Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
GENEVIEVE
Fuck. Me.
I had a feeling Finn would have a sexy bedroom voice, but I never thought I’d hear it directed at me. I thought he’d save it for someone he actually wants to sleep with. Not someone he’s only doing this with because I want a baby.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be easy. Transactional.
Which is probably why my body tenses as he pushes my thighs apart, his mouth inches from the spot I’m desperate to feel him, but scared at the same time.
“Relax, Gen,” he soothes, his voice deep and patient, like he has all the time in the world. “Let me make you feel good.” Pausing, he flicks his gaze to mine. “Are you okay with me doing this?”
A nervous laugh escapes my throat. “I think so.”
“You think so?”
“It’s just…” I bite my lower lip, feeling more vulnerable than I expected.
He pushes himself up until he’s face-to-face with me again, cupping my cheek. His touch is steady, grounding.
“Remember the rules. Complete honesty. It’s the only way this works.” He pushes a tendril of hair away from my face. “You can tell me anything.”
“I know.” I briefly close my eyes, drawing in a shaky breath. When I return my gaze to his, I admit, “I’ve never done this.”
He furrows his brow. “What? Sex?”
“No,” I answer quickly. “I’ve had sex before. I was married for six years.”
Something flickers in his expression. Something sharp and unreadable. His jaw tightens, as if the reminder of my marriage unsettles him.
“I’ve never done this .” I give him a knowing look, hoping he’ll pick up on what I’m trying to say.
His furrow deepens before realization washes over him and his eyes widen. “You’re telling me that you were married to that prick for six years and, in that entire time, he never went down on you?”
I shrug. “He said he didn’t like the taste.”
Finn stares at me for what feels like an eternity, my admission hanging heavy in the air around us. Finally, he says, “He’s a bigger idiot than I thought.” He shakes his head, then refocuses his intense stare on me. “Tell me something, Genevieve.” His voice dips lower, sending a shiver through me. “Did he ever make you come?”
I try to avert my gaze, but he won’t let me, his hold firm, his eyes demanding nothing but the truth.
“Did he?”
My throat works around a swallow, and I give a small shake of my head.
Finn exhales through his nose, a slow, controlled breath, but the tension in his body tells me he’s anything but calm. A slow, devilish smile tugs at the corners of his lips, half amused, half something else entirely.
“Then I guess I have some work to do,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth to mine. “And since I only have a few days, I better get started.”
Before I can respond, he presses one last kiss to my lips, then leisurely trails his mouth down my body, as if committing every inch to memory.
By the time he settles between my thighs again, I’m trembling. Not with nerves. But with need.
He drags a hand between my legs, spreading my slickness around, his gaze locked on mine. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, the words barely audible yet filled with unwavering certainty.
His smile softens, something warm and knowing shining in his eyes. “Then let me show you how good it can be.”
I hold my breath, each second stretching as I wait to feel his mouth on my most sensitive spot. Finally, I feel it —a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue as it drags upward and lands on my clit. A rush of exhilaration overwhelms me, and a deep, uncontrollable moan escapes my throat.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. Ethan had touched me on occasion. Tried to get me off that way. But after enduring several minutes of him rubbing my clit like it was a stubborn stain he was trying to get rid of, I usually faked an orgasm so it would be over.
But this? I don’t want this to be over anytime soon.
“So fucking delicious,” Finn groans against me. “I can eat you for hours.”
Each word is a sensual promise that sends sparks through me. I’m overwhelmed with sensation, chasing my release but also not wanting it to end.
It’s a surprising thought, considering my original plan that we’d have sex for a few minutes, then go back to the way things typically were. Now, with each swirl of his tongue igniting something deep inside me, I don’t want him to ever stop. I’m drowning in him, my sole focus on the delicious pleasure he’s able to so easily coax from me.
I slowly pulse my hips against him, my body moving of its own volition. I’m held captive by him, my mind focused on one thing only — feeling good.
“That’s right, baby. Fuck my face.”
“Oh, god,” I exhale. Desperation courses through me, a wildfire ignited by his touch and fanned by his words.
I grip the sheets below me, needing something to keep me grounded when I feel like I’m soaring, flying, being catapulted into oblivion.
“Don’t fight it, Gen,” Finn grunts, increasing his motions. “Let yourself go. Let yourself feel.” He inserts a finger inside me. “Let yourself feel me .”
He returns his mouth to me at the same time as he adds another finger, and I’m lost. Utterly and completely lost.
“Finn!” His name is a cry, a benediction that echoes off the walls as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced crashes over me. My body is a trembling, spasming mess, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, wringing every last drop of pleasure from me.
