Chapter 18 Finn
FINN
Unable to sleep, I finally give up and head downstairs, thinking of watching some TV or maybe grabbing a snack.
As I hit the last step, a noise from the living room draws my attention.
Both girls are in Marcee’s room, and I tense as I hear something again.
Creeping closer, I see the door slightly ajar.
The moon is near full tonight so I’m able to see decently well without any lights on.
Positioning myself so I can peek through the door but stay out of sight, I stop short, my breath catching in my chest.
Alexis is on the couch with one hand between her legs, the other up her shirt. A quiet moan comes from her mouth and my cock grows hard in record time. Fuck, is she doing what I think she is?
Chancing one step closer, I can now hear a low hum, and her hand is grasping something. It takes a second for my brain to catch up with what is happening. I'm getting a front row seat to Alexis pleasuring herself with a toy, and damn, if it isn’t the most erotic thing I have ever seen.
As if being pulled by an invisible thread, I step closer and find a squeaky floorboard.
Her head whips toward me, her hand jerking the toy out of her.
She stares intently at me, but I can’t tell if she can see me or not.
She hesitates for just a second before reinserting and pulling her top up, exposing her perfect breasts to me.
Her back arches off the couch and another moan slips from her lips.
She doesn’t look away. My hand drifts to my straining cock of its own volition.
Squeezing the tip, I stifle a moan of my own.
Alexis’s breathing is getting shallower as she pants, her whole body flexing.
Unable to stop myself, I take one step closer.
Her eyes widen, and I know she sees me. As our eyes lock on each other, she throws her head back with a whimper and a moan that nearly has me blowing in my shorts.
Her body trembles through the orgasm. Closing her eyes, she catches her breath, and like a fucking coward, I run.
I shut my door and lean against it for support.
I thought spying on her through a phone was sexy, but watching her fall apart on my couch will forever be burned into my mind.
My cock is straining painfully against my shorts.
Knowing I need to relieve the building pressure before I do something stupid, like going back downstairs and fucking her until dawn, I head for the shower, stripping from my shorts as I go.
I slam my hand against the controls on the wall, releasing three separate streams of water cascading down my body.
I stand with my hands bracing myself on the cool tiles as I try to catch my breath.
Taking my hard length in hand, I begin stroking myself.
I bring the vision of her on the couch back into my mind and imagine doing exactly what I wanted to as I watched her.
I pull the toy from her hand before stripping her naked, spreading her thighs and sliding my cock into her pussy, feeling it squeeze me.
Picturing her moaning beneath me as I pound into her hard enough to make her tits bounce.
It takes only a minute to feel the tingle up my spine, balls pulling tight, before hot ribbons of cum pulse from me, with her name on my lips.
My dreams are plagued with visions of Alexis in my bed.
I wake up early and head downstairs with my running shoes in hand, needing to work off some of this pent-up energy.
I’m shocked when I spot Alexis stretching in the kitchen bent over a book, her ass in tiny black booty shorts sticking up into the air.
My cock threatens to give her a standing ovation.
Calm down, buddy, you’re a forty-two-year-old man, not some horny teenager, and it’s just a butt.
A fucking delicious butt begging to be spanked.
Alexis spots me, her head between her legs and a wide smile spread across her face. “Good morning, Finn.”
Alexis has always been known as a party girl, so I'm shocked shitless to see her up so early. “Looks like we had the same idea this morning.” She nods to the shoes in my hand. “Are you planning to hit the road or beach?”
“I, uh, I hadn’t decided, just woke up with the need to run,” I stumble over my words, my self-control hanging by a thread as her ass peeks out, smooth and impossible to ignore.
“Well, the beach has been calling to me since I spotted that path off the driveway. Want to run together?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say no, knowing being alone with her is a bad idea.
An especially bad idea when she's standing there in tiny shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, her hair in a messy ponytail, no makeup and looking utterly fuckable.
Instead, my mouth, the fucking traitor, replies, “That sounds great.”
She closes the book she had been reading and sets it on the table, piquing my interest. “What are you reading so early in the morning?” Alexis flashes me a grin, and a tiny hint of a dimple I have never noticed pops in on her left cheek. “Oh, it’s a spicy read.”
