MAYA BROOKE
Finn’s mouth travels down my neck, and I arch my back into his touch, still thriving off the two orgasms he’s drawn from me. I’ve touched myself a handful of times since Skye was born, and none of them have compared to this.
It’s as if he has the key to my body. He knows how to make me respond, and the thought alone has me dripping.
“Finn,” I whine as he continues to tease me.
I love foreplay with a guy who actually knows what he’s doing as much as the next girl, but god, I need his cock inside me before I burst into literal flames.
I’ve never known to be this needy. It should feel embarrassing, but with Finn? He doesn’t give room for me to feel an ounce of it. It’s a safe space where I don’t worry how loud I moan or what face I pull when I climax because Finn eats it up.
I reach down to grip his cock through his boxers and find him hard and eager. My mouth trembles as I stroke him, but before I can slip my hand into his waistband, he grabs my wrist and pins it beside my head.
“Maya,” he hums as he nips at my neck. “I told you, patience.”
I whine in protest. “Patience might kill me.”
Finn chuckles. “Dramatic.”
“Just put your cock in me, Finn. I mean it.”
He pulls away and stares down at me before grabbing my jaw and pressing his thumb against my lips. I part my mouth and allow his thumb to slip between my teeth.
Finn’s eyes flare as I hold his gaze and suck on his thumb like I have his cock many times. “Like I said,” he murmurs thickly. “You take what I give you.”
I moan around him in some kind of mind trick to get him to hurry up and fuck me like I know he can—and well. He studies my mouth as I suck right down to the knuckle before swirling my tongue around the tip of his thumb.
“Ahh, fuck,” he says through gritted teeth.
He rips his thumb from my mouth and proceeds to shove down his boxers until his cock springs free. My chest vibrates at the sight, and holy hell, I’ve missed it. I’ve missed being intimate with him.
Sure, I probably could have got my fix if I really wanted it, but the thought of sleeping with someone else makes my skin crawl. It’s him or no one. I’ve never been with anyone else, and it terrifies me to give my body to someone who doesn’t even know me.
Finn took the time to learn what turns me on, what makes me shudder, what makes my skin raise in goosebumps. And I trust him with my entire body.
I watch as he strokes himself from base to tip, and as he leans down, I press a hand to his shoulder. “Wait,” I murmur.
“What?” he finds my eyes with concern.
“Condom,” I blurt. “We need to use a condom. I’m not on contraception.”
Finn curses. “I don’t have one.”
“I do,” I pant.
“You do?”
“They’re old, but hopefully in date.”
“Where?”
“Bottom drawer next to my bed.”
Finn moves faster than lightning and creeps into my bedroom, making sure not to wake Skye as he starts to rummage. He soon returns with a condom between his fingers and a soft smirk on his face.
“Two months to spare.” He winks casually.
“Thank god,” I groan.
He rips it open and rolls it over his cock before working his way between my legs. His body covers mine as he holds my thigh with one hand and uses the other to guide his tip against my entrance.
For a moment, we’re both silent until he slides inside me and we gasp.
My arms automatically wrap around his shoulders, hugging him to me. Tears strain my eyes at the immediate pleasure that washes through me.
Finn quivers as he thrusts a little deeper, both of us moaning in unison. He nudges his forehead against mine as he fills me, stretches me, slides home where he belongs. These thoughts are too quick to even filter, but I don’t care when everything feels euphoric and safe all at once.
“Uhhh, fuck,” Finn grunts as he seats himself fully inside me.
My nails claw at his back as I bury my head into his neck and cling to him for dear life. Then he starts to thrust, skin slapping against skin, and I’m catapulted into eternal bliss.
“Fuck! Please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I scream.
Finn claims my lips and kisses me to within an inch of my life. I slide my fingers into the back of his hair as he fucks me into the sofa, each time pressing into my G-spot with perfection.
“Sunshine,” he moans breathily. “You’re fucking drenching my cock.”
My head falls back as my mouth drops open, and I can’t hold in the almighty cry that rips from my chest. His thrusts turn punishing to the point my vision becomes blurry, and I’m nothing but a bag of mush beneath him.
He pulls up my crop top and stares down at my body. In a second, his eyes start to dilate, and he leans down to kiss around my breast.
