20. Margo
TWENTY
MARGO
I have a feeling I’m going to be in big trouble when Jeremy leaves, but I’m having way too much fun to care.
Damn the consequences.
I hate having to hear my ex’s grating voice. It takes me back to when I walked in on him and my co-worker and I had to listen to him try to explain himself.
For as much apologizing as he did in the moment, he never texted or called me after to try to get me back.
Funny how things work out.
With one hand on the toy, I run my other over Finn’s hard length. I rub him through his jeans, and I can tell by the way his thighs flex and he scoots closer to the desk, caging me in, that he likes it.
“Work is good. It’s always chaotic this time of year. Everyone wants to surprise their significant other with a new car, even though they’re probably going to drive it back to the dealership the day after Christmas,” Jeremy says.
I push onto my knees and let the toy fall out of my grasp. The rug muffles the sound of silicone hitting the hardwood floor. I turn my attention to Finn and use both hands to unzip his jeans all the way. I dance my fingers along his lower stomach and I’m delighted to learn he’s not wearing any underwear.
I smirk and touch his cock, springing it free from his pants. Having been someone who sat in the chair Jeremy is in, I know there’s no way he’ll be able to see anything; the dual computer screens and microphones hide most of Finn’s body from view, and the last bit he could see is hidden all the way under the desk.
It’s safe to do whatever I want.
Feeling bold and reckless, I take Finn in my hands. I rub my thumb along the slit on the head of his cock, grinning when I find pre-cum there.
I like a lot of things about him, but one of my favorites is how easy it is to tell he’s into me. He gets hard when I touch him. His eyes heat and he tracks my movements. He has to curl his hands into fists to actively stop himself from touching me sometimes, and for a girl who likes to know she’s wanted, there hasn’t been a second of doubt since I stumbled into bed with him.
Like right now. He reaches for me. His fingers dance down the line of my jaw and move to my hair, stroking the strands in the most reverent way. But then he yanks , his intentions clear, and I decide I’d like to play this game every day.
Finn and Jeremy are still talking. I hear something about horsepower and four-wheel drive, but I don’t pay them any attention. My focus is on making the man in front of me feel as good as he’s made me feel.
I stroke his cock up and down, wishing I could find an angle where I could take him in my mouth. Knocking my head against the desk and my ex finding out I’m jerking off his dad is not on my list of things I want to accomplish today, so I stick with my hands.
I’m slow and teasing, increasing the pressure and pace with every new question Finn answers. The vein on his forearm tucked under the desk is almost popping out of his skin, and I hold back a laugh when he folds his hand over mine, asking for more.
“I need to get back to work,” Finn says, and it’s strained. Like he’s fighting an uphill battle he knows he’s going to lose. “But I’ll see you in a few days at Christmas, bud.”
“Okay.” There’s a creak of a chair, and I wish I knew what was going on. Is Jeremy walking to this side of the desk to give him a hug? Is he already halfway out of the door? “Are you sure you’re okay, Dad? Your face is flushed. Mom will kill you if you come over and get the twins sick.”
“I— shit ,” he curses when I lean forward and lick up his length. I’m going to have a crick in my neck for days, but it’s worth it for that reaction. “I just need some sleep. I’m fine. I promise.”
“If you say so. Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, kid,” Finn says, and footsteps retreat from the room. “Lock up when you leave, please.”
“No problem,” Jeremy calls out.
Not more than two seconds after the front door closes, I’m being pulled to my feet and put on the cool wood of the desk. My underwear is being ripped and my bra is unhooked. A microphone crashes to the floor, and Finn’s mouth is on mine. Warm, bruising, he kisses me like he’s claiming me, and in a way, I wonder if he is.
“You fucking tease.” He bites my neck and pinches my nipples, the dual sensations causing heat to race through my body. “I almost came in my pants in front of my son .”
“It’s a shame you didn’t.” I tug the belt loops of his jeans and shove the denim halfway down his thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist and lean back on my elbows. “How would you have explained that to him? ‘Sorry about that. Your ex-girlfriend has her hand on my cock.’”
Finn bends down and takes my breast in his mouth. He sucks on my nipple and moves his hand between my legs. He pushes two fingers inside my pussy without warning, and I cry out. “Look how fucking wet you are. Fucking yourself with a toy. Trying to suck me off. All while he could’ve seen. You’re a slut, Margo.”
