9. Margo
NINE
MARGO
This man is obscene.
He’s saying things to me no one else ever has before in the bedroom.
You can give me a little more .
Dirty slut .
Whore .
If a man called me those names out in the real world, I would smack him. In here, from Finn, they light a spark inside me. They make me want to get on all fours and stick out my ass. They make me want to have my hands tied behind my back so he can use me however he sees fit.
I know he doesn’t mean them. There isn’t any bark behind the bite. They’re part of the game we’re playing, the personas we’ve slipped into with the physical part of this newfound relationship, and I fucking love it.
I should be answering his question, but I’m too busy studying every inch of his body: the abdominal muscles, the tattoo across his ribs and the other just above his knee. His cock, straining thick and hard against his briefs, and the dampness coating his fingers from my arousal.
Another groan tumbles out of me at the sight of him.
He’s marvelous.
All man.
Perfect .
The most attractive person I’ve ever been with, and I know without a doubt he’s going to give me exactly what I want.
“What do your tattoos mean?” I ask, breaking the heavy intimacy cloaking the room.
He drums his fingers over the ink on his ribs and smiles. “This one says ‘they will run and not grow weary.’ It’s a verse from the Bible.”
I lift an eyebrow. “You’re religious? I hate to tell you, but based on current events, I think you’re headed to hell.”
“The opposite of religious, actually. Don’t believe in anything, but I like it for its semblance with racing and distance running. It’s motivation I carry with me all the time.”
“That’s poetic. What’s your other tattoo?”
“It’s Jeremy’s birthday.” He taps the faded Roman numerals. “Cheesy, I know, but I got it when I was young and a new dad. Despite fuckups and mistakes and all the things I’ve done wrong, being his parent will always be my greatest accomplishment.”
“Deep.” I trace over the letters across his ribs. “And here I was thinking all you had going for you were your festive sweaters.”
Finn laughs. “Don’t get your hopes up. I’m not sure I’ll get any better.”
“We’ll see about that.” I lift my chin and tip my head toward the window. “I want you to fuck me in here. So anyone can see. Your neighbor to the left was rude to me once, and he could use a show.”
“Fuck,” he mumbles, stepping back between my legs. His hands roam over my chest and down my thighs. He gently pushes two fingers inside me again, and I lean back on my elbows to give him more room. “You’re a goddamn vision.”
“Less talking. More fucking.”
“So fucking needy.” He swats at my ass with his left hand. I yelp at the sting, and he smooths over the mark with a gentle touch. “I’m going to grab a condom from my room. While I’m gone, I want you to get on the table. I’ll have a better angle there.”
“How do you want me? On my back? On my stomach? Can it hold my weight?”
“It’s not going to break. As for what position I want you in…” Finn trails off and tugs on my pigtail— hard —and I hiss. “Whatever is most comfortable for you. I’m going to have you four more times tonight, so this is just a warmup.”
“Four more, huh?” I laugh and lift my hips, watching his fingers disappear in my pussy. “You think you’re getting that lucky?”
“I don’t know. You’re the one soaking my hand because you’re so turned on. You tell me.”
We haven’t even fucked yet, but I can tell four more times isn’t going to be enough.
I’m pretty sure he’s ruined me for other men from that first fingering alone, and I’m scared to know how good he is in bed. It’s going to do something stupid to my brain chemistry, like make me never want to leave.
“Yes,” I breathe out, and he grins.
“I’ll be back.”
Before he goes, he cups my cheeks, and for the first time all night, he kisses me.
Finn tastes like beer and peppermint and a hint of my arousal, and I sink into the hot feeling of his mouth on mine and the swipe of his tongue. It’s delicious. Toe-curling. Sexy and sweet all at once, and I grab his shoulders, wanting more from him.
He pulls back far too quickly and creates distance between us. He adjusts his erection and walks away, leaving me breathless on the counter and missing him already.
I jump to the ground and shiver. The absent heat from his body is noticeable, and I eye the table. Climbing on the furniture, I decide on my back will be the best position. I want to see Finn when he fucks me, and I’ll have plenty of time to get on my hands and knees later.
Barely a minute passes before he returns, and he stops in the entryway when he finds me sitting on the wood.
