Chapter 26 #2
“Finn…” I felt my cheeks warm, but this was too important to avoid. “I’ve not let myself be with anyone for a very long time. And I think there is still a lot we both need to figure out, but I’m tired of pretending it’s fake too.”
He kissed me next; desperation mixed with relief. I climbed over his lap, threading my fingers into his hair as he deepened the kiss.
“Alex,” he kissed my jaw, my neck. I felt his cock stir beneath me. “I need to ask you something.”
“What?” I rocked against him and he groaned, sending a spike of desire and adrenaline through me. He didn’t answer and I sat back, worried. His gaze moved over my body, his pupils blown wide.
“Is that what you wore to work?” The question caught me off guard and I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped my throat.
“You want to know about my suit?” I raised an eyebrow.
“It’s just…” he flashed me a wolfish smile. “You look really fuckin’ hot. Just the thought of you taking control, wearing that…” He swallowed instead of finishing.
“Commander, are you sure you’ve got any… issues with your equipment?”
Finn laughed. “Lieutenant Commander, and trust me darlin’, bein’ horny is one thing. Bein’ able to do anything about it is another.” He turned sober a minute. “I don’t want you to be disappointed if my body won’t cooperate.”
I took his words as a challenge. Not only to bring him pleasure, but to show him exactly how extraordinary and desirable he still was.
“Do you trust me?” I looked directly into his eyes as his entire body stiffened beneath me.
I watched fear cross his features, watched him wrestle with his feelings. I knew he trusted me, but I needed him to say it more for himself.
“Finn, let me take care of you,” I said gently, resting a hand on his upper thigh. I could already see the hard ridge pressing against his pants.
“Okay,” he nodded. “It just might—oh!” I ghosted my fingers over him, brushing gently. “… it just might take longer. Might not work the way we want…”
“We’ve got all the time in the world, flyboy,” I smiled, brushing my lips over his.
There was something about this side of him, the intensely vulnerable and unsure part, that made me bolder.
All I cared about was taking care of him, growing wet at the thought of showing him exactly what I thought about his body and his fears.
I moved so I was only straddling one leg, shifting his farther apart with my knee as the heat of his thigh pressed against my through the silk of my trousers.
His shirt had ridden up slightly from the movement, revealing the dark trail of hair over solid muscle that led from his navel downward, and I had to resist the urge to trace it with my fingertips.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his pants and briefs, pulling gently as he lifted his hips, the dark trail of hair continuing down.
He sprang free, and seeing all of him made my mouth water; the contrast of darker skin, the ridge of veins, the way he was already responding to just my gaze.
He was beautiful in a way I needed to explore with every sense I had.
He wasn’t completely hard, but I could work with it.
I trailed my fingertips over the mesh pattern on his thigh where they’d harvested skin for a graft. His muscle contracted below it. The texture was so different from the surrounding skin, smoother in some places, rougher in others, but still warm, still him, still perfect.
I was aware of him watching me, eyes fixed on me to see how I’d react. I leaned over and kissed the scars, feeling his body relax slightly. I reached for the tissue box and set it next to him.
“You’re gonna need those,” I winked as I straightened and shucked off my jacket, tossing it on the chair before tucking my hair behind my ears. “You’ll know when.”
Finn took a deep shuddering breath.
“Look at you,” I cooed, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and pulling gently at the velvet over steel, hot and heavy in my palm. “Finn, you’re magnificent.”
That earned me a moan as he grew a bit harder. This was easier than he realized, each reaction giving me a perfect roadmap. I leaned forward and kissed his jaw, then his neck, working him methodically with my hand, base to head. I licked my thumb and stroked it over the tip.
“That feels so good,” he gripped the duvet. “Fuck, Alex, if I knew you were this good with your hands…”
“Mmm,” I smiled, backing down his body a bit.
“Let that be a lesson to you.” I braced a hand against his thigh, feeling the coarse hair beneath my palm as I bent down to lick him with the flat of my tongue.
My brain tried to catalog every sensation, salt and skin and something uniquely him, as my body overrode thought with pure want.
“You feel like velvet,” I licked my lips. His eyes were fixed on me, and when I caught his gaze, he hardened even more. Seeing him watch my reactions to his was more intoxicating than any physical sensation.
“You like that don’t you,” I purred, collecting his precum with my fingers and spreading it down his shaft.
“You like watching me between your legs, like when I tell you how handsome and perfect you are.” I swirled my tongue over his tip, using my hands to pump him as I took his head into my mouth.
I knew I couldn’t take all of him, my own sensitivities not allowing it, but I didn’t think it mattered, because he was coming unglued bit by bit right in front of me, and it was glorious.
His chest rose and fell harder, faster, his increasingly unfocused gaze fixed on me any time I looked up at him.
It didn’t take long at all before he was fully hard from the combination of my praise, hands, and tongue. I gripped him harder this time, applying more pressure and friction.
“Are you going to come for me?” I licked him base to tip again.
He was pressed against the headboard, hips bucking toward me.
He watched me, pupils completely blown and eyes wild.
He had threaded the fingers of one hand into my hair, not forcing me down, but holding on, the change in his grip another indicator as to what he liked and how close he was.
I cupped his balls in my hand, squeezing gently. “Show me what you’ve got, cowboy.”
That’s all it took for him to come, making the most exquisite sounds I’d ever heard.
He covered himself with the tissues he’d pulled out of the box as soon as I’d put my tongue on him while I pumped him through his climax.
I took the tissues from him and tossed them in the wastebasket before pulling more to clean him off. He’d melted against the bed.
“You have no idea how hot it is to watch you come undone like that,” I confessed, pulling his bottoms back up, allowing my fingers to trail briefly through the coarse hair at his navel, his stomach muscles contracting under my touch.
I planted a light kiss over the trail, breathing in bergamot and cloves and sweat and sex, a scent I wanted to memorize, bottle, keep forever.
“Alex,” he panted, looking at me as I returned to him. “Darlin’ that was so good. Shit, you were so good. You were incredible.” My cheeks burned as I nestled up against his side and kissed him as he wrapped his arms around me.
“You may have a point about delayed gratification after all, Lieutenant Commander,” I curled against his chest. He laughed fully despite his exhaustion, and I decided I unquestionably wanted to hear that sound for the rest of my life if I had the chance.