Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FINN
I draw in a deep breath as I make my way up to Genevieve’s house, my stomach coiled tight with something I’m not used to around her.
Nerves?
No. That’s ridiculous. This is Genevieve. My best friend. The woman I’ve known since we were kids.
And I’m here to try to get her pregnant. No big deal. It’s fine. We’re fine.
But despite all our reassurances that things wouldn’t change, something in my gut tells me we’ve already crossed a line we can’t uncross.
Because last night wasn’t just sex.
I want to call it that, but it doesn’t sit right. Not when I spent all day thinking about it. Thinking about her .
I can still feel the heat of her body under mine. Can still hear her voice as she gasped my name. Can still taste her pussy on my tongue.
No. Regardless of what I want to tell myself, last night was so much more than sex.
As I approach Genevieve’s front door, I reach for the keypad, but hesitate.
Should I knock instead?
I’ve let myself in more times than I can count. Why should it be different now just because we’re sleeping together?
She made it clear. This isn’t supposed to change us. We’re friends first and always. And maybe if I start acting like I usually do around her, I’ll stop feeling this way.
Resolved, I punch in my code and step inside.
“Genevieve?” I call out when I don’t see her in the open living area. “It’s me.”
She pokes her head around the kitchen corner, a bright smile lighting up her face. It’s the same greeting I’ve grown accustomed to throughout our friendship. Nothing different. Nothing awkward.
“I’m just finishing up dinner.”
My stomach rumbles at the smell of onions and peppers, and I follow the scent into the kitchen. “It already smells great.”
“Want a beer?” she asks, expertly rolling a tortilla stuffed with vegetables and black beans.
“I can get it.” I pop open the fridge and grab a bottle containing the familiar logo of Jude’s brewery before facing her again. “Need any help?”
“Just need to get these in the oven.” She spreads sauce over the enchiladas before layering on cheese, her movements practiced and easy. After sliding the dish into the oven, she sets the timer and turns to me, wiping her hands on a towel. “They’ll be ready in twenty minutes.”
“Want to watch an episode of Schitt’s Creek ?”
It’s what we usually do whenever I come over for dinner.
Which is often, since I’m not the best cook and Genevieve loves it. It’s a win-win.
“Actually…” She closes the distance between us, her gaze hooded, her body language shifting in a way that makes my pulse spike. “I thought we could do something else while we wait.”
“What’s that?” I ask, my voice rough.
She hoists herself onto her toes. Her warm breath drifts along my neck, making my cock immediately harden.
“Instead of telling you, why don’t I show you?”
I’ve always thought Genevieve was sexy. You’d have to be blind not to. Long legs. Incredible curves. Lips I’ve fantasized about more times than I care to admit.
But hearing her whisper in that husky voice nearly undoes me.
She lowers herself back to her heels, then turns, slowly making her way out of the kitchen and down the hallway.
I don’t immediately move, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of her hips swaying as she walks.
“We’re down to eighteen minutes, Finn,” she calls out over her shoulder.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I hastily set my bottle onto the counter and take off after her, ripping my t-shirt over my head as I go.
The second I enter the bedroom, she throws her arms around me, crushing her lips against mine.
I spent all day trying to shake this feeling, but the second her tongue tangles with mine, it’s clear I never stood a chance. I dig my fingers into her hair, holding her close, a raw desperation taking over.
She tears away, kissing a path down my jaw, nipping at my throat, and it’s like she’s set out to ruin me.
Something about her is different tonight. She’s not timid or reserved, not like she was last night, at least in the beginning. Tonight, she’s a woman who exudes confidence. Who knows what she wants.
And right now, that’s me.
“There’s something I want to do,” she announces, locking her eyes with mine. “It’s something I’ve always wanted to try, but anytime I suggested it to Ethan, he sort of turned me down. But I want to try it with you, if you’re okay with it.”
I cup her cheek, inching my mouth toward hers and brushing a soft kiss to her lips. “I know the purpose of this is for you to get pregnant, but there’s nothing wrong with killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. I’m more than happy to help you explore your fantasies. You’re safe with me.”
