Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
FINN
Our clothes form a trail to the bedroom, everything barely making it off because I refuse to let go of her out of fear that this moment will become disconnected if I do.
This is everything I’ve dreamed of, everything I’ve craved since the moment I kissed her outside of this very house all those months ago.
The best part? This feels real; it feels as if there’s no pretending between us, nothing artificial that links the two of us together.
It’s just us. It’s my Cherry and her Dumbass finally being able to explore one another in ways that I’ve fantasized about.
By the time I finally manage to twist the handle of her bedroom door, there isn’t a single piece of clothing on Oakleigh’s body, and even though my eyes are closed as we kiss, I’m memorizing every inch—the softness of her skin with the occasional bump from a scar, the firmness of her ass.
My boxer briefs still hide my erect and aching cock from her view, but that doesn’t stop her hand from rubbing against it, dragging out a moan from me.
With an animalistic growl, I lift Oakleigh up and she instinctively wraps her legs around me.
It gives her the perfect opportunity to grind against my cock, and even though there’s a thin layer of fabric between us, I feel her excitement soak through to my skin, leaving me impatient and crazed.
“Finn,” she moans, desperation drenching every word until I’m breathing into her neck to keep myself from losing it.
I kiss her, my skin feverish. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re desperate, Cherry baby. The sounds you make have me aching to be inside of you.”
She groans into my skin. “Yes, inside me, be that.”
My chuckle is dark, devious. “You think just because I moved you from the couch, that I’m done teasing you?
” I throw her down onto the bed, the shocked hitch in her breath hitting the corners of her bedroom.
“No, no, Cherry. I won’t be fucking you until you’re trembling beneath me, and when I do you’re going to be a good girl for me and take every inch, aren’t you? ”
Her wide eyes flick down to my cock that’s causing my underwear to tent and she licks her lips.
“Something you want to taste?”
She nods, and her unashamed conviction would make me harder if I wasn’t already like a rock.
I stand at the end of the bed. “Come and taste it, then. I suppose I can give you control for a minute or two.”
The only sign that she wants to push against my words is a defiant raise of her brow, but her body knows what she wants.
She moves from her back onto her hands and knees, crawling to the end of the bed until her face is a mere inch from the tip of my cock.
I wait patiently for her to peel off my underwear, but she seems more fascinated by the wet spot on the gray fabric caused by both hers and my own arousal.
After an eternity, her fingers skim the waistline, a whisper against the delicate skin that makes me jump. The hint of a smirk irks me in the best way, drives me to get an even bigger reaction from her.
She gives my briefs one hard tug, but I stop her with a hand over hers.
“Slowly,” I demand, covering her other hand, too, to help her guide the fabric down.
Our gazes are connected even as my briefs fall to my ankles, my cock jutting out proud and true.
When she finally sees my dick in all its glory, she rises to the challenge as determination flashes across her eyes.
She reaches for me, her soft hand wrapping around me, drawing out a hiss. “Fuck!”
Okay, so she’s two for two.
I wrap her hair around my hand and give it a tug until her mouth is perfectly in line with me. I point to the tip of my cock. “Kiss it right here.”
I’m about to shave off that eyebrow if she doesn’t stop raising it. “What exactly happened to me being in control?”
“Your cocky attitude made me change my mind,” she says. “I’m sorry, did you expect me to make this easy for you?”
“Since I’ve been waiting fifteen years for this, yeah, I kind of thought so, but apparently not. Not sure if you’ve noticed but I’ve been very nice with you so far.”
She gives my cock an experimental stroke and it takes everything in me to keep a straight face.
“Are you not usually this nice?” She licks the tip and my grip on her hair tightens.
“Not typically,” I answer with a groan. She hums softly at the same time as she wraps her mouth around me. “But I suppose I can continue to do it for a little while longer.”
Her chuckle vibrates against my cock as she sinks further onto it.
She sucks my dick like a pro, swiping her tongue around me when she reaches the tip, relaxing her throat as she tries to take all of me in her mouth.
She doesn’t manage it, but she definitely reaches further than any other woman I’ve been with.
I cup her chin and she looks up at me, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, and I know for a fact that this is the one and only situation where I’d enjoy making her cry.
“You want me to stop, you tap my leg, got it?”
With her mouth full, she nods. I give an experimental thrust and the warmth and wetness of her mouth has me growling. I start off with shallow thrusts that get her accustomed to the size, stretching her mouth just enough to make her remember what she’s done in the morning.
