Chapter 32
“Do you want anything to drink?” Aubrey asks softly.
I linger at the end of the island and watch her move around the kitchen. My hands are in my pockets, buried as deep as they go so I don’t use them to bend her over the counter.
“No.”
“I do,” she mutters.
Without looking at me, she snags a half-empty bottle of wine from the fridge and pulls away the cling wrap she put over the top. My lips twitch when she lifts it to her lips and starts drinking it straight from the bottle. Her throat moves with deep swallows, each one heavier than the last.
“What are you thinking about?”
She releases the bottle with a soft pop and licks her shiny lips. “You’ll need to be more specific.”
“Alright.” I pull my tense fingers from my pockets and lower them to the island, holding the waterfall edge. “You’re nervous.”
“You’re not?” She calls my bluff.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Don’t talk in riddles, Finn.”
My elbows straighten when I lean forward and spread my arms. “We don’t need to do this. If you’re not ready, I’ll sleep on the couch. Or I can go home. Make whichever call you need to, Bree.”
“You think I don’t want to do this?”
I eye the empty bottle of wine. “I’m making a guess based on the evidence in front of me. You look terrified.”
“I’m not terrified,” she says with a heavy laugh.
Head shaking, she discards the bottle on the countertop and pulls her hair back.
She’s pink from her chest to her ears, and I’m curious where else she’s blushing.
Those skin-tight leather pants hide so, so much of her from me.
I want to cut them off with the bedazzled scissors in the knife block behind her.
“Then tell me how you’re feeling,” I encourage before clearing my throat, hearing how rough I sound.
“We’ve known each other for two decades, Finn,” she starts, voice dipping. I stare at her fingers when they move to the hem of her sheer top and start inching it up her stomach. “How is it that you can’t tell when I’m horny?”
My cock throbs against my zipper, straining in my briefs. “You are?”
“How can you not notice?”
She pulls the fabric over her head and sets it down on the counter.
Her hair falls over her shoulders and drips down her arms and chest. The black tube top still wrapped tight around her breasts makes my fingers twitch with the urge to rip it off next.
Her inhale stretches the tight material, and my eyes strain to see if her nipples are hard beneath it.
“You’re too far away,” I say, nearly whimpering.
Her lips quirk. With a confident lift of her chin, she runs her nails along the edge of the island and starts my way, hips swaying.
I hold myself still, but my knuckles turn white as I grip the countertop so tight I fear the marble will crumble.
There’s a burn in my lungs from how shallow I’m keeping my breaths, too terrified to spook her.
I feast on the sight of her so close to me.
Her bare stomach fit with the tiny blue gem above her belly button that glitters in the low kitchen light, and the swells of her cleavage bursting above the black top.
I’m dragging my gaze down past the belly piercing and to the waist of her pants, glaring at it.
It’s a crime to have those curves hidden anywhere that isn’t beneath my hands.
“Is this better?” she asks, breathless, close enough that I can smell her perfume.
“No.”
I take one step forward and slide my arm behind her. With a tug, I have her stumbling into my chest and then into my arms. I set her on the island, grip her knees, and spread them wide. She sucks a sharp inhale in through her parted lips.
“That’s better,” I rasp before cupping her face and pulling her toward me.
She bends closer and grabs the side of my shirt in a tight fist. Her eyes are wide, pupils expanding when she says, “I want you. I want you to have me, Finn. All of me.”
“You’re already mine.”
I kiss her so hard my lips ache. She moans, and I swallow it, letting it rumble through me.
Her touch is rough, desperate when she starts shoving my shirt up my chest and paws at the bare skin beneath it.
I grip her hair and tug just enough to guide her backward, creating more space for her to work.
A hiss escapes me. The scratch of her nails between my abs shoots lightning to my cock, and I twirl her hair around my knuckles. “So violent, baby.”
She blows out a rough breath and takes my lip between her teeth before sucking it into her mouth. I run my knuckles down past her shoulders and to the swell of her tits, following the shape to the crack between them. Goosebumps awaken beneath my touch, and she sucks my lip harder, almost punishing.
It’s too easy to pinch the fabric of her top and pull it down.
There’s nothing beneath it. Once it’s out of the way, her tits fall out, and I cup the left one, massaging it in my hand.
The hard press of her nipple against my skin doesn’t escape me, but I ignore it for a bit longer.
I pull my lip from her mouth and replace it with my tongue instead.
She arches into my touch, keening softly. “Finn.”
I squeeze my hand, fingers pressing deeper into her soft flesh before easing off and brushing my thumb across her nipple. She jerks in response, mouth breaking away. Dipping my gaze, I repeat the motion, and her nipple tightens, hardening further.
“Are they sensitive?” I murmur, tilting her head to the side. My forehead presses to her throat as I continue watching my touch.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Her head drops back on its own when I begin to pinch her nipple and slowly roll it between my fingers. Her breathing speeds up, growing frantic. My chest is as tight as my groin when I lower my head and run my tongue over the deep red peak. She holds me in place, as if I had plans of stopping.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, pressing herself into my mouth.
I pull her nipple between my lips and suck, letting my tongue flick it every few beats. Releasing her hair, I grip her other tit and alternate, bringing my mouth to the untouched skin. Her thighs spread wider before one knee hooks around my back and tries to pull me in.
