Chapter 21
Sam
Dazed, Sam shivered as he took her face in his hands. “What?”
“Lie back.” Finn murmured against her pouty lips, tasting her mouth deeply as she leaned in for more. She reached for his cock again, but he stopped her with a groan.
“Sam,” he growled and took hold of her shoulders. “Lie back. I want you to enjoy this.”
She stopped kissing him and leaned back onto her elbows, her eyes on his.
He smiled knowingly at her, and she bit her lower lip as he nodded at her as if asking her to trust him.
Lowering her body back onto the warm brushed cotton sheets, Sam gasped as his hands grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him.
His hands were warm, rough in places. They felt good, right, against her softness.
He settled between her thighs, his powerful legs holding hers apart, heat radiating from his skin.
The rough scrape of his hair against her soft inner thighs sent a delicious shiver through her, making her breath come in gasps.
Panting, she glanced up at him through her eyelashes, almost not daring to look at him at all.
His gaze was unrelenting, almost pinning her in place.
The urge to look away battled with the desire to wrap her legs around him and stare into his eyes as they met.
But she didn’t move. Without touching her, or saying anything, he’d made her feel more desirable than she’d ever felt before.
He leaned over her, his cock heavy against her belly as his eyes sought hers.
His arms framed her, his hands planted either side of her head, keeping her beneath him but never trapping her.
He lowered his head to her ear. “Sam?” he whispered, his voice low, rough but warm.
“You want this, don’t you?” His murmur melted her inhibitions completely.
She nodded, her hands moving, seemingly of their own accord, to skim the sides of his body to cradle his face.
“Yes. Finn.” She pulled him to her, kissing him deeply as his body pressed down gently on hers.
Wrapping her legs around his waist she cried out as his hand ran down her body to grab her ass, his mouth still on hers.
Moaning, she moved gently against the hard length of him, loving how wet and slick they both felt.
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she arched beneath him, her hips silently urging him closer.
As the heat spiked between them, he pulled away, breathless.
He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Before she could protest at his pulling away from her, he caught her wrist, and guided it above her head, his grip a teasing contrast of restraint and invitation.
Sam fluttered her lashes, a smile on her lips.
She willingly offered her other wrist, her heart pounding as he wrapped one large hand around both, effortlessly holding her beneath him.
His other hand stroked her face, then grasped her chin as he kissed her deeply.
His hand grazed her throat, her collarbones and traced a gentle, teasing trail down her body, skimming over her nipples as his mouth pressed down on hers.
His hand settled on her hip, holding her in place as she writhed beneath him. Lifting his head, he opened his eyes.
“I need you.” His hand left her wrists, slowly and deliberately exploring her body, leaving her breathless and dizzy.
He lowered his head to between her thighs, his hands lifted her hips, his mouth tasting her with searing, wet desire.
Sam cried out as his tongue found her clit and he gently licked and sucked it.
Raising her hips higher, his hands moved down, his finger finding her opening, slipping inside, stroking her as he moaned against her.
He slipped another finger in, and she contracted around it, loving his invasion of her most private place.
Heat gathered in her belly, swelling and surging with every stroke.
She tensed around his fingers, her hips gently moving in rhythm with his mouth, her movements begging for more of the wicked and unrelenting pleasure he was giving her.
She raised her hips higher, her hands fists, gripping the sheets, pulsating and moaning with desire.
Finn shifted away from her, his touch dragging across the tender skin of her thighs as if he didn’t want to move.
“Finn?” she called shakily.
“I need to grab something.” Finn stroked her thigh, slowly and promising. His voice was ragged, his gaze dark and devouring. “Don’t move.”
He was back before she could even consider moving, his weight pressing her into the mattress once more.
“Miss me?” There was no time to answer, his mouth was on hers once again, his kiss stealing any answer she might give.
The sharp crinkle of a foil packet opening barely registered with Sam, but somehow the sharp tearing and rustle made her pant, anticipation curling low in her stomach.
“Super-efficient,” she murmured against his lips as he carefully and quickly smoothed the condom over his cock. “Damn.”
“Last chance to change your mind.” His voice was pure gravel. His fingers tightened on her hips as he leaned over her. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you come.”
Sam nodded, dragging him to her, her body answering for her as his hard, taut body burned against hers. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she rubbed against his massive cock, whimpering as he placed his tip at her entrance. He pulled away, his forehead on hers, his breath unsteady. “Say my name.”
Opening her eyes, Sam stared into his. Licking her lips she gasped as he slowly entered her, stopping before going all the way. She grasped his shoulders, crying out as he pulled away.
“Say my name,” he growled as he pressed back into her, slowly and surely.
“Finn,” Sam cried out as he filled her completely, his swollen staff sliding in and out of her slowly, teasingly.
He slid all the way in, and held himself there, as if claiming her.
She pushed against him, relishing how they seemed joined as one, loving how even the slightest movement sent her spiraling into oblivion.
His lips were on her throat, his hands on her wrists. His thrusts steady and deep.
“Fuck, Sam, you’re …” Finn gasped, “… you are amazing.”
Unable to speak, she tightened her legs around him, bucking and thrusting against his steel sheath as the heat inside her began to boil.
Pleasure crackled through Sam, starting at her core and racing outwards.
Every cell in her body burned as he pounded into her, his balls pressing against her as he buried himself in her.
Her cries echoed around the room as she passed the point of no return, her hands pulling free of his wrists to wrap tightly around his shoulders.
Clinging to him, she screamed his name as her orgasm peaked, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
His thrusts went deeper, harder, faster against her wetness.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, her braid long since undone, and held her tightly as his movements became more deliberate.
