Chapter 2 #2
“It feels good,” I say, gasping as he fills me again with his fingers.
“Good girl. I like that you listen. You know what’s expected of a dirty girl like you.”
Oh, fuck, I like that. I’ve never been called that before. “Say it again,” I whimper.
His eyes flash. “Dirty girl. Filthy fucking girl.” His fingers glide in deeper and I moan. “You like that?”
I nod slightly, mouth hanging open. “Again.”
“Dirty fucking girl.” He pulls his fingers back. “On all fours. I want my cock in your mouth.”
Oh, hell. I do it quickly, before I have time to think.
I get on all fours and lean over him, one hand around his thick shaft.
He reaches back, hand stroking down my back—and I know he sees the scars.
I know he can feel them. But he doesn’t even hesitate, like they aren’t even there.
He slips his hand around my ass and strokes my pussy as I lean down to take him into my mouth.
Pleasure bursts through me. I lick at his tip, feeling tentative.
He tastes nice though, and he’s really big.
I like that he fills up my mouth. I let my spit roll down his shaft as he strokes my pussy faster.
I suck him, moaning, stroking and licking, not totally sure what I’m doing but at least I’m loving it.
“Look at you, dirty girl, sucking my cock while I tease your pussy. You like this, don’t you?
You like taking my cock in your pretty little mouth.
I wanted to feel your lips wrapped around me the second I saw you in that pool, you dirty girl.
You’re so fucking beautiful, and look at how pretty you are now. ”
I moan, going faster. That’s my straight-up weakness. He’s calling me dirty, and pretty, and, god, I don’t know the last time somebody told me this stuff. I’m craving more, craving him. I suck him wildly, not caring anymore, as his fingers keep making me feel like I’m going to break.
“Deeper,” he orders, ripping my hair. He pushes his cock further into my mouth.
It’s a surprise, but I take him, whimpering as I do it.
Tears form in my eyes. “That’s good. Fuck, Caroline, that’s so good.
” He pulls back, groaning. I think he’s riding the edge just like I am, and that almost breaks me.
I take him into my throat without having to be told, gagging once, but not caring.
He loves it. He’s moaning, low and masculine, like he’s about to burst in my mouth.
I want him to. I want to ruin him and make him come before he’s even inside of me.
But he suddenly grabs my hair and pulls me back, making me gasp in surprise.
He crushes my mouth with his, hungry for me, before he turns me until both my knees are on the bench and my elbows are on the level above.
His one hand grips my hair. The other takes his cock and strokes his shaft along my pussy, spreading my wetness along his length. “Tell me you want me inside of you,” he roars urgently in my ear. “I need to fuck you, Caroline. Beg me to fuck you, dirty girl.”
“Please, Finn, fuck me. I want it.”
I’m so dripping wet that he fills me with one easy stroke. I gasp, fingers curling into the damp, warm wood. He’s big and I’ve never felt anything like him before. I bite my lip, whispering, “oh, frick, oh, frick,” until he leans forward and pulls my chin back to meet him.
He kisses me. Slowly, he fills me, pulls back, fills me again. There’s still pain, but when he bites my lower lip, I like the way it hurts. It means he’s in me, taking me and stretching me to my limits. I like being pushed.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers, voice trembling as he fucks me faster, stroking in to the hilt. He holds one breast and bites my shoulder as he strokes into me. “God, you feel so fucking incredible. Look at how beautiful you are.”
My scars, oh, god, my scars, I know he can see my scars. I haven’t thought of that before letting him fuck me from behind, but they’re right in front of him, right in his face—
He leans forward and kisses one.
I gasp in shock. I arch back almost automatically.
Nobody ever touches them. They’re so ugly.
They’re straight-up hideous. But he kisses another, whispering how pretty I am as he fucks me, and I honestly can’t believe how good this is, how much I like the attention.
The way he’s not pulling away, like he’s not pretending my scars don’t exist, it’s intoxicating.
He can see me. He feels me. And he’s not afraid.
I lose myself then. I let go of it all and buck back against him, wanting every hard inch.
I beg him to fuck me. It’s a sweaty, glorious mess, his cock slamming into my pussy.
It hurts and feels incredibly good all at once.
I urge him faster, holding on so tight my knuckles turn white, and I know I can’t handle more.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he begs, and it’s the note of desperation in his voice that finally ruins me. “Come for me, please, I need to feel it.”
I shatter for him, breaking into a thousand little pieces.
I come hard, nearly blacking out. It’s so hot in here and I’m so sweaty.
I hadn’t even realized I was right up against my limits.
He thrusts harder and my orgasm seems to finally give him the release he needs.