“Thank you.” Shepresses her mouth more firmly against mine, coaxing my lips to part, her tongue swiping with mine in a too brief dance before she pulls back.
“What did you have in mind? Blindfold? Being tied up? Spanking? Breath play? What is it?”
“Nothing like that.” She tries to avert her gaze, but I won’t let her.
“Don’t get all shy on me now. Tell me what you want.”
She hesitates for a beat. Then she says, “I’ve always wanted to give a guy a blow job.”
I go completely still.
My pulse kicks into overdrive, my body tensing as my brain scrambles to process what she just said.
“Forget it.” She shifts, suddenly looking self-conscious. “We can just?—”
I grip her wrist, pulling her back against me. “Are you telling me Ethan never wanted you to suck his cock?”
She swallows hard. “He said it never appealed to him.”
I look at her in complete shock. I never liked Ethan. Never thought he was good enough for Genevieve, but he seemed to make her happy, so I kept my mouth shut.
But the more she shares about him, the more I realize what a fucking tool he really is.
“He’s a goddamn idiot, Genevieve. I’ll never turn down a woman who wants to suck my cock.”
A blush rises on her cheeks, but I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate, the way her breath hitches.
“We don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like?—”
I cut her off with a slow, deep kiss, then pull back just enough to murmur against her lips. “Stop sacrificing your needs for someone else.”
She shivers against me, a barely audible whimper escaping her throat.
“I’ve been fantasizing what you’d look like with your lips wrapped around my cock for longer than I’d like to admit. So get on your knees.”
She stares at me, her mouth parting slightly, hesitation flickering across her face.
For a second, I wonder if I pushed too hard.
Then she leans in and brushes her lips along my throat.
“Yes, sir.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
As if it isn’t enough of a turn on to know my dick will be the first she’s ever had in her mouth, hearing those words in her sultry voice is almost too much.
Almost .
She leaves rough kisses along my neck and torso, the combination of her tongue circling and teeth nipping driving me fucking crazy as she slowly lowers herself to her knees.
When she reaches for my jeans, she floats her gaze back to mine.
“Take me out,” I tell her, sensing she needs me to take charge. Tell her what to do. Let her know I’m okay with this.
Hell, I’m more than okay with this.
This has been my adolescent fantasy for what feels like forever.
As she unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper, it feels like time stands still. I hold my breath, my pulse thundering in my ears. Finally she pushes my briefs down and my erection springs free.
“You’re so hard.”
I release a small laugh. “You tell me you want to suck my cock and you don’t think I’d instantly get hard?”
She doesn’t immediately say anything. Just shrugs.
We never went into details about her relationship with Ethan, despite our years-long friendship. Now that we are, I get the feeling Ethan never made her feel cherished. Admired.
Wanted .
That’s exactly what I plan to do over the next few days.
“You’re fucking incredible, Genevieve,” I say as I grip her cheek. “All day, it’s taken every ounce of resolve I possess not to jerk off at the memory of being with you last night. Now let me feel your mouth on me.”
She slowly shifts her gaze back to mine, her breaths growing ragged. Then she licks her lips and wraps her hand around my erection.
“Fuck,” I hiss, squeezing my eyes shut. If this is how I react when her mouth isn’t even on me, I have no idea how I’m going to last. But I’ll do my best so she can have this. So she can explore her fantasies.
She gives me a few slow, gentle tugs, although I doubt I could get any harder. When she drags her tongue along her lips again, I’m ready to lose my mind. I’ve never wanted something as much as I want my cock in Genevieve’s mouth.
I’m about to tell her so when she finally brings her lips up to me, her tongue teasing me with a few torturous circles.
“Goddamn,” I groan, moving my hand to her hair and gripping it hard, needing something to keep me grounded.
She drags her tongue down one side before teasing my tip again. I brace myself for her to take me completely in her mouth. Being the tease she is, she then licks her way down the other side of my cock.
