7. Tamara #2
He smiles again, and this time when he steps closer, I forget to move away because I can smell his citrussy cologne, and my pussy is reliving the first moment his tongue touched my clit.
“You.” He shrugs. “She’s your sister, and I know it would make you happy.”
“But…”
“You don’t get it, do you?” He takes another step towards me, and I can see the black flecks amongst the green of his irises. “You’ve got all of me, Tamara. You had me yesterday, before we—”
“Don’t say it!” I interrupt him.
“I know you don’t want to let me in,” he continues anyway, “and I’m fine with that. I can be patient. I just want you to know that I’m not going anywhere. The only way you’re getting rid of me is if you put a bullet through my chest right here.”
He takes my hand and places it over his heart.
I can feel the steady beat against my palm. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Matching my own heartbeat, and I know that I could never aim a loaded gun at him and pull the trigger. A sob builds somewhere low in my chest at the thought of watching him die.
“You don’t want to fuck me again…” He shrugs. “That’s fine too. I’ll wait forever for you. I’ll still be waiting for you when I take my dying breath.”
The silence stretches out endlessly between us.
He isn’t asking for anything. He isn’t giving me orders or telling me who or what or where to be.
It might be a ploy to get me to trust him, so I refuse to let my barriers down, but I will be truthful.
He has earned that much from me. Even if it will make Leonid angry.
“I do want to.” My voice barely reaches my own ears.
He blinks, and I chew my bottom lip. “Say it again, sweetheart.”
“I do want to fuck you.”
Perhaps we are destined for relentless interruptions because, at that moment, footsteps approach us from behind the container, and Finn’s mouth is on mine, shielding me with his body from prying eyes.
I keep my eyes open, but I can’t see whoever it is behind his wide shoulders.
“Everyone is wanted quayside,” a man’s voice says. “I’ll give you a moment.”
Finn raises one hand in acknowledgement, and I hear the intruder’s footsteps receding.
But he doesn’t pull away. He cups my face with both hands and says, “Where were we?” his voice thick with desire.
“I said I want to fuck you.” The words spill out before I can stop them.
His eyes drift up to the white hard hat I’m wearing. “It suits you. I’ve never fucked anyone in a hard hat before.”
“Is it sexy as fuck too?”
He chuckles. “You’re sexy as fuck, Tamara. You could be wearing a sack, and I would still want to fuck you.” He takes my hand and places it over the solid tent inside his pants.
“I’m not sure I want to test that theory.”
“Maybe I’ll convince you someday.”
I don’t even feel his hands moving until I hear the zipper on my skirt being pulled and it slides down over my hips. “Finn, what are you—”
His tongue slides between my lips, stopping me mid-sentence. “I love it when you say my name.”
I didn’t even realize I’d said it out loud. “I love it when you fuck me with your tongue.”
“You really have no idea, do you?” He drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I don’t lose the privilege.”
Then he crouches in front of me and sucks the mound of my pussy through my panties.
“You’re still fucking saturated.” He peers up at me, and my pulse races at the sight of his face between my legs.
I spread my legs wide and forget that the dock worker might come back again when Finn pulls my panties aside and inserts a finger inside me, stroking my clit with his thumb.
“I want to feel your tongue on me.” I’m already breathless like I just ran from one dock to the next, my orgasm waiting to be unleashed.
He tugs my panties down over my hips, and I manage to get one foot out of them before he spreads my thighs and drags his tongue flat across my clit.
Pleasure explodes low in my belly, and I tilt my head back against the container behind me, reaching out for something to hold onto and finding nothing.
I feel one of Finn’s fingers inside me, probing, pumping, while his tongue gives my clit the attention I demanded. Then something solid, another finger, explores the entrance between my ass cheeks, and I gasp.
“Steady,” he murmurs, barely breaking his rhythm. “Relax, I won’t hurt you.”
I throw my shoulders back and my pelvis forward, rubbing my pussy in his face, and give into the unusual burn when his finger probes deeper between my ass cheeks. My legs are trembling. But just like earlier, the more he gives me, the more I want, like he’s a drug, and I’m already addicted.
“More,” I pant.
And he obliges by sliding a second finger into my pussy, stretching me open, a distraction from the burn at my back entrance.
My orgasm is right there, waiting to be tipped over the edge. I rub my clit back and forth across his tongue, taking what I want while he slides a third finger deep inside my pussy. “Don’t stop.” I barely recognize my own voice.
Sliding a hand underneath my sweater, I find my pierced nipple and expose it to the cool air, pinching and tweaking, adding to the pleasure rippling through me.
Finn understands. He stops licking and sucks on my clit, tugging it between his front teeth, flicking it at the same time with his tongue.
I can’t hold back any longer. When my orgasm erupts, my legs tremble violently, but Finn doesn’t stop. He sucks while wave after wave of sheer blissful pleasure rolls through me and I practically collapse on top of him.
He sets me down gently on the grass, and I don’t move, peering up at him with a small smile on my face as he stretches out alongside me, one finger still stroking between my legs.
“I could spend the rest of my life making you come.” He kisses me tenderly, sharing my taste with me.
“You’d get bored.”
“Not a chance in fucking hell. This smile…” He kisses the corners of my mouth. “Is everything.”
I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything.
“I want to fuck you, sweetheart. I want to fill you up with my cum, but I don’t want to perform for an audience, and something tells me we should get out of here.”
He gives me one last lingering kiss then helps me onto my feet and pulls my panties and skirt back up, fastening the zip and straightening my hard hat.
“I believe we were looking for your sister.”
“My twin sister,” I say, placing my hand in his.