Chapter 4
FOUR
FINN
I feel a rush of anticipation as the blonde bombshell, Flynn, flips us over, positioning herself on top of me.
Her presence overwhelms my senses, sinking into my skin like a drug I can’t resist. There’s something about her – something that calls to me in a way I don’t understand.
The scent of the ocean clings to her, mixed with something sweeter, something that hits me low and hard and makes my cock throb.
Maybe it’s her perfume, or the lingering traces of the cocktails she must have been drinking, but whatever it is, it’s driving me fucking wild.
Her seductive gaze locks with mine, and my heart pounds as her dainty hand adorned with pink-tipped nails, maintains its firm grip around my pulsing cock.
Maybe when I saw her standing all alone on the beach I thought she’d be an easy lay – a simple two of hearts to collect and get the challenge underway – but the moment I kissed her I knew I fucked up. She’s not going to be a ‘one and done’ for me.
She’s…something.
And now that I’ve had a taste of her, I want more.
That’s all this is.
Just good sex.
It has to be.
Every nerve in my body tingles with desire as I surrender myself to the moment. Her gentle but sure touch, combined with the weight of her straddling my hips, sends shivers down my spine. I’m not used to a woman taking charge, but fuck, do I like it.
I can’t help but get lost in her deep ocean blue eyes. They hold a mischievous glint, a promise of untamed ecstasy yet to come. A part of me – some stupid, ego-driven, half-drunk part – wants to claim her, to leave proof on her skin that she was here with me.
Which is insanity.
I must have drank more than I thought.
The air crackles with electricity, each touch igniting a spark that travels through my veins all the way down to my cock.
Fuck. I need to feel her lips on me again, but I don’t want to rush her.
As she moves with an intoxicatingly slow rhythm that drives me wild, I find myself surrendering to the pleasure, relaxing and losing all inhibitions.
She’s given no indication that she knows who I am, and it feels amazing to just be wanted for me.
When she releases my dick I almost protest, but she shifts to kneel between my parted thighs and peels off my boxer shorts with ease. I groan and close my eyes as my cock finally springs free of all restrictions only to jerk in surprise when her soft warm breath replaces her touch.
As her tongue circles my crown in slow, sensual strokes, I’m completely captivated. Her playful yet seductive smile consumes me as she continues to tease my engorged length with her magnetic blue eyes.
I’m in awe of her seductive prowess. All too often women expect the guy to take charge of a blow job, but I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone who could so effortlessly make me do her bidding.
I lie back, getting my rocks off while Flynn’s busy doing all the work, hands folded behind my head as she absolutely owns me with her tongue.
When she wraps her lips around me and takes me all the way in, I close my eyes and groan, not wanting the moment to end.
This is by far the best blow job I’ve ever had.
She takes me in her hand again while she licks and sucks and teases me to the point of oblivion, rendering me unable to do anything but lie there and take it.
Her hand moves faster and faster, gripping me tightly as she expertly performs the most perfect dance I’ve ever seen. Before I know it, I’m gripping the sheets hard enough to rip them as I feel myself nearing the point of no return.
Holy fucking shit, what is this girl doing to me?
Flynn’s eyes light up again as she looks up at me from between my legs. I keep my eyes locked on hers as my body tenses up, knowing that I’m about to experience the biggest orgasm of my life.
It hits me like a thousand watts of electricity, surging up my spine and down to my balls.
I yank her head towards me as my cock throbs, spewing out jet after jet of my thick cum.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, something satisfied hums – pure animal pride, like I’ve won a game I didn’t know I was playing.
She takes it all, and fuck, her eyes are still locked with mine as she catches every drop, licking her lips seductively before a wide grin spreads across her face.
My cock twitches at the sight of her flushed cheeks and the sound of her giggle. I’m completely captivated as I find myself wanting to return the favour again right now. One orgasm is not payment enough for what she just gave me.
“Fuck, that was incredible,” I pant.
“Mmm. I couldn’t agree more,” she murmurs, eyeing my still-hard dick with amusement. “But was it enough?”
“Never enough. I’m not done with you yet.”
Her grin stretches and her bright blue eyes light up. “Oh good. I was worried I’d spoiled your appetite with the starter.”
I laugh loud at that. “Never. I have an insatiable appetite.”
“Yeah?”
“I reckon we could go at least twelve courses.”
“Wouldn’t we be down to ten or eleven now?”
“No,” I insist. “That was the amuse-bouche.”
“Tell me more.”
“Why don’t I show you instead?”
I roll her under me and notch myself at her entrance as she widens her thighs to welcome me in.
She’s so fucking wet, my cock slides against her folds with ease, and something about the slickness makes my mind short-circuit.
