her entrance as I shift higher up the bed, taking her with me.
“Hand,” I demand—my control quickly fraying with the heat of her pussy taking over my senses—as I take her hand and spit on the tips of her fingers before guiding it between her legs. “You’re going to make yourself so wet, you’ll drip all over my cock. Get me all slick for you.”
“Jayden…”
“Like this, baby,” is all I say, cupping the back of her hand with mine and pressing my fingers over hers, swirling them around her clit in easy circles.
Together, we slowly increase the pressure. Her hips are bucking. Pussy desperately seeking out the head of my cock as I stroke my length through her engorged folds.
Fin’s half-lidded stare flutters while I increase the tempo, guiding her palm to her clit so that her fingers cup my erection. Every time my tip connects with her sensitive nub, she rocks her hips faster.
I can't get enough of the sight of her coming undone for me. I can’t get enough of the confidence blossoming in her as I grip her hips with both hands and she continues working her pussy, stroking my cock through her soaking flesh.
“Jayden. Jayden… I can’t… I need…”
“Don’t stop, Fin. I want to watch you make yourself come all over my cock.”
She’s fucking incredible. This innocent creature, begging me to teach her. To corrupt her…
“It’s… I…” Choppy breaths cut through her garbled words.
Her whole body tightens with the desperate clench of her pussy.
“Jay-Jayden…”
“Don’t fucking stop, baby.”
My hands grip her hips tighter, holding her in place as her fingers frantically work over her clit. And as she sucks in a sharp breath, her body tensing on the precipice of her release, I thrust inside her.
One hard stroke, bottoming out through the resistant clench of her pussy.
“Jayden,” Finley screams over my guttural grunt. “JJ…”
“That’s it, beautiful, keep it coming,” I groan through the merciless choke of her cunt when I fuck harder and faster into her. “Gimme more, Fin.”
The faster I rut up into her, the deeper she takes me. I don’t know where either of us ends and the other begins. All I’m sure of is that I never want this to end.
I want to do this every day. Every morning. Every night.
“Fuck,” she cries, collapsing onto my chest, her body convulsing with the ferocity of her orgasm as it pulls mine from the deepest part of my core.
Everything coils so tight that my vision blurs with the frisson of heat that shoots through my body with every spurt of my cum into her hot pussy.
Fuck, the only thing that could make this better is filling her. Coating her. Marking her on the inside as my mouth and hands have on the outside.
“Oh wow…” Finley rasps as we lay a spent, sweaty heap on the bed, catching our breaths, basking in the afterglow of our release. “Wow...”
“Goddamn… that was… fuuuck…” I shift onto my side, allowing my sated cock to ease out of her when she shifts with me.
Her hair is everywhere. That delectable peachy scent tinged with the aroma of our fucking as she burrows into me. Our naked bodies tangle together while I comb my fingers through the knotted lengths.
It’s bliss.
“You need to curse more often,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “That ‘fuck’ sent me over the edge. That was it. It was the hottest. I was done.”
“It just… slipped out, rolled right off my tongue.”
“I like it.”
Deep blue eyes hold mine with the trembling caress of her fingers along my jaw. “I like you, Jayden Morrow.”
“So much, Finley-James.”
So much that I don’t care how messy we are, I can’t tear myself from her.