Chapter 33
Finn drops me on the bed, and I crawl backward, making room for him to join.
It’s a king with silk sheets and the heaviest duvet I could find.
I wanted this space to feel luxurious for the same reasons that I spent too much of my salary on designer lingerie and robes with lace on the sleeves.
There are certain aspects of my life that I like to keep to myself.
In a career like mine, where I’m forced to interact with some of the most pathetic men to have graced this earth, I enjoy spoiling myself with things that I know they’ll never see.
Matching bras and panties and sheets that cost more than the computer in my office are what I buy just for myself because I haven’t had anyone to show them to in years. But that’s changed quickly. Suddenly, Finn’s staring at my panties and touching my sheets, and I’m excited by that change.
I want to wake up tomorrow and have my fluffy pillows smell like his cologne, knowing that he was the one who stripped me of the lingerie I wear as armour every time I leave this condo and step into work.
My crown brushes the headboard. I steady myself, sucking in a sharp breath. He hesitates at the end of the mattress, stalling, maybe. I run my eyes up the length of his body three times as I use trembling hands to push my damp hair out of my face, suddenly sweating.
I’m still slick, sensitive as I curl my toes in the air and press my heels into the comforter, unsure what to do next.
The majority of my sexual encounters have been led by me because I don’t trust leaving my pleasure in the hands of a man.
If I don’t go for what I want and take what I need, then I won’t get it.
I’ll be used and discarded after whoever was with me has gotten off and has had his pride renewed despite failing miserably.
But that hasn’t been the case tonight.
It’s been the opposite. And I don’t know what to do next besides beg him to keep going.
The bulge in Finn’s jeans is impossible to ignore.
He looks bigger than usual, with his shoulders heaving and pulled back while he shoves a hand through his messy hair.
His abdominal muscles are flexing without him trying, and I itch with the desire to lick each one, from the V at his hips up to the thick ridges at his sides.
Without looking away from me, he brings his palm down his face and pushes his fingers into his mouth, sucking softly.
My vision goes fuzzy when I realize he’s tasting what’s left of my cum.
“Do you want to stop?” I whisper.
Needing the fabric off, I wiggle my panties down my legs and toss them aside. I can feel the arousal drip down my pussy and onto the bed.
He removes his fingers and follows the trail, licking his lips. “No. Do you?”
“Please don’t.”
I moan when he rips off his jeans and boxer briefs in one frantic movement.
There’s nothing nervous about the way he wraps his fingers around his bare cock and strokes twice before forcing himself to stop, jaw clenching.
My stomach tightens to the point of pain when I stare at his naked body for the first time, all for me. Only me.
His dick is huge, which I already knew from the pictures we’ve exchanged.
But seeing it like this is different. It’s real.
He’s actually that thick and long, but with an angry red crown that’s glistening in a way I couldn’t see in the pictures.
The long vein that runs up the underside is new, and my mouth waters when I decide I’m going to follow it with my tongue.
Finn digs a knee into the bed at the same time I push up onto my hands and knees. His pupils expand, swallowing the blue-grey as he watches me crawl toward him. He sucks in when I tip my head back and stare up through my lashes.
“What are you doing?”
I swallow my nerves and wrap a hand around his cock, touching it softly. My fingers barely touch as I guide it toward my mouth and run it across my closed lips. His cum stains my mouth, and I dart my tongue out to lick it off, my lashes fluttering.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I murmur before slipping the tip into my mouth.
His taste fills my mind, and I shut my eyes as I suck, working more of him inside.
I run my tongue over the slit before flattening it and guiding his cock along the length, moaning when he throbs, precum dripping.
He digs his fingers into my hair and bunches it in his fists before massaging my scalp and jerking his hips.
It’s a barely there movement, but I know what he wants.
Drool pools on my tongue when I pull back and suck loudly on the head before sliding back down.
I reach behind him and grip the back of his thigh to gain more leverage, then push further, bringing him to the back of my throat.
With a gag, I retreat and repeat the movement. I wish I could take it all.
“You’re so beautiful,” he praises, voice strained. “That feels so good, baby. Don’t stop. Suck my cock just like that . . . shit, Bree.”
His words encourage me to keep going. My nails dig deep into his thigh as I move, my head bobbing faster, drool leaking from the corners of my spread lips.
The pinch in my cheeks doesn’t slow me down.
I’m rubbing my thighs together now, unable to ease the endless emptiness in my core.
My arousal coats my skin as I throb and ache but don’t stop.
“That’s enough—I don’t want to come in your mouth,” Finn rasps before pulling me off him and easing me onto my back.
I dry my mouth with the back of my hand and wait, my heart racing as I catch my breath. His taste lingers, teasing me. I reach for him the moment he kneels between my legs and hovers over me. He kisses me eagerly, his tongue swiping across my lip and dipping inside, tangling with mine.
His wet cock presses to my belly, still slick with my spit. I run my hand down his spine and to one of the dimples above his ass, tracing over it as he lowers his mouth to my throat and sucks. Arching my neck, I moan and palm his head, yanking his hair.
