Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
Lou
The sharp edge of my breakfast table digs right into my ass when Finn just keeps walking me backward, both of us lost in the kiss.
I couldn’t care less.
I’ve been lost in his lustful gaze since we got into the cab to come to my place, and no pointy countertops are going to stop me from getting dicked down, dammit.
“You okay?” Finn asks when he regrettably stops kissing me. I guess I might’ve yelped.
“M’fine,” I mumble and try to drag him back down to my lips. Alas, he resists. “Finn,” I whine.
“Are you sure you want this? Tonight?” He looks so adorably concerned, but too bad it’s annoying me right now. I truly believe at any other moment I would melt at the way the Italian god cares about my sensibilities.
“Yes, I am.” I try to sound sure and decisive, but it comes out angry and impatient. “You already made us wait until we were in Chicago. We’re in Chicago now, so what is it this time?” An awful, disgusting thought flits through my mind, and I can’t forget about it. It’s like a bright neon sign now. “You don’t want me,” I say in a monotone voice.
All the emotion leaks out of my body; that’s a survival move.
“No,” he shouts and cups my cheeks with a stronger grip than before. “No, no, no, cutie. I do want you. I want you so damn much.” He groans and kisses me again, but I can’t seem to kiss him back.
I believe him, I do. But it seems like my body doesn’t.
“Lou,” he murmurs, his lips so close they brush against mine. “Look at me, please,” he begs, sounding tortured.
I didn’t realize I’d closed my eyes, so they open way too wide at his plea. Jesus, this is a mess. I bet I look insane right about now.
“I swear, I do want you,” he repeats. “It’s just that I really want you to know that, and that I respect you. I know you’ve been hurt before?—”
I shut him up with my pointer finger pressed to his lips.
“I don’t want to talk about that right now, Finn. I don’t want to think about that. All I want is to feel you. To look at you , to capture every second I spend with you . Our happily ever fucking after starts now, and I’m not gonna let anyone stop us, Finn Heart. Not even you.”
His Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow, but then a soft smile tilts his lips.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. Then he’s finally pressed against me again, his lips devouring mine.
“Take me to bed,” I murmur, and it sounds simultaneously like a command and like I’m begging.
He doesn’t question my motives or my words this time, he just pulls back and takes my hand.
“This is your place, cutie. I have no clue where your bed is.” His amused smirk is fucking gorgeous, and instead of doing the right thing and giving him a tour of the place I hope he’ll spend a lot of time in, I just start walking, and I don’t stop until we’re in my bathroom, then I start to undress him.
“We need these off to shower off the flight and get me ready. Then you can take me to bed.” There’s no room for doubt that time, it’s a command, and his delighted burst of laughter only makes me move faster.
I go right for the shower gel and lather my whole body quickly, and start prepping myself while the water washes all the suds away. Finn’s halfway down his legs when he must notice the hand I have behind my back, or maybe it’s my concentration face that gives me away.
“That’s my job,” he growls, his voice deeper than normal.
As he closes the distance between us and turns me forcibly around, the sweet accountant I’ve come to know is nowhere to be found, but I don’t mind that. Not one bit.
Because he gets right to work with his fingers, and only a few moments later with his mouth.
“Yes,” I moan, the word echoing in my tiny bathroom. “More,” I beg, and I don’t stop begging until he pulls completely back.
The room’s full of steam, so I don’t bother with much more than a half-assed rub down with my towel, then I sprint to the bed and reach over to the nightstand where I have an unopened box of condoms, and I take one out.
“You go right here,” I pat the mattress next to me, and with that half-amused, half-hungry smirk on his face he follows my command and pulls me in for a filthy kiss.
Without separating our lips, I throw a leg over his hips and straddle him. I comb the fingers of one hand through his silky black hair and reach for the condom with the other. I stop the kiss only to look down and open the foil packet then smooth it down his cock.
“Lube,” I groan, and have to move away to get it from the still open drawer.
“Hurry,” he says in a breathless voice.
“I am, I am.”
I’m back on his lap less than a minute later, and even less after that I’m lifting up and reaching back to line him up. The first breach of his wide tip gives the most perfect sting, and since he prepped me so well, I can sink slowly but without stopping until I’m sitting fully on him.
“So good,” he groans and throws his head against the wall.
I cup his cheeks and pull him up, his hands go to my ass and squeeze hard, and then I’m riding, riding, riding.
I pull back, lean forward, searching for the position where he’ll hit that perfect spot, and when I find it, I don’t stop. It takes over both of us. I see he’s lost in the pleasure but can’t do anything but moan and bounce on his dick.
It’s pure, glorious fucking.
I reach down and jack off without breaking my stride, and when my balls draw up, when I feel that delicious warmth spread over my center, I feel how much tighter my hole gets around him, so I take him over the edge with me.
* * *
“Are you taking me for soup?” Finn asks. He’s on his side, head leaning on his hand and his other hand busy stroking my chest.
I sigh in contentment, and nod.
“I think we should go tonight. I need to go to work tomorrow, and I mean, I could take you tomorrow night, but I don’t know if you need to go back to Crushville in the morning?—”
He kisses my rambling thoughts away, and leaves me a little dazed when he pulls back.
“How about I tell you what I’d like us to do and then you amend to what you’re comfortable with okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“So I’d like to stay here tonight, sleep next to you again?—”
“I thought that was a given,” I protest.
“Well, I don’t want you to feel obligated. I could get a hotel room.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” I say, louder this time.
“Okay, then I’ll stay here tonight. We can make soup or something simple for dinner. Then tomorrow when you go to work, I’d like to stay here and work a little myself. Then when you get back, we go to that soup place you’ve been teasing me with, then we come back here to... sleep,” he says suggestively and I can’t keep the giggle in.
“I like that plan very much so far.”
“That’s good cutie, but I have one more thing.”
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“Then on Wednesday morning, we drive over to Crushville and we can work from my place there, and then I can take you out to my favorite restaurant. How do you feel about that plan?”
“It sounds perfect.”