“Tell me what you want. What you like,” I demand, sucking sharply.
She swallows, head hanging behind her shoulders as she steadies herself with a hand on the counter. “Take off your shirt.”
“You’re not even looking at me, sweetheart.”
“I don’t need to be to touch you,” she counters, running her eyes over my face.
Pulling back, I reach behind my head and tug my shirt off. It falls to the floor at the same time I sink my teeth into the top of her breast. It’s soft, teasing, but draws a low, needy whine up her throat.
Without releasing her, I pop open the button on her pants. Her stomach caves when she inhales and lifts her head, staring at where I’m working the zipper down. I flick my eyes up her body and search the deep blue of hers for any sign that she wants me to stop.
She realizes what I’m doing and nods, giving me what I need.
The moment I have her pants undone, she starts pushing them down her hips. I take her hands and bring them behind her back before resting a hand on her sternum and guiding her to lie back. She sucks on her cheek and follows the silent command, draping herself over the marble.
When I release her hands and take over for her, she lifts her hips so I can slide the leather the rest of the way down.
I run a finger along the arch of her foot, listening to the catch in her breath.
It grows more frantic when I glide my hands up her shins and around her knees.
She’s so soft, her skin smooth and hairless.
The slight indents on her inner thighs draw my eyes when I feel them.
They’re lines that are nearly silver in colour, invisible unless you’re searching for them.
“You’re beautiful.”
I hear her throat pull with a swallow. “You think so?”
“Mm. The most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. Everywhere.”
I lower myself to run my mouth across her thigh, leaving soft kisses over those marks.
She tries to draw them shut, but I shake my head and pull them open, guiding her knees closer to her chest. It’s so easy to move her closer, the bunched material of her tube top helping her slide along the marble.
“Do you want to keep going?” I murmur, bringing my face higher.
Her scent draws me closer, until I can feel the heat from her pussy. I pause, waiting for her words, even as my fingers tease the soft lace of her panties at her hip.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I turn my head and press my mouth to the wet fabric. Sucking, I take my first taste of her and fist her panties with a dark groan. My tongue flattens over the shape of her, and I glide it up and down.
She tries to straighten her legs and presses up against my mouth. “More.”
I’m too weak to ignore her. To tease and make her beg. That’s not who I am, and it isn’t who I need to be with Aubrey. If she asked, I’d beg for her. On my knees or with my hands tied behind my back. Whatever she needs.
Without a second thought, I shift my hand and tug her panties aside, baring her. My mouth is so close—I don’t waste a second. My tongue parts her lips and glides through her wetness before I give myself a moment to look at her. I can do that later. When I’ve made her come and drank every drop.
“Shit!”
Aubrey tries to jerk off the island, but I shake my head and run my tongue over her clit. She gets one leg straightened and presses her thigh to my cheek, trying to draw me closer. It’s impossible, but I let her attempt it, not planning on retreating anytime soon.
I’m hungry. Fucking famished, and the only thing that will sustain me is this glistening pussy.
“Jesus,” I murmur, digging deeper and wiggling my tongue into her tight opening.
Her moans fill the kitchen, leaving imprints in my mind that will be engrained in me forever. I trail a hand up her body and pinch her nipple, rolling it as I suck on her swollen clit. Her sweetness drips down my chin and onto the marble, making me grin against her.
“How many times have you wanted me right here, Aubrey?” I ask lowly, making sure she can feel the rumble of the words.
“Too many. I’m—It’s better than I thought it would be.”
I lash my tongue over her clit and hum in agreement. It’s so easy to glide a finger inside of her. She spreads eagerly around me, so wet that I can add a second soon after. Her chest arches up and away from the island as she whines and clenches tight around my knuckles.
“You’re going to come on my face, baby. I want you dripping down my chest before I take you to your room and fuck you,” I groan, beginning to move my fingers in and out.
The mess she’s making doesn’t help ease the discomfort in my groin. I’m throbbing and wet with precum, making my briefs stick to me awkwardly.
I move faster, distracting myself with the taste of her pussy.
She slaps a hand to the island and brings the other to my hair, digging her fingers in it.
Curling my fingers, I tap her top wall and lap at her clit, pushing her closer to the climax I can feel building.
Her gasped breaths are followed by soft whimpers that grow frantic, desperate.
“That’s it,” I rasp, unrelenting in my movements. “Let me give this to you. You deserve it. You’re so good for me. I want to feel you come so bad, Aubrey. Please. Please come for me.”
My eyes shut in pleasure when I feel her clamp down around me, but I force them open so I can watch her break.
She pushes up on her elbows and stares down at me with her puffy lips parted around words that grow lost between her soft sounds of pleasure.
There’s no stopping me from making her come. Right now, it’s all I want.
And when she falls back to the island and squeezes my head between her thighs, she gives it to me.
“Fuck, Finn!” she cries.
My scalp burns from how hard she pulls my hair, but I ignore that, working her through her orgasm until she’s too sensitive.
The flutter of her pussy follows my fingers when I ease them out and suck them clean.
My mouth is soaked, but I can’t be bothered to wipe it off before pushing up her body and kissing her.
She doesn’t care that she’s tasting herself. Her lips move against mine with an urgency that tells me she’s far from done, and I don’t waste another second before scooping her into my arms and carrying her through the condo.
We’ve only just gotten started.