“Get inside of me,” I plead, hips lifting beneath him. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He nods, lips parted as he grips himself and drags his tip through my slit. “I need a condom.”
It bumps my clit, and I cry out, shaking my head.
He repeats the motion, dragging my slick over my needy pussy.
My eyes roll back as I mewl and tighten my hold on his hair, hoping I’m not hurting him but unable to let go.
His cock spreads my entrance and presses in barely an inch before retreating and moving over my clit again.
“No you don’t,” I whine, hooking my leg around his hip. “Not unless you’ve been with someone recently.”
My stomach drops. Has he? We haven’t talked about it. He hasn’t mentioned anyone in a few months, but maybe—
“I haven’t. And I’ve been tested. There’s no one else.” His eyes are so dark when they hold mine, but still warm, still him. “There won’t be anyone else for me ever.”
Tears prick my eyes. “I’m on the shot. And there’s . . . there’s nobody else for me, either.”
“You’re mine,” he breathes out, almost too softly for me to hear.
I nod and cup his cheek, bringing his lips back down.
Our mouths meet in a ghost of a kiss, our breaths mixing as he shifts.
Neither of us dares to look away from each other when his cock settles at my entrance and he pushes in.
My face scrunches at the stretch, my eyes threatening to close as I hold my breath.
“Watch me. Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me when I fuck you for the first time, Aubrey. You can do that for me,” he says firmly, strained. “Good girl. Shit, you’re tight. I need to . . . need to stretch you.”
“Yes—yes, Finn. Oh, God . . .” I watch his nostrils flare and feel the force of his exhale when he pushes the rest of the way in, bottoming out.
“Tell me I can move,” he pants, smashing his mouth to mine just once before pulling back. “Are you okay?”
I swallow and nod, clenching around the sudden fullness. “Move. I need you.”
His biceps ripple when he lifts himself onto his hand and grips the headboard behind me with the other.
The weight of his gaze on my face intensifies the pleasure burning inside of me when he begins to move, pulling out slowly and working back in.
The sting of the stretch soothes after a few strokes, making room for the bliss that follows.
He speeds up when I relax beneath him and grab his hips, needing to feel more of him.
“You feel so good,” he grunts, sweat making his chest glisten. “You’re dripping. It’s all for me.”
He’s so deep inside, finding places that I didn’t know existed.
Every drive of his hips sends me closer to the ledge.
I can’t speak, can barely breathe as he moves with confidence, driven by pure need.
My hands move over his body as I palm his pecs and grip his arms. I scratch my nails down his side and over his firm, round ass.
I can’t stop touching him, exploring his outside the way I’ve learned and mastered the inside.
His thrusts quicken, growing harder when I start rubbing my clit, unable to help myself. I mumble a plea for him to keep going and strain to keep my eyes open when he hits a place so deep my vision blurs. My lungs pinch and refuse to accept air as my climax comes out of nowhere and hits me hard.
I cry out and curl both my legs around his waist, urging him to keep going—
“Can I come inside of you?” he asks, his voice sounding faraway. I moan louder, my muscles contracting tighter. “Aubrey—Aubrey, fuck! Tell me to pull out if you don’t want me to come in you . . . please.”
I tighten my legs around his waist and keep him buried inside of me as I nod, too delirious to form words.
He groans, low and dirty, and throws his head back.
His throat tightens when I feel him pump his hips harder than before and then still, jerking.
Heat blooms inside of me when his cock throbs, and I smile loopily as he comes.
My hands run softly up his back and over his shoulders before finding his face, holding his cheeks. He turns his head and kisses my palm. I let my legs fall from his waist and shift on the mattress when my thighs begin to ache as my muscles go lax.
“That was . . . okay? Should I have pulled out anyway?” His voice rumbles against my hand before he takes both and brings them to rest against his chest, rubbing them into his sternum.
I swallow to clear my throat. “It was perfect.”
“Perfect? That’s high praise, baby.”
“Do you not agree?” I arch a brow when he drops his head and kisses my nose.
“Oh, I agree. But I didn’t want to sound cocky.”
His smirk says otherwise. It’s the sexy “I know I’m great in bed” look that on any guy other than Finn would be enough to have me kicking him out of bed. But with him, it has me fluttering around him, somehow not ready to be finished.
His lips curl higher. “You’re putting a lot of confidence into my rebound ability.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought since you’re still as hard as a rock, that meant you were up to going again, but if I was wrong—”
A loud laugh tears free when he slides out and flips me onto my stomach. I’m grinning into the mattress when he slides an arm beneath me and hikes me up onto my knees. My chest cracks open and my heart leaps when he leans over my back and softly guides my hair over my shoulders and around his fist.
“You weren’t wrong,” he states against my throat.
My scalp tingles when he tugs my head back and guides his cock into me with one stroke. The fullness steals my voice as I gasp and go tight as a bowstring.
“We’re nowhere close to done, Aubrey.”