Chapter 16
Vee
As the elevator rose, I unsuccessfully tried not to think about Fin’s promise or threat.
I read an advertisement on the wall showcasing the Taverne in the Sky, a restaurant and bar on the fifth floor.
I wasn’t interested in food or drink. When the elevator doors opened to the fourth floor, my hunger was more specific and specialized.
With my core twisting and my nipples hardening at the prospect of what was to come, I couldn’t say what I craved was sex.
That term was too broad. Who I wanted—what I wanted—was the man at my side, the handsome one with eyes that saw more of me than anyone ever had.
I desired the man who introduced me to the act of lovemaking with patience and gentleness and also taught me unconditional trust while showing me unbridled lust.
Fin introduced me not only to lovemaking but fucking. Unabashed, dirty, breathless, and sweaty fucking. The years we were apart only honed his skill set. In his arms I was safe and secure enough to let down my shields. That was something I realized now that I only have ever done with him.
Decades of memories came back in a flash.
At twenty years of age, I was too young and inexperienced to understand that I should be shy or even ashamed of my body. Yes, I surrendered my body to Fin, but not all at once. He pursued each step unrelentingly and at the same time, reverently.
My breasts.
His hands.
My breasts.
His lips.
My pussy.
His hands.
My pussy.
His lips.
His teeth.
Each advancement was met with admiration from Fin, allowing my confidence not just to grow but to flourish. The ecstasy he provided was a drug. I craved more.
With Fin, I discovered the elation that came from giving. Not only giving my body and mind but giving pleasure. His was the first penis I saw, touched, tasted, and felt within me. Watching him come apart was as powerful as falling apart.
And then he was gone.
Sex wasn’t difficult to find.
It was that sex wasn’t enough. There wasn’t the connection that Fin and I shared.
That was what I craved—our connection.
We remained quiet as we walked down the hallway, hand in hand.
Fin lifted his phone screen to the lock.
The green light flashed, and the locking mechanism swirled.
One of the bedside lamps was illuminated, creating a bubble of warm light.
The windows no longer appeared transparent.
The dark sky above the busy street transformed them into mirrors. Our bed was turned down.
Just like the night in Lexington after the fraternity dance when I gave Fin a part of me that only he can have, I was enthralled with the man he had become.
As he closed the door, he lifted my chin, bringing my lips to his.
The scent of his sandalwood cologne, the chill of his coat, and the taste of his old-fashioned on my lips were the perfect combination. The deep baritone of his words and sounds ricocheted through me as the energy in his kiss flowed through my circulation.
My wool coat fell to the carpet.
Fin’s coat slipped to the floor. He pulled at the sling.
“Help me get this damn sling off.”
“Lacy said—”
His finger came to my lips. “Yes, Fin.”
Holy Mother of God.
“Yes, Fin,” I said. It was my answer to everything he promised: the window, the sofa, the bed. Yes, to purple bracelets. Yes, to submitting to the only man I ever had or ever would. I nodded as I reached for the buckle on the sling. “Yes, Fin.”
Once it was off, he flexed his arm.
“How is the shoulder?” I asked.
“Stiff.” His sapphire gaze narrowed. “I’m going to need both hands for what I have planned.”
His words were the striking of a match.
It wasn’t the heat flowing from the register that warmed me. It was the power and devotion in his stare.
“Come here.” He crooked his finger.
Obediently, I stepped closer.
Fin reached for the hem of my sweater. I lifted my arms, allowing him to pull the soft knit over my head. He unbuttoned my blue jeans. Suddenly, he was on his knees.
“Lift your feet.”
One by one he removed my boots and socks.
Looking up through eyelashes too long and lush for a man, Fin gave me a sexy grin as he tugged my blue jeans down my hips and legs.
I stepped out of them, panting with anticipation.
My panties were the next to go.
I reached out to the wall for balance as he lifted my left leg over his right shoulder.
“I love your sweet scent.”
I shrieked as his tongue lapped my folds. “Fin.”
Like a man denied provisions, Fin licked and sucked.
Lights twinkled behind my eyelids, like the ones on the trees outside the hotel. The world tilted and I was in his arms, cradled against his chest. “Stop, you will hurt your shoulder.”
“No, Vee. You’re supposed to say ‘yes, Fin.’”
Shaking my head, I repeated his phrase.
Fin lowered me to the king-sized bed.
I watched as he removed his shirt, unbuckled his belt, lowered his blue jeans, kicked off his shoes. Nibbling my lip, I enjoyed the unveiling of the masterpiece before me. Every toned muscle, the bulging veins, and the growing erection between his thighs.
Fin offered me his hand.
Without hesitation, I laid my fingers in his palm.
“I promised you the window.”
Nodding, I flipped the switch on the bedside lamp. The transparency was back. Willingly, I walked to the glass. Four stories below, the fans had all gone home. Their plans for an after-party were ruined by the Vikings.
“Hands on the windows.”
I splayed my fingers on the cool glass, circles of steam forming around them. Fin gathered my hair, moving it over one shoulder. His kisses began on the sensitive skin behind my ear. Kisses and licks. Licks and sucks. Goose bumps materialized in the wake of his talented lips.
The hardness of his cock pressed against my lower back.
His large hands and long fingers moved over my body, tugging my hips to pull my ass toward him.
Step by step, Fin molded me to the position that would bring me ultimate pleasure.
Fin knew from his earlier exploration with his lips and tongue that I was wet.
That didn’t stop him from delving one finger and then two between my folds.
At the same time, he tended to me, circling my clit, kneading my breasts, and pinching my hardened nipples.
My hands slid on the condensation-covered glass and my knees bent as I moved to the rhythm he created. It was the beat to the song our mutual noises sang.
The orgasm hit without a warning. A defying thunderclap. The pyrotechnics of earlier. My hands slid on the glass as I screamed his name as other less distinguishable sounds came from my lips. My entire body trembled as Fin stopped his torture, seized my hips, and thrust inside me.
My core tightened around his invasion, despite the incredible orgasm still ricocheting throughout my nervous system. Panting for breath, I let my forehead fall to the window as I synced with Fin’s accelerating rhythm.
When I looked up, the window was covered in steam.
How can it not be?
The heat we created was tropical despite the plummeting temperatures outside.
Fin’s thrusts came faster as his breathing quickened.
Through the steam or maybe because of it, I saw our reflection, muted as if someone had added a smoky filter.
Holding my breath, I watched Fin’s face, wondering if the people below could see his masculine beauty, the way his neck strained, and how the tendons and muscles in his neck and cheeks pulled tight.
Or if they could witness the rugged expression of pure bliss as he took what I willingly gave.
I was so enthralled with watching that I was caught off guard as a new orgasm began to build. Unlike the first one, this one came on slowly, inching its way through my circulation, a slow and steady train, as nerve endings sparked and synapses fired.
As the pressure mounted, I wiped away the steam and splayed my fingers as we both came undone.
Fin’s name echoed through the suite, accompanied by his guttural roar.
His fingers held fast to my hips, pulling me to him and holding me tight.
My eyes closed as my back arched. Within me, his cock throbbed as my core pulsated. Words and curses came from behind me as his orgasm continued. Finally, the warmth and weight of his body curled over mine. Fin encircled my waist with his strong arms.
His deep baritone whisper taunted my perspiration-coated skin. “Next is the couch.”
A smile curled my lips. “Yes, Fin.”