She laughs and turns it to me. I read the title aloud, “Kinesiology: The Skeletal System and Muscle Function 4th Edition, so reading for pleasure, obviously.” My body flushes at the use of the word pleasure. Her heavenly laughter fills the space as I pull on my shoes.
“Yep.” I love the way she pops the P at the end. “I have a big test next week, and I’m bound and determined to keep my 4.0 GPA streak going.” I straighten and nearly groan when I see she has lost the sweatshirt and is in nothing but those tiny shorts and a matching sports bra.
“Ready?” Her smile is amused and I realize she just caught me staring at her chest. In my defense, the piercings make her nipples more prominent and it’s hard not to notice.
“Yeah, let's go.” I lead the way out of the house and let her set the pace as we wind down the path toward the beach.
The sun is just rising, casting a soft golden glow across the ocean's rippling surface.
A cool breeze is carried off the water toward the shore, leaving the air salt-kissed.
The world feels hushed and calm, with only the waves whispering as they meet the shore, leaving fleeting traces of foam on the wet sand.
Breathing deep, I settle into the pace she has set, impressed with her form.
I let myself take her in. The light is so soft on her skin, giving it a dew-kissed look.
She’s gorgeous. When she catches me looking at her, she smiles playfully, her cute dimple popping when she grins like that, and speeds up.
I let her get a few steps ahead, drinking in the way her body moves, so sure-footed and graceful, like she runs all the time.
I lengthen my stride and catch up to her, allowing my arm to lightly graze hers, our steps in sync.
As the sun crests the horizon fully, setting the ocean ablaze in gold and pink, she comes to a stop and stares at the view.
“I could get used to a morning run here. This is spectacular.” Alexis turns to face me, knocking the air out of my lungs the way she smiles so freely and unrestrained.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this at ease before.
She appears carefree, but seeing her now, I know that has to be an act because she's a different person at this moment.
“So, how are you doing? You know, with the boyfriend stuff?” Her smile falters but she pastes it back on her face too quickly.
Before I can stop myself, I reach up and cup her cheek in my hand.
“Don’t do that. Don’t put on a mask.” Shock fills her warm brown eyes as they dart between mine and her bottom lip drops open with a soft gasp.
I drop my hand like it’s been scalded, needing to sever the physical contact before I do something monumentally stupid, like kiss her.
“I’m okay. It’s not like I was in love with him, but…I just don’t get it. Why do guys cheat, Finn?” I had guessed that’s what happened by her yells that night, but hearing it voiced aloud fills me with anger. A surge of protectiveness for this girl rising in me.
“I don’t know, Alexis, I just don’t know. It’s insane to me that anyone could be stupid enough to mess things up with a girl like you. He must be one dumb fuck to let you get away.” Something shifts in her eyes and I don’t like it.
“What?” She shakes her head and turns like she's going to start back to the house. My hand instinctively shoots out, grabbing her hand to stop her. “What was that look? You looked, fuck, I can’t read that look and it worries me.” Her eyes fill with tears but she doesn’t let them fall.
I can see her building those walls back up that she had just let down.
“It’s nothing. He...the reason I crashed your weekend with Marcee is because he showed up at the gym I work at after one of my classes and made a scene, full on screaming at me for not taking him back. Like I was supposed to forget that I walked in on him fucking another woman.”
Rage hits me square in the chest and I'm seeing red.
I step back, clenching my fist once, twice, three times before releasing the breath I didn't realize I was holding in. “If he bothers you again, let me know. I’ll pay him a little visit and make sure he knows to stay away.” Her tears slip out now, and before I know it, she's in my arms with her face buried in my chest.
“Thank you,” Alexis whispers. I give in to the overwhelming urge and kiss the top of her head, holding her safely in my arms, slightly alarmed at how good it feels.
With one arm wrapped around her back and the other holding her head to my chest, I breathe in this moment of peace.
All too soon, she takes a long shuddering breath and steps out of my arms as she wipes her tears away.
She smiles up at me, then without warning, takes off in a sprint as her laughter fills the air.
A laugh breaks free as I sprint to catch up to her, every part of me wanting to be near her and the light she brings. We jog the rest of the way in companionable silence, and it feels fucking amazing.