“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious. The kitchen lights are less fluorescent and aggressive than the ones in my apartment, but I know my hair is a mess and my skin is probably splotchy. There’s sweat on my forehead, and I try to wipe it away. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t?—”
He walks to me and crosses the kitchen in three long strides. I can’t finish talking, because he cuts me off with another kiss. This one is more tender. Softer and sweeter and like holiday magic. I hum against his mouth, and he sighs, dragging his thumb down my jaw.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, and my heart skips a damn beat. Leaps to my throat and stays there when he kisses me again. “I’m glad I get to be here with you. I’m glad I get to be the one to take care of you.”
“Awfully romantic for a girl you met at the bar.”
“Come on. The medical tent was our first date, right? There were drinks. That counts. The bar was our second, and now we’re on our third. That’s typically when I turn on the charm.”
“I’ll always cherish the memories we had together. Best first date ever, if you ask me. If I’m not handed a Gatorade from now on, it’s going to be labeled as a disaster.” I reach down and trace up the length of his cock. His eyes shut, and I hum. “You tortured me, Finn. Maybe it’s time I torture you.”
“It would be worth it.” Finn blows out a heavy exhale and his breath ghosts over my skin. He rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth and his hand drops between my legs. “Still wet for me, baby?”
I usually hate pet names in bed. They make me cringe and roll my eyes, but like everything else tonight, it’s different with Finn.
There’s a hint of teasing behind it. A dash of reverence that tells me this might be a quick fling, something we’ll both forget about by the time the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve, but that there’s a world out there where it could’ve existed as something more substantial and profound.
“Check for yourself,” I say, but the words get tangled when he slowly pushes his fingers inside me. When he rests his other hand on my stomach and chuckles in some sly, sexy way as he drops his forehead against mine.
“Yeah, you are. Do you get this wet for other guys, Margo? Or is it just me?”
“Just you,” I tell him, and it’s the damn truth.
I’ve had orgasms. Guys have gotten me off. But I’ve never felt like this , like I’m simultaneously on top of the world but also rooted to him. Everything is magnified; his touch is electric. His words are poetic, and his mouth soothes every ache I’ve ever had.
It’s been a rush up to this point, and for as much as I want him to fuck me hard and rough, I want him to savor me too. To go slow, so I enjoy every second of bliss he’s going to bring me.
“Good answer.” Finn drops his hands away and strokes his cock. He slides the condom down his length and his eyes glint with excitement when he grabs the underside of my thighs and hauls me toward him. “You ready, Margo?”
I tip my head to the side and kiss him. My teeth bite at his lower lip and my tongue glides against his. He grunts and grips my legs even harder, the press of his fingers rough enough to leave behind marks I’m going to wear around like a trophy tomorrow.
“Fuck me, Finn,” I whisper, and he lines up with my entrance.
He runs the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing me, and I see how wet I am. I plant my hands on the table to stabilize myself and dig my nails into the wood as he rocks forward and buries the first half of his length inside me with a slick and easy glide.
“ Fuck ,” we say in unison.
My breath gets stuck behind my ribs. His head drops back and his throat bobs. A bead of sweat rolls down his arm, and I don’t know if I want him to move or stay still so I can get used to the stretch.
“ Jesus . How are you this fucking tight? I worked your cunt for ten minutes and it’s like you’ve never been touched.” Finn snaps his hips, and another inch of his long cock disappears inside me. I try to say something, but the words don’t come out. I’m so full , and he’s not even all the way in yet. “Perfect.” He thrusts again. “Fucking.” Another inch deeper. “Pussy.”
I swear I levitate off the table when he fully buries himself in me. The rush of pain is quick and fleeting before it subsides to something pleasurable. Something magnificent as our bodies join and there’s no space to know where he ends and I begin.
“Harder,” I gasp. I keep my eyes on his as he stares right back at me. “I can take more. I want more, Mr. Mathieson.”
I’ve never been into role-playing either, but drawing attention to the fact I shouldn’t be clenching around his cock while he’s balls deep in my pussy makes this whole situation even hotter. Makes me even wetter, and I palm his ass, urging him forward, as if the eight inches he’s fucking me with aren’t enough.
“Dirty girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Tell me, Margo. If I had been here when you and Jeremy were using my pool over the summer, would you have come and found me? Would you have slipped into my bedroom while your boyfriend was in the kitchen and showed off your body? Would you have taunted me with what I couldn’t have?” Finn twists my nipple, and I cry out. “Maybe this was your plan all along.”
It wasn’t.
Nothing about my time with him has been planned or calculated, but I wish it was. I imagine sneaking down the hall. Finding him in his room and locking the door behind me as I dropped to my knees and sucked him off, all while my piece of shit ex sat clueless mere feet away.
