Chapter 17 #2
My knees almost give. ‘Oh…’
‘Mm.’ He hums like he’s pleased. ‘Nice?’
‘V-very.’
His thumb finds a slow rhythm right on the spot that’s been aching since he first kissed me good morning with nothing but his eyes.
‘More?’
My hips surge forward, control be damned, chasing whatever he’s about to give me.
‘I’ll take that as a yes.’
‘Yes…’
I shouldn’t want this so much. He’s too good at this.
He runs his finger through my soaked centre before shoving it in. And all my thoughts scatter like dropped marbles. He moves like he has nowhere else to be, like my body’s the only place for him. And I roll into his touch with shameless need.
‘Already this wet for me? You’re going to be the reason I skip breakfast every day.’
I spread my legs wider to give him better access, and he plunges a second finger in. A sound escapes me that I will deny under oath. My spine bows, and I grip the counter. Finn keeps playing me with his fingers. Heat races up my spine, and I’m seconds from combusting when he stills his hand.
‘Hey,’ I protest between breaths. ‘Not…fair.’
‘Since when do I play fair?’ He withdraws his fingers and I gasp from the loss. ‘I want my mouth on you, Theo. I want to taste how sweet you are when you come.’ His voice is rough with need.
Oh damn. That’s… I’ve never had that before… Everything below my ribs pulls tight.
‘I’m not some…some dessert.’ But my hips rock forward anyway, betraying me. Need detonates under my skin, wildfire-quick, every synapse screaming more, now, yours in a language older than shame.
He turns me around to face him. ‘I want to make you come on my tongue. Until you forget every damn rule you’ve ever made.’
‘Pretty sure we burned those rules last night…’ I bite my lip as he sinks to his knees in front of me, his breath hot against my stomach. ‘And why are you smirking?’
This. Is. Happening.
He hooks one of my legs up, guiding it over his shoulder with one hand, the other braced on my hip. My heel rests against the flex of his back. His breath ghosts over me and I shudder.
‘Hold on, baby. This is where all control goes out the window.’
His mouth hits me like a power surge, sudden voltage straight to my core. There’s no finesse. Nothing but the wet, teasing lick of his tongue. I’ve never felt anything like it.
He devours me and I come apart like cheap lace.
‘Fuck. God. Oh god.’ I choke on my own breath as he drinks me in, all growling approval and worshipful greed.
The abrasive scrape of stubble sends sparks skittering up my thighs. His grip borders on cruel, welding me to his lips like he owns the space between my legs.
My hand shoots out, gripping his hair. ‘Jesus. Finn…’
His groan thrums against me. The leg he’s got on his shoulder is trembling. He seals his lips right there, sucking like he’s trying to steal my soul through my clit.
Do I let out a tiny scream?
Yes, yes I do.
‘Damn, you taste good,’ he mutters against me, barely pulling back.
I can’t answer. I’m panting, one hand fisted in his hair, the other bracing against the counter, trying not to collapse.
Finn flattens his tongue and strokes slow and wide against my clit until I’m keening. Heat coils deep, low, unbearable. He opens me with his thumb and goes deeper, tongue circling the way his fingers did earlier, but wetter, faster, intimate in a way that makes my eyes sting.
My grip on his hair tightens. ‘Don’t stop,’ I gasp, already close.
Finn pulls me in until there’s nowhere left to hide. I’m spread wide for him, one heel resting on his broad shoulder, chest heaving.
‘Finn…’ My voice breaks.
His tongue moves tighter, faster. Then he sucks again, hard and perfect.
My whole body snaps. I scream again and nearly slide down the cupboard, white heat ripping through me in waves so intense that everything blurs.
I’m not in my kitchen, not even in my body.
I’m only need and his mouth and the endless, rolling aftershocks he won’t let me outrun.
I can’t speak. I can’t think. My hand stays tangled in his hair. Because if I let go, I’ll float straight off the planet.
Finally he pulls back and kisses the inside of my thigh, lips still wet with me. ‘Good?’
I manage a breathless, stunned, ‘This was… I guess I could die from this.’
‘I hope not, you’re too delicious.’ He looks up at me, eyes glittering. ‘But are you gonna fix the massive problem I woke up with?’
I’m still trying to gather what’s left of my brain, but that’s an offer I’m not going to refuse. ‘If it bothers you that much…’
‘Oh, it bothers me very much.’ He kisses my knee and stands.
The shift in height is dizzying. I’m still leaning on the counter, legs wobbly.
Finn saunters to his suitcase, the same one I mocked him for when he first moved in a week ago, and pulls out another condom.
Of course he’s stocked up, he’s probably on a monthly subscription.
The foil rips with a serrated whisper. I clench tight around nothing, my body remembering the shape of him, and my ribs contract as if my lungs refuse to work until he’s back inside me. Not even my breath behaves anymore.
This is me now, apparently.
Finn rolls it on. ‘Bend over, baby. Let me see what’s been making my mornings so difficult.’
He closes the distance, fist wrapped tight around himself. Without wasting a second, he hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him with a low growl of approval, then guides me forward until my elbows touch the cool stone.
‘There you go.’ He nudges my feet wider. One hand stays on my hip. ‘Keep that pretty arse up where I need it.’
Finn swipes up and down my wetness a few times. Then he presses forward, filling me to the edge of what I can take. I bite down a whimper and try not to weep.
‘Move, please. Move.’ I can’t bear that he’s holding still and push back into him.
‘Theo. Baby. I can’t believe you—’ his voice catches for a second, ‘—want this as bad as I do.’ He starts to thrust slowly. ‘Fuck, you take me so good.’
My eyes flutter closed and my body throbs around him. Each movement drives a sound from me I don’t recognise.
‘You feel that, Theo? How much I fucking want you?’
‘Yes, yes!’ I’m biting my wrist.
‘Does my cock feel good?’
‘God, yes!’ I wriggle against him.
He lets out a shaky breath. ‘Trying to last more than five seconds here and you’re not helping.’
I smile between the sighs. He moves just right and keeps going, and the smile falls clean off my face on a moan. Our rhythm builds, a push and pull that keeps me between pleasure and surrender, ecstasy blazing all the way up through my veins and—
A low thump on the counter.
Elvis?
That furry menace lands in front of me and stares straight at us, tail twitching, then meows with theatrical outrage as if he’s joining a meeting we forgot to invite him to.
A jagged laugh bursts out of me. ‘You have got to be joking.’
Finn’s chest shakes against my back. Elvis meows again, louder this time. Positively demanding.
‘We’re being judged.’ Finn groans, stilling inside me. ‘He’s got shite timing.’
I laugh, breathless. I don’t know how this is my life, but it is. And I’m enjoying every moment.
‘Would you like to move this meeting to my bedroom?’ I ask. ‘Closed door and all that.’
‘Aye. Let me make you come in your bed a million times so you’ll always think of me when you sleep in it.’
He gently pulls out and I turn to make the loss more bearable, catching his mouth in a kiss. My hands find his.
And I let him lead me home.