I whimper when he pulls out of me and pushes his thumb against my clit before giving it a light slap. This is rougher than he’s been with me, a trust established and a safety net laid out after a few times together.
It’s mind-blowing. Exquisitely sensual and so damn hot . I never want it to end.
“Do you know what would make me more of a slut?” I pant. I reach for his cock and drag the head of it across my entrance, just like I did with the toy. “Is if you fucked me without a condom. If you filled me with your cum and made me walk home with it running down my leg.”
Finn freezes, and I panic.
I’ve overstepped.
I’ve said the wrong thing.
I’ve never had sex without protection before, but the idea of him being the one to break my streak seems fitting. Some cosmic plan from the universe that’s been in place all along.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I try to scoot away, but his other hand touches my neck. Gently wraps around my throat and tips my head back so I have to look at him. “That was completely out of line and?—”
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and it’s the deepest his voice has ever been. It’s like gravel, some rough and desperate sound I’ve never heard escape from him before. “Margo. Are you on?—”
“Yes. Yes . I am. I—” I swallow and lick my lips. “This would be my first time without?—”
“My first since I was a teenager.”
There’s a moment of silence until Finn kisses me again. Until he eases me back onto my elbows and puts his hands on my knees.
“Hold your legs wide open for me, Margo,” he says, and I race to loop my arms under my thighs. “Thatta girl. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”
I’ve fucked myself with a Christmas tree in front of him, for fuck’s sake, but this… this is different.
Dirtier, almost, because he looks me up and down, and a coy smirk settles on his mouth.
“Need to get you a little wetter.” Finn drops to his knees and presses his thumb against my clit again. I jerk forward, electrified by his touch. “Hold still.”
I do my best to not squirm. To stay in place and enjoy what’s happening. But then he brings his mouth close. With his eyes on me, he spits, and the saliva lands on my pussy.
Finn takes off his jeans and kicks them away. He peels off his shirt and I’m left studying his beautiful naked body as he lines himself up with my entrance.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
“This is going to be rough.” The crown of his cock works inside me, and I gasp. Stars take over my vision and I drop my head back, ecstasy already building in my blood. “I’m not going to be nice.” A rock of his hips buries the first fourth of his length in me, and I moan. “But I want you to remember I’m going to take care of you after, okay?”
I nod. It’s a pathetic acknowledgment, and when he pulls out of me entirely, I’m afraid I haven’t said enough.
“W-what? Finn, I?—”
“Hush, Margo.” He bends down and picks up the toy I was using. “Open up.”
My lips part, and he puts the silicone head in my mouth. I sigh and suck on it like I would if it were his, like I would if it were real, and he lets out a shaky breath.
“Fuck. It’s different when I get to watch you like this.” Finn turns the toy to get it deeper in my mouth, and tears prick my eyes. “That’s enough. You’re going to make me come and you’re not even touching me.”
I pop the toy out of my mouth, proud. He lowers the fake cock to my pussy and grips my thigh as he works the first half of it in me. I moan and open my legs wider, excitement coloring my skin with Finn’s sharp laugh.
“I’m going to take care of you. Don’t worry.” He pushes the whole toy inside me, and I gasp. It’s not as big as his cock, but it’s big enough. “Work for it, Margo. Let me watch your tits bounce. That’s it . Look at how bad you want it.”
I’ve never been so intimate, so personal with someone before, and where I might feel shame, I don’t. I feel nothing but pleasure working its way up my spine. The sensation is heightened when he touches my neck. When he adds pressure to my windpipe and I grin, on top of the world.
My hands drop from my legs to the edge of the desk, holding on so I can find momentum and do what he asks.
The room goes blurry as I settle into a rhythm that brings me overwhelming bliss. As his hold on my throat turns a touch tighter. As an orgasm starts to show itself, the white-hot nirvana comes closer and closer with every rock of my hips. With every one of his whispered, that’s it . Look at you . The next time we’re together, I’m using this in your ass while I fuck you .
It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted behind closed doors, the marks on my body an indication of getting exactly what I’ve so desperately craved.
“Finn.” His name tastes like heaven and my movements turn frantic. I’m close— so close— and I’ve never been so needy for release before. “I’m going to?—”
“I know you are. It’s going to feel so good, isn’t it? I can’t wait to watch.”
I squeeze my eyes closed and the orgasm barrels through me like a tornado. “ Fuck .”
