Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ALEX
My hand rests on Finley’s cheek as his eyes search mine, slowly, he leans in.
And his lips find mine.
They’re soft, gentle, and warm. And it feels…nice. It feels right. Like a recipe my mind had long forgotten, but a taste my heart never lost. Like the lyrics of a song I never knew, but a rhythm my body never forgot.
I melt into him, and my hand slides down to his chest. It’s solid, warm—like a furnace beneath my palm.
His tongue brushes against mine, soft like silk, and I can’t help but want to be closer. I throw my leg over his body and pull myself up until I’m straddling him.
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, and the warmth radiating from him seeps through my sweater.
I trace my fingers along the lines of his shirt and move my hands beneath it feeling every inch of solid muscle. With my hands on his chest, I push myself up.
I glance down at him and catch the intensity in his gaze—pure hunger. His ocean-blue eyes lock with mine, and I grin, struggling to believe this is actually happening. Me… with the grumpy farmer. Is this real?
The rock-hard steel beneath me confirms it—yes, this is real. Very real.
My heart races as I press against him and begin to rock my hips. He throws his head back, groaning, as he grips my thighs and moves with me.
He glides a large hand up my thigh to my lower stomach. Resting his fingers at the edge of my pants, his eyes land on mine. “Is this what you want?”
I nod eagerly.
His smile nearly unravels me. Our eyes meet again just before he swiftly rolls me onto my back.
He sits up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His broad chest and muscular torso, dusted with dark hair, leaves me breathless.
I bite my lip, gripping the edge of his jeans. “Please,” I whisper, heart hammering.
He leans down kissing me, then pulls back, “not yet, princess,” he whispers.
He grabs the bottom of my sweater, lifting it over my head and tossing it aside. His eyes remain on my lace bra, chest heaving. He meets my gaze again and asks, “Are you sure?”
I could scream with anticipation. “Yes,” I say, clear and confident.
He fumbles with the clasp at the front of my bra, and we share a small laugh as I help him.
After freeing my breasts, his eyes go wide—he’s frozen, stunned. For a moment, I feel a twinge of insecurity, wondering if something is wrong. Until he growls with hunger and lowers himself, taking my nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking.
His hand roams down my stomach, lower, until it slides beneath the edge of my pants. He glides his fingers through my soaking wet lips as he groans against my nipple.
He rises and scoots lower, hooking his fingers on the edge of my pants and pulling them down. He looks up at me, shocked. “No panties?” He asks.
I grin, shaking my head. I ditched those wretched things years ago and never looked back.
He glances back down, practically drooling. Grabbing my thighs he spreads my legs wide, his eyes drinking me in like I’m the first meal he’s had in days.
He kisses the inside of my thighs before he plunges two fingers deep inside my throbbing hole. His thumb hovers right above my swollen clit and I arch into his hand, practically begging for his touch.
“Fuck,” he hisses, “You’re so fucking wet.”
He lowers his thumb, applying the right amount of pressure, he moves it in small fast circles. “Is that want you wanted? For me to rub that soft little clit?”
“Yes,” I gasp, unable to control the shake in my voice. My body bends toward him as he slams his long, thick fingers in and out of me.
The pressure builds with each stroke of his thumb, the slow rhythm maddening. I lean into him, pleading for more—desperate for release.
Suddenly, he pulls his hand free from the grip of my drenched hole. “No, no, no,” I rasp.
He sits up, leaning over me. With his eyes locked on mine, he tilts my chin upward.
And he plunges his soaking wet fingers into my mouth, moving them in and out as I suck my juices clean from him.
“That’s my good girl.”
He removes his fingers and places them along my jaw. “Do you want me to fuck you, princess?”
I nod.
His grip tightens and he leans in so close our noses nearly touch.
“Beg.” One word. One simple command.
“P—please… please…” I beg, voice trembling.
“Please, what?”
“Please, make me cum… please,” I plead again, every part of me aching for him—desperate.
He smiles, and that alone almost sends me over the edge.
His hand glides from my chin down past my collarbone to my breast, he rolls my hard nipple between his thumb and finger before standing up. “You’ve got some pretty tits, you know that?”
I bite my lip, nodding with a smile I can’t hide.
His pants fall to the floor, the belt buckle clinking softly against the tile—and my jaw drops right along with them.
“Finley!” I gasp, my eyes wide.
He shrugs his shoulders with a smirk as he drops to his knees, spreading my legs wide. Gripping his thick cock from the base, he rubs the tip over my pulsing clit, sending tremors through me.
“I’ve been thinking about this tight cunt for a long time—to the point of madness. Even when I thought I hated you, I still would have crawled across nails for a chance to fuck you.”
He leans down, one hand planted beside my head to support his weight, the other gripping my jaw—forcing my gaze to meet his.
“It would make me angry, you know. Constantly thinking about this pussy wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t understand why.” He says, still gripping my chin, eyes still locked on mine.
“I even see you in my sleep, begging me to pound your sweet cunt until you can’t walk. I wake up promising myself I’ll make you pay. Make you pay for making me so desperate for your holes.”
His forehead now rests against mine, his breath hot on my face. “And princess, I never break my promises. Now bend over and give me that pussy.”
My cheeks flush, my pussy tightening in anticipation—begging to be filled.
I obey, quickly rolling over.
Before I can even start moving, his hands grip my hips, and he lifts me up onto my knees.
He rubs the head of his engorged cock over my entrance, spreading the wetness before he slams into me.
A loud shriek tears from my throat, and I bite my lip until the pain eases. I focus on my breathing as he slowly pulls out and rams himself back into me, filling every inch.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he says through clenched teeth.
He clutches my hips as he moves faster, harder, and I have to clamp my teeth down on the sleeping bag to keep from screaming.
He slides one hand down the front of me until he finds my throbbing clit. His calloused fingers slip over it in fast strokes, sending electric waves through my body.
Harder. Faster.
“Fuck,” I cry out, voice trembling.
His other hand grips my hair, tugging my head back. “You love being filled and stretched like a little slut, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I rasp between heavy breaths, pleasure consuming me.
“Show me how much you love it, cum on this dick,” he grits.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, the wave pulling me under.
It’s overwhelming, consuming, and I nearly collapse. It takes effort to stay positioned while Finley unleashes on me.
My legs shake under my weight, sweat collects on my brow, and my breath comes in gasps.
I almost can’t take his powerful thrusts anymore, and he finally pulls out, shooting his hot sticky cum all over my ass.
After he wipes me clean, we both collapse onto the sleeping bags. I lay my head on his chest, his heart radically beating under my cheek.
I could stay like this forever—in this snow-globe with Finley, safe and warm, while the storm rages outside.
I lose myself in the rhythm of his heart until sleep drifts over me, and the darkness gently pulls me under.