CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – HATTIE #2
“You’re going to regret ever saying that.” I kiss his jaw, sliding one hand down to the buttons of his shirt. I grip his chin with my other hand and force his head back, exposing his neck to me, and run my nose down the column of his throat.
I toy with his buttons, undoing them slightly awkwardly with one hand as my lips explore his neck. He trembles slightly beneath me, as if he’s struggling to hold back.
I’m uncertain, even as I slide back on his lap and kiss down onto his chest. Even Finn feels a little hesitant beneath me, as if he doesn’t quite know where I’m going with this.
I know where I’m going.
At least, I know where I want to go.
This is new. For us both. Another line we haven’t yet crossed, but one that I feel ready to. One that I want to.
I want to touch him.
I want to make him feel good, even if I don’t really know what I’m doing.
I make my way down his body, kissing and flicking my tongue against his taut stomach. His skin is hot beneath my touch, and the way he twitches beneath me between sharp little inhales tells me everything.
He likes it.
I trail my hand down from his neck, running my fingertips over his nipple. My fingers brush the very spots on his stomach I’ve just kissed, and it almost hollows as he inhales deeply.
I take my fingers to his belt and unbuckle it. My lips are hovering just above, painting tiny lines of kisses over towards his hip.
“Harriet...” His voice is tight, almost pained, but any resistance he might be trying to talk into me disappears the moment I undo his trousers and tug the front loose.
My gaze drops to the outline of his hard cock pushing against his underwear. My fingers brush its swollen tip as I hook them beneath the waistband and pull down the fabric, and his cock twitches as its freed from his clothes.
“Are you—”
I drop to my knees between his legs and wrap my hand around the base of his cock. His hips jerk into me, and a small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I peer up at him.
His cheeks are flushed in a way I’ve never seen before. His blue eyes have a hazy, desperate glaze over them, and his hands are flat on the sofa either side of him, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them.
A tiny bead of cum shines from the head of his cock. I flick my tongue out and swipe it over it, tasting him for the first time. He twitches in my hand, and I do it again, making sure to look up at his face this time.
His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, and he’s gripping the nearest cushion like his life depends on it. I’ve never seen him like this before, and the sight of him enjoying such a slight touch makes my pussy ache.
Keeping my gaze fixed on him, I run my tongue around the head of his cock. He clenches his jaw, flexing his hips towards me, and I take my chance. I wet my lips and wrap them around him, pulling his tip into my mouth and sucking lightly.
“Fuck. Hattie—”
He stops when I pull back, but right before he can speak, I do it again, drawing him in a little further this time.
I don’t know if I’m doing this right. I only have his reactions to go on, but if the way he’s looking down at me with a heated, hooded gaze I’ve never seen before is anything to go by, I’m doing something right.
I use my tongue as I bob my head up and down. I take his cock deeper into my mouth, little by little, making sure to lavish attention on the very tip whenever I come up.
“Hattie, you... Shit. I didn’t mean... Fuck. You don’t have to do this.”
I pull back and spit on the tip, then use my hand to spread my saliva the entirety of his length. “Finn?”
“What, baby?” he asks hoarsely, meeting my gaze.
“Shut up and accept your apology like a good boy.”
“Fuck.” His cock hardens in my grasp, and he groans, flexing his hips into my fist.
I lower my mouth to him once again. His gentle thrusts match my movements, and each one forces him a little deeper into my throat.
“Use your hand, too,” he murmurs, bringing his to the side of my face. He brushes his fingers through my hair and cups the back of my head, winding his fingers through my hair and almost knotting it.
I do as he says, moving my hand at the base of his cock while my mouth works the top. My lips brush against the side of my finger and thumb when they meet, and his thrusts get a little rougher, pushing me to my limits.
The head of his cock teases the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes.
“Fuck, Hattie. You’re taking it so well. That feels so good.” He tugs slightly on my hair, making me look at him. “You look so fucking sexy swallowing my cock like that.”
His words shoot right through me, tickling all the right spots. The little ache in my clit from earlier is now a full-blown arousal, and despite the discomfort in my throat, I keep going, keep taking him deeper.
I’m not sure who’s in control anymore. I don’t know if I still have the upper hand or if Finn is completely in charge as he relentlessly fucks my mouth. All I know is that he’s watching me, his hot gaze never leaving my face.
He clenches his jaw. “Hattie, stop, I’m—”
He tries to pull my head back, but I squeeze my hand around his cock and suck harder.
I want all of him. Every drop. Every last bit of his cum.
I want to taste him the way he’s tasted me so many times.
“Fuck!” His cock pulses hotly, and a deep, vibrating groan reverberates through the air. His cum shoots out, coating my tongue in hot ropes that just keep coming. I work him with my hand, drawing everything out of him until he has nothing left to give, and...
I swallow.
I sputter at the salty taste of it, pulling back and letting his cock fall free from my mouth.
“Did you...” He trails off, staring down at me with wide eyes.
I wipe my mouth and look away. “It was an instinct.”
“Fuck. Hattie, fuck. Come here.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up onto his lap. “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, wrapping one of his arms around my waist. “Tell me, did you enjoy that?”
I bite my lower lip, hesitating for a second as if admitting that I did is something unspeakably dirty, then nod.
Because I did.
I more than enjoyed it.
I fucking loved having him at my mercy. Fucking loved the power it gave me to know I was in control of his entire body in those moments.
“Let me feel.” He slips his hand between us and under my dress.
I already know what he’s going to find. My pussy has been pulsing and clenching the entire time he was in my mouth, so there’s no doubt he’s going to feel just how wet I am within a heartbeat.
“Well, shit,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers across the wet fabric of my underwear. “You’re soaked.”
“I—”
“Seems like I need to do something about that.”
I swallow. “I was just...”
He kisses me when I’m mid-word, and he slides his tongue between my lips to meet mine. I squeal. He’s going to taste himself on me because I can still taste him, and—
He groans. “I taste so good on your tongue.”
Holy.
Shit.
Who is this Finn, and what is he doing to me?
“My turn,” he whispers against my lips. He slips his fingers beneath my underwear and easily slides two into my wet pussy. “Apology noted. But you didn’t think I’d let you get away with lying to me, did you?”
“Ah.” I clench around his curling fingers. “I’m sorry.”
“Not sorry enough.” He kisses my neck. “Now, it’s time for your punishment.”