I’m gasping for breath. Convulsing on the desk and sobbing as Finn doesn’t let up. He doesn’t relent, keeping me full and stuffed while he touches my clit. While he rubs a circle over me and makes me come again, his laugh a wicked sin in the crook of my neck.
“Dirty girl. Making a mess in my office. That will be our secret too,” he says, and I whimper when he pulls the toy out of me. “Open your eyes, Margo, and look at me.”
My eyelashes flutter open, and I see that the toy is drenched. I expect him to tell me to lick it off, but when his own tongue runs up the length of the silicone from base to tip, I almost come a third time.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “You—that—” I swallow, and a million new fantasies race through my head. “Is that?—”
“Something I like?” He turns the toy and licks the other side, keeping his eyes on me. “Usually? No. With you? I’d be up for negotiations.”
“ Fuck ,” I say again, but I don’t have any time to process how indecent it is to watch him because now it’s the real thing. Now he’s sinking into me without any barriers between us, and I lose my mind.
It’s even better than it was before. I can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as he drives into me, again and again, until there’s not an inch of space left.
“You are—” Finn rests his forehead against mine and I can feel the sweat on his skin. “So fucking tight. So fucking perfect. Holy shit. I’m never fucking you with a condom again.”
“I thought you said you weren’t going to be nice?” I tease, but it’s like the words are my last breath. Like I’m never going to be able to say anything ever again, because he stands on his toes and jerks his hips, getting deeper than he’s ever been. “ There . That is what I want.”
The intensity he puts into the snap of his thrusts is unimaginable. The way he moves his hand back to my throat is dizzying. It’s rough. It’s messy. It’s loud.
I knock over a jar of pens when he takes my nipple in his mouth. I almost scream when he yanks me to the end of the desk and finds a new angle. I chant his name when he pulls all the way out of me before slamming back in, his sharp nails leaving pink welts on my legs.
The last of my coherent thoughts drift above the room and float out the window, but one remains: I could do this every day and be happy. This could be my life, and I’d be so damn satisfied.
It’s the sex talking, yeah, but it’s the way he soothes the sting after. It’s the way Finn goes from biting my nipple to lapping at it gently. It’s the way he holds me with all his strength so I don’t fall, so I don’t get hurt, and how he looks at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“Margo,” he slurs, sounding exactly how I feel: utterly exhausted. He’s using me, a vessel for his pleasure, and I can’t be bothered to care because it’s all so magnificent. “I’m going to—do you want me to pull out? Where do you want me to finish?”
“I told you I’m a slut,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair. I drop my hand to his ass and stroke over his cheeks, increasing the force of his thrusts when I urge him forward. “Fill my pussy with your cum, Finn. I want the world to know whose whore I am.”
“ Fucking hell ,” he groans, and it’s the only warning I get before he cants forward. Before his movements slow and his warm release coats me, an intimacy I’ve never experienced cloaking me in a swarm of emotion.
I glance down. My mouth parts in awe when he slowly pulls out of me and a trail of cum lands on my thigh. My nipples harden when he swipes through the remnants that escaped and shoves his fingers inside me, curling them in the cruelest way.
“Oh my god.” I squirm, overstimulated. Worked up but too tired to chase another orgasm. “Finn, I can’t?—”
“Not wasting a fucking drop,” he mumbles. He covers my pussy when he pulls out his fingers, then taps it twice. “There we go. Perfectly stuffed and perfectly full.”
Perfectly yours , I want to say, but I keep that to myself.
I don’t know if I should be mortified or turned on by what just happened, but I’m leaning toward the latter.
“That…” I groan when I try to stretch out my legs. Everything is sore. Everything hurts. I need a hot shower and to stretch out in bed. “I liked that very much.”
“Yeah?” Finn looks at me. His cheeks are red and his eyes are wide. “I wasn’t too?—”
“No. It was perfect.”
“Good. That’s good.” He licks his lips. His eyes rake over my body again, and he touches his cock. “How is it that I’m ready to go again? What are you doing to me, Margo Andrews?”
“The same thing you’re doing to me. I’m not usually this easy to work with, but you make it work just fine.”
Finn looks like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. He lifts me in his arms and kisses me softly, gently, as he walks us to his bedroom.
After he washes my hair and cleans me up, he sets me in his bed. He curls up next to me and whispers how wonderful I am. How beautiful I am, and I drift off to sleep, thinking this might be the best Christmas I’ve ever had.