He moans, tone shaking, as he pulls out and strokes himself.
I feel his heat splatter across my bare ass.
“Fuck,” he whispers, tugging me against him. He kisses me hungrily, smearing his cock against my tummy. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”
I kiss him back and gasp for breath. “Pool,” I say, tugging at his thick hair. “Pool now, please.”
He practically drags me from the sauna. I’m laughing, dizzy and high from heat and sex. His cum’s still on my ass. I’m hysterical as I jump into the pool beside him.
We splash down together. Sweat and fluid washes away as I float on my back, staring up at the stars with a giddy smirk. I feel him nearby, dark shape in the water, like a lurking shark. He does lazy slow circles.
“I’m glad you decided to stay,” he says.
That makes me laugh again. I don’t even know why. I’m still high from the incredible sex. I feel a little bad and glance over. He doesn’t seem to mind. “I bet you are,” I tell him.
“I haven’t had a woman in here in a long time.” He seems more thoughtful than anything.
“Really? You seem like you know what you’re doing.”
“Not in the slightest.” I get the feeling he doesn’t mean sex right now. I shiver from the look he gives me, like that hunger’s back. I don’t understand it. I had assumed he’s craving my body—but he got his fill already.
Unless he’s ready to fuck me again?
But I don’t think that’s it.
I look away, back at the stars, trying to shake this strange feeling.
“I’m not happy you caught me, but I guess it could’ve gone worse.”
His laugh in return takes some of the anxiety out of me.
“It’s not the worst thing in the world to catch a beautiful woman skinny dipping in my pool.”
“I was taking a sauna, not skinny dipping. You make me sound like a stupid teenager.”
“Fair point.” He paddles closer. He’s very graceful, I’ll give him that, and he looks incredible still. “You don’t have to worry, you know.”
“About what?”
“Your job.”
I snort and splash him lightly. “I hadn’t even thought about it.”
“Liar.” He continues to circle me. “Are you going to take a sauna tomorrow night?”
“Are you insinuating you want this to happen again?”
“No.” He stops suddenly. I glance over, surprised at the intensity in his reply. But he’s smiling still. “I mean, I would never be so presumptuous.”
I get the feeling something just changed. I don’t know what, but I get off my back and sink under the water slightly, covering my naked chest. I feel cold, even though the pool is heated to a comfortable temperature.
“I should go. I mean, I’ve already taken up all your time.”
“You don’t need to leave.”
“I’m not. It’s just, you know. I have other clients.” Which is a total lie. I feel guilty saying it, but I don’t know how else to extract myself.
He doesn’t seem to believe me, but he doesn’t call me on it either. “Then we’ll leave it here.”
I hesitate. What do I do now? I’ve never had a one-night stand before. A few minutes ago, we were kissing and fucking like wild. Now I feel the distance slam down between us again.
I’m just some girl. Maybe he thinks I’m pretty, God knows why, but it ends there. He doesn’t want more, and I don’t think I do either. He’s too intense and it’s like he lives in a different world.
I knew luxury like this, once upon a time, but I gave all that up.
Now I clean gorgeous apartments. I don’t live in them.
Whatever this was tonight, it was a one-time thing. I can’t risk repeating it.
I swim to the ladder and hesitate. He’s going to see me naked if I get out. But what’s that matter? He already has.
Finn watches carefully as I climb out. I’m very aware of his eyes on my body as I hurry over to grab a towel from a pile near the door. I dry myself and awkwardly dress while he continues to stare. Once my clothes are on, I start feeling like myself again. The dream shatters and fades.
I’m the help. He’s the millionaire.
I’m the one who will clear up our mess tomorrow night.
“Same time?” I ask, feeling shy.
“Same time,” he confirms.
“And will you…?” I trail off, feeling awful for asking.
But he still doesn’t seem insulted. “No, Caroline. I won’t be here.”
I’m not relieved. I thought I would be, but I’m not.
“Okay. Well. I won’t use the pool anymore.”
“Feel free. No, really. When you’re finished, feel free to sauna and swim. I’ll leave you alone if I happen to catch you.”
I bite my lip. I want to say, you don’t have to, but I keep my mouth shut. Because is that something I really want? To get tangled up with some terrifying, beautiful rich man?
Better to keep my distance.
I learned that many times the hard way.
“Good night, Finn.”
“Good night, Caroline.”
I rush out of there. I don’t feel entirely safe until I’m back on the dirty sidewalk where I belong, almost jogging toward the nearest bus stop, praying I’ll catch the last one.
Meanwhile, the glass dome at the top of his building glitters in the moonlight, and I find it hard to believe I was just up there, if something like that is even possible.
Probably not. Just a nightmare, that’s all.