Chapter Twenty-Five #2
My moans got louder with each flick of his tongue, each slow suck that drew me closer and closer to the edge. I was drenched — in sweat, in want, in the sheer fucking heat of his mouth on me after all the little games we’d played.
Finn held me firm, coaxing me lower like he wouldn’t be satisfied until I was sitting on him fully and trying to suffocate him.
His tongue flattened and curled, his lips sucked and teased, and when he slipped two fingers inside me again, my hands flew into my hair, body winding as I gave into my need and fucked his mouth.
“That’s a dirty girl,” he praised, curling his fingers in time with the rhythmic sucks of my clit. “Ride my face like I know you can’t wait to ride my cock.”
I shattered.
The orgasm tore through me with violent grace, a full-body quake that had me crying out into the night. Distantly, I realized I should try to be quiet, but there was no sense to be had in that moment. I was fully committed to sin.
I pressed my forearm to the padded headboard, forehead collapsing against it as the world turned white and hot and wild behind my eyes.
“Finn,” I panted. “Fuck—FUCK.”
He didn’t stop. His tongue and fingers danced in time until the aftershocks were nothing but twitches in my thighs and soft pleas from my lips. Only then did he ease me off his face, pressing one last lingering kiss to my inner thigh.
When I looked down, his mouth was glistening — and his lips were turned up in a smile.
“Fecking hell, Firefly,” he rasped, voice gruff and filthy and beautiful. “I think I could have come just from that.”
I slumped forward on a laugh, breathless and shaking, trying and failing to catch up. But Finn was already moving, already sitting up with those strong hands cradling my waist as he helped me ease down onto the mattress.
“Come here, love,” he murmured, crawling up over me until our bodies aligned again — until he was staring down at me like he’d just found religion.
With that look, the moment shifted, the frenzied passion of it melting into something deeper. I could feel Finn’s heartbeat against mine, could hear my blood buzzing in my ears, could feel every tingle of nerve endings from my neck to my toes.
“You alright?” he asked, brushing the back of his hand down my cheek, his touch featherlight now. Reverent. Worshipful.
I nodded, still dazed. “I think I’m in shock.”
“From the orgasm?” he teased with a smirk.
“Maybe.” I wove my hands into his hair. “Or maybe just from you. From this. From…” I shook my head. “I never thought I’d have you again.”
He nodded, solemn. “I know.”
“Is this a dream?”
A firm shake of his head. “No, love. It’s real.” He kissed me, slow and long. “Real fecked up, maybe, but still real.”
I laughed at that, winding my arms around his neck and holding him to me for another lazy kiss.
We stayed like that for a beat, our ragged breathing the only sound between us, the tension morphing into something softer, something sweeter — but no less intense.
My entire body was buzzing, sated enough to sleep.
But I needed more of him.
“Finn.”
“Mm?”
I slid my fingers beneath the band of his briefs. “Off.”
He smirked against my neck, kissing me there before he leaned back on his knees. Without breaking my gaze, he reached for his waistband and slid the fabric down slowly, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he freed himself.
My mouth parted before I could stop it, breath catching at the sight of him — hard and thick and heavy, the tip flushed and glistening.
A foreign noise rumbled in my throat, but I couldn’t find it in me to be even slightly embarrassed.
I could have stayed just like that, staring at him for hours like he was a painting in a museum.
He was more beautiful than I remembered, the shadows of the room playing with all the lines and mounds and valleys of his body.
I reached forward instinctively, fingertips trailing goosebumps over his flesh as I dragged them down his abdomen.
“My turn to taste,” I tried, but before I could even wrap my hands around his shaft, he snatched me by the wrists and pushed me back into the mattress.
“Not a chance, Firefly,” he said, punctuating that statement with a hard kiss. “I need to be inside you.”
“You don’t play fair,” I whispered, nipping at his chin.
“Says the one who purposefully drove me to my limit tonight.”
“Zero regrets.”
