Chapter Fifteen - Michaela
Chapter Fifteen
MICHAELA
HIS TOUCH IS LIKE fire against my skin, rough and warm, as his lips devour mine. A soft whine escapes me when we part, and I open my eyes to meet warm chocolate orbs staring down at me. Our chests heave trying to catch our breath.
Holy shit.
Did we just… I take two large steps back. “What was that?” But from the look on his face, he seems just as shocked. “Finn…”
“Michaela, I advise you give me a minute.”
“Why? Oh!” I smirk seeing the tightening of his dress pants. Even through his pants, I can tell he’s big. I thought he might be, but damn— I mean, no, I never thought about it. He’s my brother’s best friend. I have never thought about him like that. “You get that hard from a little kiss? Damn Sheffield, how long’s it been?”
“Truthfully, a while.”
“So, you decided to kiss me?”
“Me kiss you?” He scoffs. “You’re sadly mistaken, Shortcake. You’re the one who kissed me.”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.”
“You did, you kissed me.” Finn steps closer, “And you liked it… I heard your little whimper when I pulled away.”
I can’t lie. It was a good kiss.
No. No, it was not a good kiss. I don’t think about him like that. I can’t think about him like that. This is Finn. Finnley Sheffield. I don’t find him attractive… Damn, he does look good right now. No, stop it Michaela. But, with the top buttons of his dress shirt undone, sleeves rolled up, and his hair slightly tousled from running his hands through it in frustration he looks really good. Okay, so maybe the idea of him fucking me on the table isn’t so bad, but it’s only because I’ve been a little extra lonely since David left. Something about that kiss felt…right. That’s crazy, though. It doesn’t make sense.
“Admit it, Shortcake. You liked it.” I jump slightly when his fingers graze the skin of my shoulder, pushing my hair back. His eyes bore into mine before he bends down pressing a kiss to my collarbone. I gasp as his tongue trails up my neck to my ear, he whispers, “Say it.”
“No,” I whimper.
He scoops me off my feet, and I desperately clutch to him in surprise. My dress slides to the top of my thighs when he sets me on the table. His eyes glance down at the newly exposed skin, and he lets out a harsh breath.
“Such a cliché.”
“You’ve wanted it since the day I walked in.”
“You wish,” it’s breathless, but it makes him smile.
His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and he glances down at mine. He grunts when I press myself against him a little further, his fingers digging into the skin of my thigh just below my Pisces constellation tattoo. We’ve never been this close before. There’s an electric current flowing through my veins, it radiates from every place he touches my skin. Meeting his stare, it’s the first time I notice his brown eyes are ringed with the prettiest gold. He presses his mouth against mine and his teeth catch my bottom lip in a soft bite. A shiver runs down my spine. When he begins to move his mouth against mine, plying it open, I lose all thought. His tongue dances against mine – stroking in a desperate embrace.
Holy. Fuck.
This is happening — I’m kissing Finn Sheffield. This cannot be a good idea. I should stop this. He’s Josh’s best friend, for fucksake; I am not supposed to be doing this. But, when Finn starts to pull back, I pull his mouth back to mine.
God, I am so screwed.
Finn pushes the burgundy dress further up my legs before his fingers brush lightly over the damp fabric of my panties. He twists his hand in my hair and tugs. He chuckles when the same whine from earlier sounds at the separation. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Fuck off.”
“Patience, Shortcake.” Finn presses a chaste kiss to my lips before pulling me to the edge of the table. He doesn’t break our stare when he hooks a finger and tugs the only thing barring him wholly from me. Sliding it off my legs, he stuffs my thong in the back pocket of his dress pants, I guess we’re keeping souvenirs. What’s mine? His fingers trail my legs, and my breath catches when his left hand pauses at my center. I’m too focused on his fingers taunting me, the anticipation it brings… His right hand gingerly pushes hair behind my ear and tilts my chin to meet his stare. There’s a warmth in it that was missing moments ago. It reminds me of that night years ago when he found me getting ready for a date with Heath Sampson. There was something in his eyes that made me feel…whole. He grips my chin and pulls my mouth to his.
Finn’s tenderness surprises me. The kiss is slow and languid — he plies my mouth open, and I tangle my fingers into his hair to pull him even closer. This kiss is different and it makes me wonder why I never tried this before. His lips leave a burning trail down my neck to my chest.
“Shit,” I gasp when his thumb brushes over my center, a small taste of what’s to come.