“Genevieve, if you don’t put my dick in your mouth right now, I’m going to fucking lose it.”
“Impatient, much?” She smirks, giving me a playful look.
“When it comes to you, you better fucking believe it.”
“Well, then, I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.”
She licks her lips again, slowly inching back to me. When she takes me in her mouth, I have to fight the urge to thrust into her, the need to bury my dick deep in her throat overwhelming. But she’s never done this before. I need to start her out easy.
“So fucking good,” I tell her, keeping my hold on her head firm. “Your mouth feels so damn good.”
She hums her response, the vibration against my dick driving me fucking crazy.
“You should see how beautiful you look with your mouth filled with my cock.”
She moans again, continuing to bob up and down.
“That turns you on, doesn’t it? It turns you on having my dick filling your mouth?”
Her agreement shows in her increased enthusiasm as she continues to torture me. I hold her head with both of my hands, gently thrusting in and out of her.
She whimpers, and I pause.
“Too much?” I arch a brow.
She pulls her mouth off me for a beat. “Not enough. Go harder. Deeper.”
“Are you sure?”
“I told you last night. I want to know what it can be like. I don’t want you to be gentle with me, Finn. I like exploring these things with you. Don’t hold back because you don’t think I can handle it.” She levels me with a determined stare, not a single ounce of hesitation within. “I want you to use my mouth.”
I’m surprised I don’t come right then and there. Those are words I never thought I’d hear my best friend say, especially to me. But I can’t ignore the pride that swells inside me over the idea that she’s comfortable enough with me to give voice to her deepest fantasies.
Wrapping my hand around my dick, I bring the tip up to her mouth. “Open,” I order.
She obediently complies, parting her lips, practically salivating for me.
“Wrap your lips around me,” I tell her.
Again, she does as I ask, slowly taking me in her mouth, her tongue licking and torturing me as she does.
I grip both sides of her head, forcing her to take more and more of me. She doesn’t resist me. Instead, she closes her eyes and moans, squirming slightly.
“You want me to use this mouth?”
She looks at me and gives a subtle nod.
“Good. Now loosen that jaw and let me all the way in.”
I feel her muscles relax as I ease further in, every inch I push making my breathing increase. When I hit the back of her throat, she whimpers, closing her eyes.
“Look at me. I want your eyes on me when I fuck your mouth.”
She snaps her gaze back to mine, her eyes watering, tears staining her cheeks. But she doesn’t retreat. Still keeps her stare trained on mine with my cock buried deep inside her throat, something inside telling me she wants even more.
I tighten my grip on her head and retreat before thrusting back inside, my motions intensifying with every punishing drive. Each one only seems to turn Genevieve on more, her moans and whimpers increasing with desperation. I’m on the brink of losing control myself, but I don’t want this to be over yet. This very well could be the one and only time Genevieve ever gives me a blow job. I want it to last as long as possible.
My dick doesn’t seem to get the message, though. Even when I slow my rhythm, Genevieve continues torturing me with her mouth and tongue.
“Shit, Gen. I’m close.”
I try to pull out of her, but she grips my ass, forcing my erection back into her mouth.
I figured she’d suck my dick, but once I was close, she’d want me to come inside of her. After all, the only reason for any of this is to for her to get pregnant.
But that seems to be the last thing on her mind right now.
She moves against my length with more enthusiasm. When she cups my balls, I can’t control it anymore. I explode in her mouth, her tongue lapping up every last drop until I have nothing left, my muscles going slack.
She comes off me with a sheepish smile. “I guess I got a little carried away.”
I yank her to her feet, pulling her body flush with mine. “You can suck my cock anytime you want.”
“Was it okay?”
“Okay?” I shoot back incredulously. “It was… It was fucking amazing, Genevieve.” I crash my mouth to hers, tasting me and her in one intoxicating combination.
But before I can deepen the kiss, the oven buzzes and she pushes against me.
“To be continued.” She flashes me a wink, then turns, her hips swaying as she makes her way down the hallway.