Jesus. She’s dripping for me, needy and unguarded in a way I’m not used to.
Maybe it’s the booze. Maybe it’s the anonymity.
Her body trembles beneath mine as I slowly ease inside her, savouring the feeling of her tightness surrounding me. Her eyes close in bliss and her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.
I don’t even realise I’m growling low in my throat until it’s already there, vibrating in my chest. The urge to take more – deeper, harder – hits so sharp it’s embarrassing.
For a split second, my mind throws up a filthy, possessive fantasy: knotting her, keeping her, making sure she can’t forget me.
Fuck. Where did that come from?
I shove it down. Betas don’t take knots. She’s just tight and wet and I’m half cut and thinking with my dick. That’s all.
I have definitely drunk too much.
Suddenly her eyes widen and she tenses.
“Fuck! Condom, Finn!”
“Shit!” I’ve never forgotten to wear one before. Ever.
“Please tell me you have one in your wallet or something.”
I don’t, but I know that there will be a box in the small drawer beside the bed. Reluctantly, I withdraw from her wet heat and reach for the drawer. I find the box, remove one, and rip the foil with my teeth.
Flynn frowns.
“What?”
“You really shouldn’t do that, you know. The risk of damaging it is so much higher—”
I throw the foiled packet over my shoulder and grab another. Flynn giggles and takes it from me, squeezing the pack before carefully tearing the top of the foil and slipping it out.
“May I?” She asks.
No one has ever asked me if they can put the condom on me before, and I’m so lost for words all I can do is nod, my head spinning slightly from the alcohol.
She sits up, her legs still on my sides, and takes the rubber from me.
My body tightens when her fingers touch me – steady, deliberate, like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Her scent is subtly sweet up close, distracting in a way it shouldn’t be, but I blame the booze and the heat and the fact that she hasn’t looked away once.
She rolls the condom on with maddening care, eyes locked on mine, and I feel the pull of it – pure chemistry, pure ego, pure fuck yes.
She smells like summer and salt and whatever perfume she chose tonight, and it’s gorgeous.
When she’s finished, she lowers her legs and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her.
The feel of her breasts pressed against my chest is almost more than I can take.
I grip her thighs tightly, feeling a strange heat building in my chest, a sensation that runs deeper than mere attraction.
I thrust into her, unable to stop myself from filling her again.
The scent of her, warm and intoxicating, seems to wrap around me, heightening everything. I can’t help but want more.
“I’m not going to last.” I mutter into her hair, my voice ragged. I can feel her energy – something about it makes me feel possessive, urgent.
“I don’t want you to,” she says.
The world around us and all of my responsibilities fade into a blur as our connection deepens, becoming a whirlwind of desire and sensation.
I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being pulled into her orbit, and it’s more than just physical attraction – it feels like something deeper, but my drunk mind can’t quite piece it together.
I begin to move with a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing her closer to the brink of pleasure.
Her moans grow louder, filling the room with the sounds of our passion.
I feel a rush of possessiveness as I move inside her, like I need to be the only thing she feels – like I need to earn this, not steal it.
Leaning down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss, our tongues duel as we both seek release. Her body writhes beneath mine, her pleasure building to an intense peak, and I realise – she’s not just an ordinary hookup.
In this moment, nothing else matters. Time slows down, and it’s just her and me, locked in a passionate embrace. Our bodies move as one, seeking fulfilment and finding solace in each other’s touch, the room filled with a symphony of our breaths mingling, punctuated by soft moans and gasps.
Together, we ride the wave of pleasure, reaching higher and higher until we’re consumed by a crescendo of bliss. With a final cry, she shatters around me, her muscles clenching tightly as she rides out her orgasm.
I follow soon after, spilling inside her with a deep groan, the rush of release almost more intense than I expected, leaving me disoriented and blissed out, though there’s a nagging feeling in the back of my mind.
I’m left wanting more, and I can’t shake the strange pull I feel toward her.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies intertwined and our breathing laboured. I brush a strand of hair from her face, gazing into her eyes with a sense of contentment. I let out a blissful sigh as she curls up beside me, both of us wrapped in the blanket.
This is where I want to be. I sure as fuck didn’t expect to be saying this, but after one night of being with Flynn, everything has already changed. And just like that, all thoughts of the summer challenge and my fiancé have fled my mind.
It’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years.
But in the morning disappointment floods me when I wake and see that she’s gone, leaving only a long blonde wig behind as evidence that last night ever really happened. Something about her got under my skin – too fast, too deep for a stranger in a wig.
Forget barefoot Barbie, I want to find my sinful Cinderella. I just had the most intense hookup of my life and can’t explain why.
One night with the mysterious stranger will never be enough.