He smirks against the skin between my breasts, nipping at the soft skin before lowering himself to the ground and lifting my legs over his shoulders. He drags me even closer to the edge of the table. I feel like I might fall, but his grip is deadly. “Be a good girl, and don’t move.” His eyes bore into mine. “Can you do that?” My reply gets caught in my throat. “Answer me, Michaela.”
I nod.
“Use your words.”
“Y-yes.”
I gasp when his tongue swipes up my center. My body involuntarily moves to fall back onto the table, but he has other plans.
“Eyes on me, Shortcake.”
Another swipe of his tongue before he pushes one finger inside me, then another. I want to grind against him, to help create more friction that my body so desperately craves, but I know I shouldn’t. I have a feeling if I disobey him, I’ll be on my own tonight. And fuck, this feels way too good to let it end. His lips find my clit, and he grips my thighs. He refuses to let me pull away from him continuing his assault. A moan falls from my lips and it makes him smile. His name falls from my lips at the mounting pressure building through me and my legs tremble against his hold. His tongue replaces his fingers, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to let my hips buck off the table. Warmth spreads through my belly. I prepare to dive headfirst off the cliff he’s brought me to, but he pulls away milliseconds before I can jump.
“You get to come when I say,” he responds to my whine at the loss of contact, “and it won’t be on my fingers.”
Fuck, this man is going to be the death of me.
His pants and underwear fall to the floor in a heaping pile, and I grip the front of his shirt pulling him back to me. My fingers fumble with the buttons to free him of the restricting garment, but he stops me. He gently pushes me back until I’m laid out before him like a Christmas feast.
“Fuck Michaela,” Finn groans. “Seeing you laid out like this…” He shoves my dress up a little more and kisses my abdomen. “…all for me.” My mouth falls open when he rubs his crown against me. He slowly guides his dick inside me. “Fucking hell,” he moans when he sits fully inside me, and he waits a moment allowing me to adjust before he begins to move.
His name is like a prayer as he thrusts in and out of me. I reach the edge of the cliff in no time. His pace is brutal, each pump bringing me closer and closer. One hand reaches up and grasps my breast through my dress.
“Finn,” I gasp.
“You want to come, Shortcake?”
I lift my head to meet his gaze and it sends a wave of heat crashing through me. He fucks into me from the edge of the table and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Go ahead, baby,” he whispers and his command makes my orgasm roll through me. His hold tightens on my hips as I come holding me in place so he can continue to fuck me through it.
I whimper when he pulls all the way out, but he rolls me to my stomach and pushes into me again. The stretch even more delicious than before, and it pulls a moan from deep in my chest. He grips my waist fucking me over the edge of the table and I grasp for something, anything, but my hands find no purchase — nails scrape against the sealed wood. One of his hands reaches around, rubbing my clit, and I feel it, that burning fire deep in my belly. It’s stronger than before and like nothing I’ve experienced before.
“Wait for me, Michaela,” he demands, but I’m not sure I can. “You will wait for me.” His movements slow, and he pulls all the way out before slamming back in. “Fuck, you take me so good.” All the way in. All the way out. “I wish you could see yourself, how sexy you look.” In. Out. “This what you’ve been wanting, Shortcake?” In. Out. He lifts my hips slightly, and I feel him at a new, deeper angle. “There it is,” he gasps. He reaches around again to my clit, this time the assault much faster. The coil tightens even further, and I know I’m not going to last. “Come,” he demands, and I do. He tangles his hand into my hair and thrusts two more times before his movements stall as he comes.
The aftermath of having sex with someone for the first time is always the same… Awkward. Quiet. Weird. You redress yourself running through the events of what just happened and asking yourself how in the hell you let it happen. At least, that’s what I’m doing right now.
I run a hand through my hair, pulling it into a high ponytail, trying to hide the fresh sex style it now dones. Finn adjusts himself before tucking in his shirt, then buttoning and zipping his pants.
The silence is maddening. I can’t take it anymore. “What was that?”
Nothing. Not a fucking peep.
“Look, it’s probably best if we…forget this happened. I mean, it’s not like we’re going to—”
“Nothing happened.”
“You call that nothing?”
“I call that a normal day at the office.” The words make my stomach sink. Is he fucking serious? A normal day at the office. What office does he work at? “Don’t worry about it, Shortcake. It won’t happen again.”
“Good… We agree to never speak of it then.” I am not one of his playthings he can call up when he needs a release.
“Already forgotten.” Finn packs up his stuff and I find myself unable to look away. Knowing that mere moments ago, he was fucking me into this same table, and now we’re fighting about what it meant.
“So, we’ll just go back to the way things were before.”
He slings his bag over his shoulder, “They never left.”