16. Finn
SIXTEEN
FINN
Keeping my hands to myself in the shower is a goddamn feat.
It’s nearly impossible to concentrate on anything besides the water running down Margo’s tits or the way her skin turns a pretty shade of pink from the steam surrounding us. I’m distracted by her long legs and the flex of her muscles when I drop to my knees and run the bar of soap up over her calves, but I survive.
Barely.
When she’s clean and no longer shivering, I lead her to my room and help her onto the mattress.
“I forgot how soft your bed is.” She sighs and gets comfortable on her stomach. Her wet hair sticks to her bare back, and I straddle her, dropping a kiss on her neck. “Are you sure you want to give me a massage when you could be fucking me? That sounds a lot more fun.”
“If you can be patient, we’ll get there. This isn’t an either-or thing. I can take care of you and fuck you.” I rub her shoulders, and she lets out a long groan. “Your muscles are stiff, and the only way to recover and feel better is to get them loose and relaxed.”
“It hurts, but it also feels so damn good.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” My thumbs dig into the soft skin of her neck, and she turns quiet under me. “Some people think the most important part of exercise is the exercise, but they’re wrong. It’s the recovery. And you, my friend, are carrying too much tension to consider yourself recovered.”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me your friend.” Margo groans again when I apply an extra push of pressure with my thumbs. “Are we BFFs now?”
“Isn’t that the natural progression? We fuck first, then we’re friends after?”
“Do you fuck a lot of your friends?”
I laugh. “Can’t say I do.”
“We can be friends,” she mumbles. “Or fuck buddies. Whatever you want to call it, but only if you don’t judge me for drooling. My god. That feels so good.”
I like the idea of fuck buddies. That means I could have her again and again until I had my fill. The only problem is, I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill of her. She’s too damn sexy. Too damn alluring, and every time I’m with her, I want to learn more about her. I want to find a way to keep her around a little while longer, which is crazy.
No one should feel this way after only hanging out two or three times, but here I am.
Fucking desperate for more of Margo Andrews and willing to do whatever I have to do to make that happen.
“It’s a judgment-free zone. I promise,” I assure her, moving my palms down and kneading her spine. It’s easy to find the knots in her back, and there’s a particularly nasty one on the left side of her body, below her shoulder blade. I press into it firmly, and it’s embarrassing how hard I get when she moans. “Exhale for me, Margo. There you go. How does that feel?”
“You have magic hands.” Her words slur and her eyes flutter closed. She’s limp and pliant beneath me, and I leave another kiss on her shoulder. “Can you keep going?”
“I could do this all day.”
I take my time and do my best to work out all the kinks I find. When I reach her ass, I rub my thumb along the curve of her cheeks. Her legs part, spreading open on the sheets, and I graze my fingers over her pussy to find her wet.
“ Oh ,” she breathes out. Her thighs shift wider and she lifts her hips off the bed. I take advantage of the new angle and part her with my thumbs, holding her open so I can see what I’ve missed out on the last few days. “I’ve never had a massage like this.”
I wonder what she’d look like full of my cum. I wonder what it would look like dripping down her thigh. I’m always smart when I have sex with someone; protection is a necessity and nonnegotiable, but I’m close to throwing that rule out the window. I’m close to asking her if I could fuck her without a condom, just so I can watch my release leak out of her greedy cunt.
“Do you like it?” I rasp, moving over her entrance again and teasing her for a handful of seconds before I move lower to her hamstrings. She whimpers, and I’m not sure if it’s from wanting me to slip my fingers inside her or from the pain. “Or should I stop?”
“More,” she almost pants, and I increase the pressure. She buries her face in the pillows, a moan working its way up her throat. “God, that feels so good.”
I glance down and stare at her with wonder as she lifts her hips then relaxes them against the comforter. She rubs against the navy-blue duvet before lifting again, and I realize she’s getting herself off. Using the sheets as a toy, and that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I really only wanted to take care of you,” I say low in her ear. I reach for the bedside table and grab a condom from the box I put there in a fit of optimism thinking I might see her again one day down the road. “I promise I didn’t have any ulterior motives.”
“Somehow—” Margo’s sigh turns into a soft laugh when she rolls her hips. I know she’s going to leave a stain on the fabric, but I don’t care. I’ll be able to smell her cum after she’s gone. Maybe I’ll jerk off on the same spot so I can pretend like I’m fucking her without a condom between us. “I don’t believe you.”
“Look at the one who has ulterior motives. You’re fucking yourself, aren’t you? You don’t need me.” I open the condom and roll it down my length. I spit in my hand and rub my shaft to cover it with the moisture. “But I think you want me, Margo.”
I drag the head of my cock through her pussy lips. I’m only teasing her, not fully sinking inside her tight cunt yet. I want her to work for it. I want to rile her up and hear her beg.
