Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
FINN
Genevieve’s screams reverberate through the room as I bury myself deep inside of her, clutching her hips as if my life depends on it. In a way, it feels like it does. I’ve never experienced anything as incredible as being inside of Genevieve. I knew she’d feel amazing. But I never expected it to be this damn explosive.
And knowing I’m the first person to give her an orgasm, the first person to taste her delicious pussy, the first person to fuck her like this fills me with a strange feeling. Not ownership. But a connection I wasn’t anticipating.
Or maybe a connection I hoped I wouldn’t feel.
Because at the end of the day, this won’t change who we are to each other.
“You okay?” I murmur, scattering gentle kisses along the soft expanse of her shoulder blades.
“Y-yes. Just…overwhelmed.”
“Good overwhelmed?” My voice is low as I brush my lips along her neck.
“A fucking incredible overwhelmed.”
“Good to know.” I chuckle, playfully nipping at her skin. “I’ll take it easy on you and go slow. I’m guessing it’s been a while.”
“It has.” She glances back at me, her eyes filled with a hunger I’ve never seen before. “But I don’t want you to go slow. That’s all I’ve had. I don’t want what I’ve always had. I want something new.”
Her words send a rush of excitement through me.
Genevieve’s always been direct, but I wasn’t sure if it would transfer to the bedroom, especially with how nervous she’s been.
“I can give you something new.” I slowly retreat, the clenching of her walls around me making me teeter on the edge of losing control.
But I want this to last. Don’t want this to end before it has to, especially when there’s a possibility I’ll only be able to do this for a few more days.
When I slam back into her, we both groan at the same time.
“You feel so damn good.” I smooth my hands over her delicious curves and down her arms, linking my fingers with hers. When I nibble on the part of her neck where it meets her shoulder, she yelps, but it turns into a moan. “So damn warm.” I slowly circle my hips. “So damn tight.”
“More,” she pleads as she wiggles against me. “Let me feel more of you.”
“I’ll always give you what you want.” I dig my teeth harder into her flesh, sucking on it. Then I straighten, grabbing onto her hips again.
This time when I drive into her, there’s no pause. No hesitation. I’m a man on a mission, propelled forward by the way being with this woman who knows me better than anyone else makes me feel.
I’ve had some pretty good sex, but it’s never been like this.
All the more reason this is a horrible idea.
But it’s too late to stop now.
I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.
And I don’t want to.
“Finn,” Genevieve moans, her voice strained with anticipation and need.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy getting tighter around me.”
She doesn’t say anything. Just grips the sheets even harder, her chest heaving through her uneven breaths.
“Touch yourself. Get yourself off all over my cock.”
When she snaps her gaze to mine over her shoulder, I expect for her to tell me she doesn’t feel comfortable doing that in front of me. I can read between the lines. She may not be a virgin, but she’s definitely pretty inexperienced when it comes to sex, especially if tonight was her first time having a guy go down on her and getting fucked doggie-style.
Then she curves her lips into a smile, resting her weight on one arm as she snakes her other hand down her torso, finding that little bundle of nerves and rubbing.
“Fuck,” I hiss, relishing in the sensation.
She attempts to close her eyes, but before she can, I wrap my hand around her hair, forcing her gaze to meet mine through the mirror hanging over her bed.
“Keep your eyes on me. I want to look into them as you come. Want you to watch me fuck you.”
I’m not sure what’s come over me. I’m normally not this vocal in the bedroom. Sure, I do whatever necessary to make it good for both me and whoever I’m with, but this is at a completely different level than I’m used to. Being with Genevieve brings something out of me, a carnal hunger I can’t ignore.
“I’m looking,” she says, her voice even. “Fuck me, Finn.”
I didn’t think it was possible for me to get even more turned on.
I was wrong.
I tighten my hold on her hair, gripping her hip harder. Then I thrust in and out of her in a punishing pace.
“Come on, Gen. Get off on me,” I grunt. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“Then let go,” she pants.
I vehemently shake my head. “You first.”
“I don’t know if I can. I?—”
“You can. And you will.” I release her hair, but she keeps her stare on me. I lick my finger, then I lower it to her clit, taking over for her and rubbing slow circles.
She pulses against me with increased desperation, as if encouraging me to keep going. I feel her walls tightening, her breathing growing even more ragged until she spasms around me, her cries of pleasure filling the room.
“Thank god,” I exhale, clutching her hips hard now that she’s gotten off. Then I drive into her relentlessly, feeling more like a wild animal than a human capable of compassion and empathy. None of that matters right now. All that does is chasing this unrelenting craving inside of me.
When she moans my name, I lose all control, a roar ripping from my throat as I spill into her. And it feels damn incredible to be able to do that. To feel her with nothing between us.
My orgasm seems to go on and on, wave after wave of bliss washing over me until I have nothing left. I slow my motions, continuing to move in and out of her until the last of our tremors have subsided.
Then I fold my body over hers, forcing her head to the side and capturing her mouth in a kiss. She doesn’t deny me, even though my job is technically done for the night. She sighs into me, allowing me to savor this connection for a few more moments.
“I’ve never done that before,” I say breathlessly.
“What do you mean?”
“Come inside another woman. I’ve always worn condoms.”
She lets out a small laugh. “I’m glad I could be your first.” Then her smile falters slightly, like she just realized how intimate that actually sounds. Clearing her throat, she adds, “Speaking of which, I should probably lie on my back. Not sure if it’s true or not, but some say it helps increase your chances.”
“Right. Of course.” I ease out of her, noticing a subtle shiver roll through her. Supporting her, I help her onto her back, her hair fanning out over the pillow.
“You can use my shower if you want.”
“Your shower?” I furrow my brows.
“So you don’t have to leave here smelling like sex… Or me.”
I should probably take her up on the offer. Should do whatever I can to draw some kind of line between what we just did and our friendship.
Instead, I shake my head and cage her in between my arms.
“Sweetheart, I plan on keeping your scent on me as long as possible.”
I capture her lips with mine, kissing her slow and deep, our tongues briefly tangling before I force myself to pull back.
And then, silence.
Not a comfortable one.
The kind that stretches, heavy and uncertain, making the air feel thick with all the things we’re not saying.
I’ve never had trouble fucking a woman and walking away afterward. Never hesitated to pull on my clothes, make some polite excuse, and leave without looking back.
Why does the idea of leaving Genevieve right now sit wrong in my chest?
This is what we agreed to, though.
Just sex to get her pregnant. And when we’re not having sex, we’re just friends.
Nothing more.
“I’ll let you get some sleep since you have to work tomorrow,” I finally say, unsure what else to do now that we’ve done what we set out to do.
She parts her lips, then hesitates before saying, “Thanks.”
Thanks .
I don’t know why that word hits me wrong. As if I just fixed her sink or helped her move furniture.
As if I didn’t just feel her lose all control with me.
“Of course,” I manage, forcing an awkward smile as I yank my boxer briefs up my legs, then pull on my jeans.
By the time I tug my t-shirt over my head, she’s already wrapped herself up in the duvet. Almost like she’s hiding. Or creating space.
I remind myself I’ll see her again tomorrow. Feel her again tomorrow.
Leaning down, I press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Sweet dreams, Genevieve.”
She exhales, her eyes briefly closing. “‘Night, Finn.”
I linger a second longer, inhaling her scent. Then I force myself to leave.