Sam gasped as the heat she’d thought had gone began to gather deep inside her again.
Panting she writhed, begging him to fill her again, but he continued his slower, deeper sliding in and out of her wet center.
“Fuck me, Finn.” The words slipped out of her without warning. He paused, as if stunned.
“You mean that?”
“Fuck me. Finn,” Sam said, firmly. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Say please,” Finn teased her, sliding out slowly.
“Please!” Sam shifted her hips, her legs pulling him back inside her.
A guttural groan escaped from Finn. He surged against her, plunging into her as she cried his name over and over, her climax building for a second time with each eager thrust until she was bucking uncontrollably beneath him, her breath coming in gasps, her cries rasping in her throat.
Everything faded except for the feel of him, the heat, the intensity.
She broke, pleasure surging more intensely through her than she’d ever felt before—hot, crazy, like wildfire.
With a cry of his name, she tumbled over the edge.
He held her gently as she came, his body shuddering as she shook beneath him.
Her hands found his hips, then his ass, and she pulled him deeper into her, rocking against him, begging him to come with her.
Suddenly he grabbed her, grasping her tightly as he stilled slightly, then his body convulsed, shaking as he reached a crescendo.
He held his breath as he came, his body stiffening as he cried out her name.
Gasping, he laid his forehead against hers and pulled in a ragged breath.
Lying down beside her, he threw his arm over his eyes, as if embarrassed.
Sam snuggled closer to him, almost unsure what to do next.
She’d never experienced this kind of feeling before, this sensation of closeness, and of being completely safe.
At home even. She slowly released a breath.
Was he feeling the same way? Was he nervous too?
She felt the muscles on her forehead relax—she wasn’t nervous, she was with Finn, the place she always should have been.
The place she’d been longing for. She’d the strangest feeling that he felt that too.
Gently she slid her arm over his chest and held him close, shocked to find him trembling.
“Finn?” she whispered as his breathing returned to normal. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” He rolled over to face her, his arms holding her tightly. “I feel like I’m soaring—flying. I feel … like I never want to move. You?”
Lying in his arms should’ve felt strange. Weird. This was her best friend after all, but it didn’t. It felt as if they should have been together already, like this was meant to be.
“Me too.” She nodded. “You …”
“No, you—” He kissed her softly. “You are perfect.”
Sam dipped her head, away from his loving gaze. In his arms she felt perfect. It wasn’t a sensation she was used to feeling.
“Come up here,” Finn said, moving them both until they were settled against the pillows.
Curling in beside him, Sam sighed deeply, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.
Finn drew the duvet up over them, carefully tucking it in around Sam’s shoulders.
Sam sucked on her bottom lip as he pulled her closer to him, his arm felt protective and loving.
His chest rose and fell gently beneath her head.
His fingers toyed gently with her undone hair.
Their eyes met in the dim light, and for a long moment neither of them spoke. Then, Finn brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch soft, delicate. Sam exhaled softly, her fingers tracing absent patterns on his chest.
He stroked her cheek. “Sam. I am here for you. I will never let you down. I couldn’t even if I wanted to because …” He took a deep breath. His eyes glanced down and then back up to hers. “Because I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
Sam stared at him, tears stinging the backs of her eyes.
All these years she’d pretended that he was just Finn, her friend, the person she could tell anything to, the person who knew what she was going through, the first person she wanted to share things with …
all these years she’d pushed away the love she’d felt for him because of that stupid promise.
“Finn.” She squeezed his hand. “We made that promise …” She could still see them, that night walking home from prom, swearing to win before anything else. It felt silly now, but very real.
Finn’s expression flickered, just for a second, as if he couldn’t believe she was talking about a stupid pact they’d made when they were teenagers. That promise—career first, friendship second, then nothing. Well, nothing wasn’t good enough, and time was going by too fast.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter now. “We did, but that was a long time ago.”
“We meant it then, didn’t we?” Sam almost choked on her words.
“Sure, but Sam, why did we ever make that promise in the first place?” He sat up, pulling the duvet closer to them both. “I know now—I was scared. Weren’t you?”
Sam swallowed, suddenly feeling light-headed.
“We were kids,” he said, watching her gently. “We thought love would ruin everything. What if we were wrong? Maybe we were.”
Her heart twisted. He was right. All those years, wasted.
But what if he was wrong? What if the promise was keeping them safe, and focused and winning?
She took a deep, shaky breath. If she told him how she really felt there’d be no going back to before.
She could lose him if it all fell apart.
She plucked at the cotton sheet, her mind racing.
“Sam,” Finn whispered. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same.” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “I’ll be okay, I’ll survive. But if you do—if you’re just scared—Sam, don’t let a promise we made as dumb teenagers stop you from saying what you really feel.”
Sam gasped. Her pulse pounded in her throat. She’d lose him if she didn’t say something—lose him forever. She couldn’t—not when it seemed like she’d just found him. She stopped picking a thread from the sheet and sucked a breath in.
“Back then.” Sam let out her breath. “I seem to remember you said that we would revise it—the promise. I think that maybe, maybe we should revise it.”
His whole body stilled. His hands stayed by his side. Nervously she raised her eyes to his. “I love you, Finn. Always have, same as you.” She smiled weakly. “And yeah, it’s scary.”
“It is, it’s terrifying.” Finn stared at her. He breathed out then opened his arms. “Come here.”
Sam settled into his arms, loving how he seemed custom made for her. He settled his chin on her head, sighing deeply before snuggling down deeper into the pillows. Closing her eyes, Sam sighed. She’d had never felt more seen in her life.