Margo gasps and lifts her hips, trying to sink back on my dick. I hold her waist and bring my hand down, smacking her ass and watching her skin turn a rosy red.
“ Fuck ,” she draws out, and desperation clings to the word. “Finn. Can you—I’ve had?—”
“Is this what you want?” I wrap my hand in her hair and give her neck a gentle tug. She arches off the bed and she gasps when I finally push inside her. She’s tighter than she was the other day, not stretched out from my fingers or the Christmas tree ornament, and I almost blow my load right there. “It is, isn’t it? God, Margo. You take my cock so well.”
I pull out of her so we can adjust our positions. She pushes up on all fours and glances at me over her shoulder. Her eyes bounce to where we’re joined, and she licks her lips. Slowly, in some magnificent form of nirvana that is her cunt, she rocks her hips back until I’m buried all the way to the hilt.
“Fill me up, Finn,” she says, and my name is like a goddamn siren song. I’m useless when she reaches between her legs and starts to touch her clit. “Stuff me with your cock.”
Fuck .
I’ve been with vocal women before, but never with someone like this.
She’s so sure of herself, and the words flow seamlessly out of her like she’s been waiting years to finally say them.
“Jesus Christ.” I stare at the ceiling, needing to break eye contact out of fear I’ll finish in five seconds. “You’re doing so well, Margo. Taking all of me like the good girl you are.”
That spurs her on, and she slams onto my cock. The bed shakes and I grab her hips, needing something to hold while she fucks me within an inch of my life. I swear the way my body reacts to her is like an acid trip; I can’t remember anything. My tongue is heavy in my mouth and I can’t speak. I need more and more and more , a goddamn addiction I don’t want to stay away from.
“Are you going to come inside me?” she asks, and it’s breathless. Like she’s hanging on by a thread, just like I am. “I hope you are, because I really want to come on your cock.”
I don’t stand a chance when she grabs my hand and leads me to her chest so I can pinch her nipples. My orgasm rears into me and I grind my teeth. I fill the condom with my release and pulse inside her, her pussy walls fluttering around me as she comes, too.
“Holy hell,” Margo sighs. She leans forward and collapses on the bed, causing me to slip out of her. “No one has made me orgasm like that before.”
“Boys, remember?” I flop onto the mattress next to her. “I think you killed me. I got through the run just fine this morning, so it makes sense I’d meet my demise with your pussy.”
She laughs and turns on her side to face me. “I wish I could’ve seen you finish.”
“Did you miss it when I came inside you two minutes ago? We can record it the next go around if you want to watch it back.”
“I’d be down, but I was talking about the race this morning. You’ve seen me finish twice, and I haven’t gotten a chance to watch you.”
I hum and rest my arm over her hips. “There will be more races. I’m sure you’ll see me at another one.”
Margo pauses, and I wonder what she’s thinking. It looks like her mind is going a million miles per hour. “This was supposed to be a one-night thing, and it’s turned into a two-night thing. Or, a night-and-a-half thing,”
“I guess fate had other ideas when it came to us.”
“What—” She scoots closer, and I pull her against me so we’re chest to chest. “It’s just sex, right?”
I weigh her question.
It’s insane to think because we barely know each other, but I could see myself spending more time with her. Going on a date or two or three. I could get to know her better, and from what I’ve seen so far, that could be a lot of fun.
“I think our first night together was just sex,” I say carefully. “But I’m an open-minded guy. Are you interested in a relationship right now?”
Margo frowns, and I smooth over the line of wrinkles on her forehead with my thumb. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I like you. You’re a good guy, but when you add in the age difference between us, it feels like sex is the only logical answer.”
“It’s not that big of an age difference.”
“Sixteen years is a long time, buddy. You’ve done the parenting thing already, and I might want that one day. You own your home. I rent. You know exactly who you are as a person, and I’m still trying to figure that out. Why waste each other’s time if we’re not on the same page?”
“How about this? We spend the last week before Christmas hanging out and getting to know each other outside the bedroom. Then we can decide what we want to do going forward. If that’s just sex, fine. If it’s nothing at all, that’s okay too. Let’s not complicate anything before we figure out what this is.”
My heart races in my chest, and I’m nervous to be saying this to her. It’s like I’m clinging to any possibility of keeping her around, even if it means prolonging the inevitable moment we decide to go separate ways.
“One more week?” she asks, and I nod. “I’d like that.”
I grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Her smile is shy and reserved. I haven’t seen this side of her before, and she blushes before burying her face in her hands. “Do we get to keep having sex?”
“Oh, yeah.” I pull away from her and scoot down the mattress. I take off the used condom and tie it in a knot, settling between her legs. “I’m going to learn your middle name, but we’re also definitely going to keep having sex. Get comfortable, Margo. I’m just getting started with you.”