8. Finn
EIGHT
FINN
She nearly falls off the counter when she lifts her hips and shimmies her underwear down her legs. I take the pair from her and shove them in my pocket, wanting a souvenir when this is all said and done.
I have no clue what she does for work. I don’t know what her favorite food is or if she’s allergic to anything, but at least I have her thong.
Turns out, it’s not striped. It has candy canes all over it, and I fucking love the lacy thing.
When Margo touches the zipper of her skirt, I shake my head. I curl my fingers around her wrist and pull her hand away.
“Leave it on,” I tell her around a rasp. “I want to pretend like I caught you doing something you’re not supposed to be doing.”
Her hesitation changes to excitement as she plays with the hem of the pleated green fabric. She drags it up her thighs until I can see her pussy, and I forget my damn name.
Fuck , she’s pretty.
Bare and smooth and so fucking wet.
“Mr. Mathieson. What are you doing here?” Her legs snap closed, and I jerk my eyes to her face. I didn’t realize I was staring at her with my tongue out of my mouth. “You’re supposed to be in the living room.”
“Needed something to drink.” I point at the bottle of tequila, digging this improv role-play she’s leading. I want to pour her another shot. I want to watch the alcohol slip out of the corner of her mouth until it runs down her neck and settles between her tits. “What are you doing here?”
“Nothing.” The lilt in her voice is innocent. Her cheeks flush as she looks away from me. “I needed a minute alone.”
“To do what?” I ask. Her hand drops to the top of her thigh. Her fingers disappear under her skirt, and I’m greedily watching her. “Margo. Why are you in the kitchen?”
“I’m worked up, okay?” The innocent tone turns to frustration, and I know this isn’t an act. She is worked up, and I bet she’ll be fucking drenched when I push my fingers inside her. “The guy I came home with hasn’t touched me yet, and I’m going out of my mind. He mentioned something about treating me right, but I want him to fucking ruin me. Am I not hot enough? Maybe he likes blondes instead of redheads.”
“He sounds like an idiot. You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. You should ditch his ass.”
“Yeah.” Her mouth pulls up into a grin. “I should.”
I lift my chin. “Can I see? I could help.”
“Do you think you deserve to see?”
“I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want me to.”
“That’s exactly where a man belongs, but I’ll believe it when I see it. I bet you’re all talk.”
I snort and slide my hands down her shins. I drop to the floor, eye-level with her pussy. Her mouth parts, and I have her attention now. “You were saying?”
“Okay. You can see, Mr. Mathieson.” Slowly, in the most torturous ten seconds of my life, Margo lifts her skirt all the way up until it’s bunched at her waist. Until I’m taking in the sight of her and palming my dick over my jeans, hard as a rock. “What do you think?”
“Christ.” I grip her leg and scoot closer. My fingers drag across her entrance, and she is fucking drenched. “I’m thinking a lot of things. Mostly that I’m a lucky son of a bitch who gets to have this tight cunt all night.” Her legs open wider, and I grin. “You don’t have to worry about me not knowing what to do. I love to eat, Margo.”
I’ll fuck her later.
We have all night to get to that, and, honestly, sex itself is my least favorite part of being intimate with a woman. I love the buildup and the finger fucking. I love eating pussy. Working her up and taking it away until she’s screaming my name. The ass play and sucking on her tits.
I’m going to do it all.
Right now, I’m going to give her the quick orgasm she wants. She’s fucking begging for it, lifting her hips and grabbing the back of my head like she needs me.
“Then eat,” she challenges, and I love the fire she has in her.
I spread her pussy open with my thumbs and groan. She’s pink and wet and so goddamn perfect. Keeping my eyes on her, I lick a hot swipe over her entrance. I swirl my tongue over her clit and hum when she moans and arches her back.
“So sweet,” I murmur, and she tugs on my hair. “Wonder how fast I can make you come.”
“The more you talk, the slower I’ll be.”
“Guess I need to hurry up so I can keep that smart fucking mouth of yours shut.” I push a finger inside her, and she’s tight. Tighter than I thought she’d be, but fuck do I like the feel of her. “Open your legs a little more so I can get nice and deep. There you go. Doesn’t that feel much better?”
