Chapter Twenty-Five
CHARTER CONFESSIONAL
CLOSE QUARTERS
FINN PEARSON: HEAD CHEF
PRODUCER
Are you alright?
FINN
Oh, I’m absolutely grand.
PRODUCER
Really? You’re not… I don’t know, feeling any certain type of way right now?
FINN
Can’t imagine what you mean.
PRODUCER
You don’t feel guilty or bad or worried or…?
Finn smirks, wipes hand over jaw and leans forward, elbows balancing on knees.
FINN
There’s a reason guilt is subjective, isn’t there, mate? All depends who the judge and jury are. And I’m curious… have you asked anyone else on this boat if they feel guilty?
PRODUCER
Should I?
Finn shrugs, sits back.
FINN
Guess that depends. Have you already made up your mind about the narrative for the show?
PRODUCER
We don’t spin a narrative. We just capture what happens.
Finn laughs, stands to leave.
FINN
Right. We’ll go with that.
I was on fire.
Finn slid his fingers under the silk hem of my top and bunched the fabric, dragging it up slowly in a silent request for me to lift my arms. As soon as I did, he peeled the shirt over my head, my hair gathering in the neck hole before it fell over my shoulders in waves as the silk was flung somewhere behind me.
A groan and his hands were on me, each palm testing the weight of my breasts as I arched into the touch. My hands wove into his hair and Finn took me in his mouth, his tongue swirling around one nipple before he kissed his way over to the other one.
“I’m so fecking torn right now,” he groaned, thumbing my nipples as he bit his lip and watched me squirm under the touch.
“I don’t know if I want to spend the whole night worshiping these perfect tits and kissing every inch of your skin I’ve missed for the last two years…
” His hands moved to my hips again, fisting the silk there.
“Or if I want to shred these shorts and bury myself inside you right fecking now.”
A wave of chills broke over me at the raw edge of his voice, and I rocked against him until my clit sparked to life enough to make me tremble.
“I could come just like this I think,” I whispered, rolling again as he flicked his tongue over one nipple and toyed with the other. “I’ve missed this so much. I feel like… like…”
I panted and moaned in lieu of continuing that sentence, wondering if Finn felt the same need coursing through him like a wildfire.
“I know, I know,” he assured me, slowing his perusal with his tongue. “I feel it, too.”
“It’s only with you.”
“Only ever you.”
He kissed me long and hard with that declaration.
“Before we go any further, I want you to know that I have always used protection,” Finn said, and he didn’t really need to say it because I already knew.
We’d always used protection when we were together in the past. “But tonight… Em, I want you bare. I want to feel you — really feel you. No barriers, no holding back. I’m so feckin’ tired of everything that’s come between us. ”
“I want it, too,” I whispered against his lips before I kissed him to seal the need. “I need it. To feel you inside me.”
“You’ve nothin’ to worry about with me, Em.”
“I know. You’re safe with me, too. And I’m—”
“On the pill?” He growled, nipping at my bottom lip. “I know. Watched you take it every morning, wondering who you were shagging instead. Drove me bloody mad.”
I laughed into his possessive kiss at that. “Oh, my God, you brute. I mostly take it so that my period cramps don’t kill me.” I pressed a hand into his chest. “And for the record, I’ve only slept with one person since we split. Not that I owe you an explanation. You don’t own me.”
“But you own me,” he said, and he slowed our kiss just long enough to hammer that point home with a very purposeful sweep of his tongue over mine. “Now, no more talking about other people. It’s me and you now.”
“Me and you.”
Finn smirked against my lips, the tip of his nose nudging mine. “You said you could come like this,” he mused. “Go on, then. Show me.”
A bolt of electricity struck me hard and fast when he rocked his hips up to meet mine, timing it perfectly with a swirl of his tongue.
“Finn,” I breathed, and already the edges of my vision were sparking.
“Jaysus, yes. Just like that,” he praised, and then his hands found my hips and added just the right pressure. “Say my name while you’re grinding on me like a desperate wee thing.”
A moan ripped from me, every nerve screaming to life at his degradation.
He knew I liked it, that I wanted it, that I craved the surrender of him taking control and letting me give myself to him fully.
And I knew he’d whisper these dirty words against my skin now and cover them with praise as soon as we were finished.