The fantasy is dirty and wrong. It turns impossibly filthy when I picture him spreading me out on his bed and going down on me, forcing me to be quiet with a large hand over my mouth so no one overhears the way he makes me feel so damn good .
“What are you thinking about?” Finn asks. “You just clenched around me. You’re almost milking my cock, Margo, so it must be fucking filthy.”
“You. And doing things we shouldn’t.”
“Like?”
“Like giving you a blow job with Jeremy in the other room,” I admit, and he touches my neck. Strokes his thumb down my throat, and I groan. “It’s a shame we only have tonight. That could’ve been fun.”
He slams into me, and I see stars. His movements turn unhinged, almost, and I imagine he’s losing his mind, just like I am. “I sure hope my neighbors are watching.”
A laugh sneaks out of me at the same time he presses on my clit with his thumb, and it drops to a strangled whine. “More,” I beg. “Want to come on your cock, Finn.”
“Am I doing this right, Margo?” Finn folds my knees to my chest and brings my legs together. He pulls out of me, and I squirm, empty without him. There’s a second of teasing. Of watching him drag his cock over the inside of my thighs, marking me with my arousal as he tuts and shakes his head. My skin burns at the indifference on his face, a man on a mission to make a mess of me. “Is this good enough for the woman who begged me to take her home?”
“Finn,” I pant.
He taps the head of his cock against my clit. When I try to open my knees so he can fuck me again, he gives my breast a light slap. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes. Yes . Of course it’s good enough,” I say, angry that he’s keeping me waiting. Angry at how badly I want him. Angry that I haven’t gotten a third orgasm yet. “Can you let me come, please?”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He drags his hands up my thigh and holds my legs open. “And only if you say my name when you do.”
I don’t have time to argue, because he’s filling me up again. Taking the space where he was before and pushing me to the brink of ecstasy with bruising and rough thrusts. I close my eyes and reach for it, the intense satisfaction of being thoroughly fucked building at the base of my spine.
Everything is a blur. I hear his grunts and feel his hands touching me everywhere he can reach. I can smell the peppermint on the tip of his tongue, and when he pinches my nipple, I fall apart.
I think I say Finn’s name. I’m not sure, because my body is weightless as he works me down from the orgasm that tears through me. I tremble and shake, my limbs tired and heavy when I finally open my eyes and blink up at him.
“Okay?” Finn asks, still hard and buried inside me.
“Yeah.” I swallow and take a deep breath. “Did you come?”
“Not yet. Wanted to get you there first.”
“Of course you did.” I circle my hips and he almost falls forward. “Oh, did you like that, Mr. Mathieson?”
“ Christ , Margo. Do that again. Please,” he says, and I grin.
“I like it when you beg.” I move my hips again, delighted when he puts one hand on the table. I wrap my legs around his waist and work up and down his cock, using the leverage from the table to get him nice and deep. “Are you going to come inside me?”
“Yes,” he hisses. “Just—right there. That’s?—”
Finn snaps his hips into mine as he loses himself. His own orgasm hits him and he groans, the sound masculine and sharp. His movements slow and his hold on me loosens until he’s folding his body over mine, looking thoroughly spent.
“Hey,” I whisper, and his eyes sparkle with glee. “You doing okay, old man?”
“I’m going to put you over my fucking knee later,” he warns me.
I grin. “Told you I wanted to be punished.”
“Christ.” He shakes his head. “I think you might kill me tonight.”
“There are worse ways to go, aren’t there?”
“Besides your pussy or with my hands on your ass? Definitely.” Finn grimaces and pulls his softening cock out of me. “Fucking hell. I could spend forever there.”
“Probably the most interesting compliment I’ve gotten, but I’ll take it.” I prop myself up on my elbows. “That was enjoyable.”
“Enjoyable,” he repeats with a laugh. “Better than terrible, I guess.”
“You know nothing about that was terrible.”
“Yeah.” His eyes meet mine, and he smiles. “I do know that.”
I clear my throat, not sure what comes next. We agreed this would be for the night, but that was before he fucked me. In the aftermath, I don’t know how he wants this to go.
“Do you… should I…” I trail off and wonder where my clothes ended up. “I can?—”
“The only place you’re going is the shower so I can clean you up before having you again.” Finn scoops me into his arms like I weigh absolutely nothing and walks us down the hall. “You’ve got a long night ahead of you, Margo.”