When he finally straightens, his hair is mussed, lips quirked in a sexy, satisfied smile and glistening with my arousal.
“How was it?”
I tug him toward me, clutching his face in my hands. “Fucking incredible.” I press my mouth against his and wrap my legs around his waist, the taste of me on him more of a turn on than I expected.
“There’s plenty more where that came from.”
“I hope so.”
“Most definitely. If you think my mouth drives you wild, just wait until you feel my cock.” His eyes darken, a wicked promise in their midnight depths.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He touches another kiss to my mouth before crawling off the bed.
My eyes remain trained on his as he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it onto the floor, revealing broad shoulders, a sculpted chest, and a set of defined abs that ripple with every subtle movement. Don’t even get me started on that enticing little V that disappears into his shorts. My mouth waters at the idea of dragging my tongue along each and every ridge.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him without his shirt. But it’s the first time I’ve allowed myself to truly drink in the sight of him. To savor the raw, undeniable magnetism he exudes.
He couldn’t be any more different from Ethan if he tried.
Where Finn is fit and broad, Ethan was slender. He wasn’t scrawny. More trim than anything.
But Finn… He’s the embodiment of sex appeal. And the scattered tattoos decorating his chest and biceps only add to his rugged allure.
I don’t look away as Finn unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper. Time seems to stand still as he pushes them down his legs along with his boxers, his eyes trained on me the entire time. His legs are just as muscular as the rest of his body. And his cock… It’s the cherry on top of an already remarkable package.
“Like what you see?” Smirking, he wraps his hand around his impressive erection and gives it a few tugs.
“It’s…adequate.” Although my voice betrays the truth. This man is far more than merely adequate.
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he crawls onto the bed, settling between my legs. When he teases my center, a moan involuntarily slips from my throat again.
“That doesn’t sound like adequate to me, Gen,” he murmurs, his warm breath ghosting against my mouth. “If you ask me, that moan sounds like you need to be fucked.”
My pulse kicks up, his words igniting a heat that surges through me.
“Tell me,” he grinds out, the tightness in his jaw making it clear he’s struggling to maintain control.
“Tell you what?” I pant breathlessly, every fiber of my being trembling, making me think I might shatter the moment he slides into me.
“Tell me you need to be fucked.” He teases me with his erection once more, then curves toward me, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. “Tell me you need me to fuck this cunt.”
His words steal my breath, each syllable charged with a hunger I’ve never experienced. Sure, I’ve read quite a few romance novels where the hero has said something like this to the heroine and found myself turned on.
I never thought I’d experience it in real life.
“That’s the reason you’re here,” I remind him, trying to break through the sexual tension.
But I doubt anything can.
And when Finn gives me a stern look, I know he has no intention of backing down from his request.
“Tell me, Genevieve.” He slides his erection up and down my slickness, torturing me. “Tell me you need me to fuck you.”
His gaze locks on me. I know he’s not asking me to say this because he needs to hear the words. He’s doing this because he senses I need this. Need to let loose for once in my life. Need to release my inhibitions.
“Finn…” I pant, gripping his face tightly. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Thank god.” He slams his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. But he doesn’t thrust inside. Instead, he tears away and stands, continuing to stroke his erection.
“What are—” I begin to protest, but his commanding tone cuts me off.
“Hands and knees.”
“Hands and knees?” I repeat.
“I read this position helps to increase chances of conception.”
“You did?” I’m unable to hide my surprise over his admission that he researched all of this.
“Yes. So hands and knees.”
On a hard swallow, I obey his command, rolling over and propping myself up. When I feel the bed dip behind me, another bout of nervous butterflies flit low in my stomach.
“Relax,” Finn soothes, bringing his arousal up to me.
I hitch a breath as he teases my opening.
“This is new to you, too, isn’t it?”
I glance over my shoulder. “How did you know?”
“If Ethan wasn’t willing to eat you out, I’d guess he wasn’t too adventurous. Although I don’t exactly consider this all that adventurous.”
A part of me wants to ask what he does consider adventurous, but that’s not the point of this arrangement.
Either was him going down on me, yet here we are.
“He liked what he liked,” I attempt to argue on Ethan’s behalf.
“Selfish bastard,” Finn mutters under his breath. “What about what you like?”
“I don’t really know what I like,” I reply.
“Then let me help you figure it out.”
He positions his erection at my opening again, and I immediately tense.
“Breathe, baby.”
I do as he asks, drawing in a deep breath.
Then on my exhale, he thrusts into me.