He was right — he knew the way I ticked. He understood me like no one else.
This was why we were inevitable.
We were current and tide — pulled by the same moon, bound to the same rhythm. No one else would fit. No one else would do.
I picked up my pace, grinding against him as he paid homage to my breasts.
I threw my head back as the first orgasm crested — and I knew it would only be the first of many.
This was our favorite game to play, after all.
How many times could we get the other off?
How much energy could we spare before we were both truly spent?
“I hated seeing you with her,” I rasped, pulling his hair until he lifted his chin and looked up at where I rocked and writhed against him. His eyes meeting mine lit another wick within me. “I want to punish you for torturing me that way.”
I ground against him harder, enough to make him suck in a hiss of breath and grit his teeth a little. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, one hand snaked around to cradle the back of my head and pull me into him for a bruising kiss while the other helped me ride him harder.
“Punish me, then,” he breathed against my lips. “Make it hurt.”
I surrendered to the need coursing through me, my hips wild and pace quick.
I didn’t care if I was putting too much pressure on him, and he welcomed the pain, holding me to him, kissing me through the crest of the first wave.
I came with a hitched breath and my hands clawing at his back, and Finn smirked against my mouth, helping me ride out the last of it.
He took the weight of me when I melted, my heart racing against his chest as he pressed a kiss to my hair.
“That’s one,” he mused, and then he spanked my ass and helped me off his lap.
My shorts were dragged down to my knees in the next second, Finn helping me step out of them as I balanced with my hands on his shoulders. I was shaking like a leaf, still panting from my first release, but Finn’s hungry gaze only intensified once I was fully bare for him.
“Christ, Firefly,” he groaned, biting his lip and shaking his head as his eyes drank me in. “You’re a masterpiece.”
He was up and kissing me silent before I had the chance to reply, his mouth fixed on mine as his hands deftly grabbed at each layer of clothing still separating us.
My trembling fingers fumbled with the lower half of his buttoned shirt while he took care of the top, and when we met in the middle, he shrugged out of it, hands sliding into my hair the moment his arms were free.
He kissed me long and promising, heat rolling off him like a steam engine, and then his hands were gone again.
He made quick work of his belt and slacks, ripping them down and kicking out of them.
Then, I was hoisted up, one hand at the back of my neck and the other holding my weight as I wrapped my legs around him.
Finn fell back into the bed, taking me with him, and as soon as my knees hit the mattress, his hands were free to roam. He cupped my backside and squeezed, giving me another little spank before one hand slid around my thigh and between us.
The moment his fingers brushed my clit, I whimpered.
“Christ, I’ve missed this perfect cunt,” he growled into my mouth, smirking as he spread my lower lips with one thick fingertip. I was soaked from my first release, and he slid his digit along my seam with a satisfied moan before plunging one finger inside me and curling it just the way I liked.
I buried my head in his shoulder, barely keeping myself upright for him to work his magic as my arms shook on either side of his head. Finn reached up to grab behind my neck and pull me down for a kiss, a second finger joining the first just as his tongue swept in and danced with mine.
“Sit that pretty cunt on me face. Let me taste you, love. I want to drown in your next orgasm before I fuck you to your third.”
I wanted to talk back. I reached for the sassy bite I knew I had inside me but came up empty as a shell. My first orgasm had hollowed the fight out of me. I was in full surrender now, ready to do any and everything he asked me to.
My heart thundered in my ears as I climbed up his body, Finn helping me maneuver as he slid down and off the pillows enough for me to straddle his face.
He spanked me with a satisfied groan when I was seated, his hands taking my ass in full handfuls before he made me spread wider and drop lower.
My hands shot forward for the padded wall that served as a headboard, and I held on for dear life to whatever I could grab as Finn took his first taste.
It was a slow drag; a flat, hot tongue covering me from where his fingers had stretched me to where I was still overly sensitive from my first climax.
I dissolved under his touch.
My head lolled back as I let a moan roll through me, hips rocking to find another lash of his tongue. He rewarded me with what I craved, licking me from seam to tip again and again before he cupped his lips around my clit and sucked.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, my voice strained against the second orgasm already building. I was so wound up from months of little touches and looks that I felt like an exposed nerve. Every lick had the power to undo me, and Finn seemed hell bent on tearing me apart.