“Oh god.” I clench every muscle. “They’re so sensitive.”
“So beautiful,” he hums, lips grazing my nipple. “So fucking mine.”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Yours,” I gasp.
“That’s right,” he says, curling his hand around the nape of my neck and forcing my eyes to his. “You’ll always be mine. No matter what.”
My mouth quivers uncontrollably because his possessive words only make me hotter. We’ll always have history, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over him. This is dangerous, but it’s too late.
Finn slams into me again and again until I’m thrown into another orgasm. I shatter around him and hold on as he fucks me through every wave of pleasure that hits my nervous system.
“I love watching you come,” he groans. “Oh, I’ve missed it so much.”
Before I have a chance to calm down, he flips me over onto all fours and slaps my ass, making me jolt and shriek in response.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to worship this body again?” he whispers in my ear. “The dreams I have about you. They fucking haunt me, to know I had you and lost you.”
My fingers curl around the fabric of the sofa until my knuckles turn white. I’m stupidly sensitive, but Finn knows how much I love to be continuously stimulated. Even when I think I’ve got nothing left, he can still draw another orgasm from me until I’m crying with intense pleasure.
One thrust and he’s back inside me, and my eyes flutter shut. “Oh, fuck, Finn.”
“Yeah, keep saying my name, baby,” he says as he wraps an arm around my chest and hooks a hand onto the front of my shoulder. “Remind yourself who’s the only person who can make you feel like this.”
Wetness drips down my thighs as he rails me. The sofa legs scratch against the floor, and our skin slapping echoes around us.
He grips my jaw and twists his head towards me as he fucks me balls deep. “Tell me, who is the only person who can make you feel like this?”
“Y-you,” I shudder.
“Louder.”
“You,” I choke out.
“Yeah, that’s right. Only I can make this pussy fucking drenched.”
Finn drops my jaw and sinks his hand down my chest until he reaches my clit and starts to play with it.
I’m a complete mess as he claims my body, mind, soul.
I’m transported to the stars because that’s all I see as he curls himself around me and fucks me like I belong to him.
It’s animalistic, feral, desperate, unleashed.
It’s everything I want.
He pinches my clit between his fingers, and I cry out a sob at the pulses that rocket through me.
“You’re going to come for me again.” He sucks on my earlobe. “You’re gonna come on my cock, and you’re gonna scream my name while you do it.”
“W-what if I can’t?”
Finn tuts as he pounds into me relentlessly. “Oh, but you will, because it’s not up to you. I know how much you love it when you’re sensitive. It gets you so fucking wet and needy, and I know this body can give me one more. So do it, sunshine. Give me one more.”
My eyes roll back as he fucks me, and I take everything he gives, like he said.
When I come, I cry out his name because at this moment in time, he’s all I know, and all I want to know.
He follows soon after, breathing heavily into my ear as he moans and holds onto me as he thrusts through his orgasm.
“Oh god, Maya,” he rasps thickly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
We’re both spent when we finally slow down and start to catch our breath.
Neither of us moves. My head is still spinning out of control.
“Oh my god,” I murmur when he finally slips out of me.
I hear him discard the condom, and then he’s wrapping me up in his arms. My body moulds into his as my heart rattles inside me.
Fuck.
“You okay, sunshine?” he whispers before kissing my head.
I drag my tongue across my bottom lip. “Yeah.”
After a few minutes, I peek my eyes up at him, only for Skye to start crying the next second. We both stare at each other, our reality creeping in.
I release a sigh and pull away from Finn. “I’ll get her.”
Before he can protest, I’m up to wash my hands and grab my robe on wobbly legs. I slip inside my bedroom and cradle Skye to my chest. I smooth back her blonde hair as emotion crashes over me.
Finn appears in the doorway after getting himself cleaned up. “All good?”
My nose tingles as I fight back a sniffle. I don’t look over at him. “Yeah, she needs changing.”
I take her to the dressing table before changing her nappy. Once she’s cuddled back to my chest, her cries start to quieten.
My eyes burn as I look at the little baby we created and how badly I don’t want her to have parents who end up in a bad relationship. I’m scarred from being hurt before, and it’s not just my heart that’s in the game this time.