“ Shit ,” Margo pants. “How long are your goddamn fingers? Only my toy can reach there.”
“Put your feet on my shoulders and scoot to the edge of the counter. I won’t let you fall.” She moves, wiggling her ass until her cheeks hang over the ledge. I trace the shape of her curves with my free hand, and she lets out a shaky breath. “I didn’t hear anything about your ass on your list of limits. Can I fuck you there?”
“It’s been a while.” I hear the shift in her voice. How it cracks at the edges as she loses some of her power. “It would take a little to warm me up, but I like the sound of it.”
“Good thing I have all night with you.” I move back to her pussy. I give her clit a light slap and she jolts forward. “I’m not going to draw this out. I’m going to make you come, then I’m going to fuck you. Sound like a plan?”
Her laugh is light. “I knew you’d be chivalrous all the time. Even with your head between my legs, you’re a nice guy.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being nice. You’re going to benefit from it.” I add a second finger and kiss her knee when she exhales at the stretch. “You’re doing so well, Margo. So good.”
She’s easy to read. I can tell she likes praise, and I add it to the mental list of things I’ll do again when I’ve gotten to know her better.
Maybe I’ll wake her up in the middle of the night with my hands on her tits. Maybe she’ll suck me off when I’m delirious and half asleep.
The possibilities are endless.
I spend a few minutes inside her, learning the rhythm she likes and finding out she can take three of my fingers without batting an eye. She really loves when I curl them inside her. Her moans turn to quiet whimpers, my name a breathy plea when I alternate between my tongue and my hand.
Having a practically naked woman on my kitchen counter was not part of the plan when I left for the bar tonight, but I’m sure as shit grateful for this turn of events, because now I get to learn how wet she can get (very). What her hands feel like when they move from my hair to my neck (incredible). How sexy she sounds when she’s on the cusp of an orgasm and saying please repeatedly (indecently mind-blowing).
“Finn,” she whispers when I part her pussy with my tongue. “I’m going to?—”
“Come on my face? I really hope you will.”
“I’ve never—this is— fuck ,” she gasps. Her legs tremble and her knees press into the sides of my head as her orgasm hits her. “Oh my god.”
“You can give me a little more, can’t you?” I lap at her like I’ve been stranded in a desert for days. Feels like I have, because I’ve never been this turned on by eating a woman out. I’ve always enjoyed it, but there’s pre-cum on the head of my cock. I’m so fucking hard, and I can’t wait to sink into her when she stops shaking. “There you go, Margo. Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste every drop.”
Margo groans, and it echoes around us. I push my fingers inside her again and grin victoriously when I feel her fall apart a second time. She closes her eyes and her chest rises and falls like she’s been running for miles. I glance up and find one of her hands on her tits.
She’s pinching herself through the thin material of her bra, the dusty pink nipple hard and pointed as she rolls it between her fingers. I add that to the list of things she likes too and watch as she unhooks the bra and tosses it away so her tits can spill free.
“How are you—you are—” She blows out a breath. The pieces of her hair that sneaked out from her pigtails go flying. “Wow.”
“How did I do with knowing how to fuck you?” I drag my fingers through her slit, teasing her even though I doubt she can give me another. “Think you can walk straight?”
“There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to walk at all.” She stares down at me. Her skin is red and her eyes are glazed over. “Best fingering I’ve had in my life.”
“Who knew you were such a whore for taking off your clothes and getting on a kitchen counter for an older man?” I stand and yank on the zipper of her skirt, tugging the small scrap of clothing off until she’s completely naked in front of me. A sound falls from her mouth, and a quick look at her to check in shows me she’s pleased. Content with where this is going, and her smirk spurs me on. “Look at you. Stretched out. Wet. Still horny. That wasn’t enough, was it?”
“No.” Margo shakes her head. “I want you to fill me up. I want you to fuck me until I forget my name. Can you do that for me, Finn?”
“Fuck yeah, I can do that for you,” I almost growl. I unbutton my jeans and kick off the denim until I’m standing there in my briefs. “The question is if I should fuck you here so the neighbors you’ve probably met before could see or if we should do this in my room. What do you think, Margo? Where does the dirty slut want to ride her ex-boyfriend’s dad’s cock?”