That earned me a deep chuckle and another swift kiss. Then, he pressed back up to his knees and hooked his grip under my thigh, hiking up my left leg.
My heart was a free-running stallion as Finn wrapped his large hand around my ankle and brought it to his lips.
He kissed the sensitive flesh just below the bone, along the curve of my calf, and up the inside of my knee.
Every touch of his mouth felt like a promise, like an apology, like a poem written on my skin.
When he reached my inner thigh, he sucked in a breath like being inside me was jumping off a cliff into ice cold water, like he was bracing for the excitement and the pain, too.
“You’re wreckin’ me,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough as his teeth scraped just enough to make me gasp. “Always have.”
And then he bit down, marking me.
I let him.
With a moan, my fingers twisted in the rumpled comforter beneath us as he eased my leg up and settled it over his shoulder.
His hands slid beneath my hips, tugging until I was right where he needed me, and with one last look — one filled with equal parts heat and heartbreak — he sank into the space between us.
The moment his cock brushed against me, I trembled, black invading the edges of my vision.
And the second he began to push in, I knew.
This wasn’t just sex.
It was resurrection.
We both came back to life the moment he flexed and filled me that first inch.
I saw the way he fought the urge to plunge all the way in, to satisfy himself no matter the cost. He groaned and battled with restraint to pull out and edge back in, over and over, the wetness from my first two climaxes coating him a little more each thrust.
A flex and a kiss.
A moan and a sigh.
Then, he was fully submerged, so deep inside me I wondered where I ended and he began.
And we were home.
If I thought I was shaking before, it was nothing compared to now. I trembled relentlessly, fingernails digging into his shoulders and back as Finn held fast to my hiked-up leg and withdrew only to bury himself again.
The groan that vibrated through him filled every need I had, that sound better than any word he could have uttered.
He was overwhelmed with the feel of me, with the feel of us.
His pace quickened from deep, rolling thrusts to punishing flexes.
He couldn’t get enough. He wanted to be like the tattoos spanning my skin — painful and lovely and permanent.
And I wanted to mark him just the same. I wanted to pierce through his soul and fasten myself like a tungsten ring. He could never cut me out. He could never rid himself of my love.
I knew he’d never want to.
It was dizzying and obscene, the way we crashed together without any hesitation, without any regard for the impact of the earthquake we caused. The waves of our decisions could wash away an entire city and we’d make the choice to do it again.
The truth wasn’t always beautiful and pure.
Still, he felt so right. This moment, this surrender — it was heaven disguised as sin. I knew even as I lost myself to Finn that night that everyone would judge us and find us guilty. No one would understand.
But we were meant to be.
Words were lost to the sea the longer Finn found himself between my thighs. When he came, his body locking up tight before it shuddered beneath my fingertips, I found my third release, too. I clung to him, and he buried his face in my neck, his cock in my cunt, his heart in my soul.
We barely finished that round before the next one began.
I rode him slowly and passionately. We limped to the shower under the guise of getting clean only to give in to even more filth once the steam was rising around us. Finn helped me crawl into the sheets only to crawl in behind me, pull me flush against him, and rock himself inside me once more.
Night had bled into morning by the time exhaustion became too heavy for either of us to fight.
“I should go back to my cabin,” I tried, but Finn hooked his arm around me and pulled me closer.
“Stay.”
“Finn…”
“I’ll set an alarm,” he promised. “We can sneak back to our cabins in a few hours. We can figure out what we do next tomorrow. But tonight, just…” He sighed, his lips feathering a kiss to my spine. “Stay.”
My heart surged out of my chest at the desperation in his voice.
I nodded, letting him roll away from me only long enough to set the alarm on his phone like he promised before I was clinging to him again.
I burrowed into his embrace — his leg between mine, my thigh hitched over his hip, our arms wrapping one another up like someone was trying to tear us apart and we refused to let them.
I fell asleep with my head on my ex-boyfriend’s chest.
And woke to complete fucking chaos.