Oakleigh dares to look up at me like she’s bored and it snaps my last bit of self-restraint. Fuck going slowly, I’ll do that on the next round. For now, I need to fuck the attitude out of my woman.
I give one more slow stroke, enjoying the view of my cock disappearing behind her glistening lips. I go as deep as she can take me, staying there for a minute until she’s gagging around me.
“Now this is a sight I could get used to,” I tell her before pulling out. “But enough of this soft shit, shall we?”
I thrust into her mouth harder and faster, picking up my pace until she’s gasping for air, and then I slow down.
I keep that pace, fast and hard and then slow and steady.
Before I pull out completely, I let the tip of my cock press into the inside of her cheek, and I can see it from the outside.
I lightly slap the side of her cheek and the sensation hits my cock and my groan can be heard from the front door.
“Fuck, that looks good.”
I pull out of her mouth and bend down to kiss her. The taste of me mixes with the taste of her and it’s a perfect combination.
“Lay down,” I tell her. Surprisingly, with no objections or attitude, she moves onto her back and lets her legs spread, giving me a nice clear view of her pink pussy that’s glistening because she’s so wet.
I don’t move straight away, even though I’m desperate to be inside of her.
Oakleigh deserves a moment in which I take in her raw beauty, unfiltered and unobstructed by the hate that used to sit between us.
I’ve been in love with Oakleigh for fifteen years, and not once have I seen her like this.
In bikinis, sure, but never in such a sexual light.
I fell in love with her beauty, her mind, her wit, and now I get to add her body to the list. Yes, it’s always been obvious that she has a body that could make a grown man cry, but it still feels as if I’m truly seeing her body for the first time.
“Well?” she asks, her hips lifting with her impatience.
“Do you rush a viewing of the Mona Lisa, Cherry? No, you take your time to admire its beauty.”
“Okay, well this particular Mona Lisa is on a limited exhibit, so…”
I chuckle at her restlessness, but I still move closer, too drawn to her to fully fight whatever pulls me to her. I clamber up onto the bed until I’m hovering over her, my cock painfully close to her pussy.
This isn’t safe, a deep, dark voice says in my mind. Even in the throes of pleasure, my mind doesn’t seem to be fucking safe.
“Hey,” Oakleigh says, her small hands reaching up to frame my face. I look down at her and my mind quietens by a fraction. She smiles up at me softly. “Mine is the only voice you need to listen to, okay?”
My body warms at the knowledge that she can tell what’s going on just by looking at me.
“I’m clean, okay? I get checked after every partner and there’s been no one for over a year.”
My eyes widen for two reasons; the first being: it’s been over a year for her?
The second…
“How could you tell what the thoughts were?”
“You shifted your hips back as your smile fell,” she says. “I know it’s not because you don’t trust me.”
“I trust you completely, Cherry.” I rest my forehead against hers.
It’s a new feeling for me. I’m not typically the kind of guy to display vulnerability during sex.
Instead, I choose to make sex the one area in which I try and have full autonomy, hence why I’m so dominant and rough.
Talking like this with Oakleigh, when I’m mere inches from being inside of her, is just another thing that has me sure she’s it for me, because I feel safe and wanted despite my flaws showing.
Her hands squeeze either side of my face and I bring my attention back to her.
“My voice is the only one that matters right now, okay? Yours and mine.”
I nod and my smile returns. Instead of saying thank you, I show her in a kiss, soft and grateful. She lifts her hips until her wet pussy is grinding against my aching cock, ready to claim her as mine completely, like some animal.
“Fuck me, Finley,” she says in a soft command, and I’m only too happy to oblige.
I reach between us, lining myself up with her and pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose before pushing inside of her. In my excitement, I must have pushed a bit too hard because she grips the back of my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only my feelings if you think I’m that delicate,” she hits back.
It’s a challenge, one that I rise to happily.
I pull out, leaving only the tip inside.
I wait and I wait until Cherry is writhing beneath me, whining like a little puppy.
She tries to wriggle closer to me, but I cut off the movement with a hand pressing down on her lower stomach.
I want her to both beg for me to fill her completely and feel every inch when I do.
Ten inches isn’t something most women can handle, but something tells me Oakleigh is feeling up to the challenge.
I lift her leg and place a kiss on her ankle.
“Tell me I’m out of the zone, Cherry.”
She growls her frustration, fighting against my hand with everything she’s got. That sound tells me she really doesn’t want to. I push in a little and back out again making her groan.
“I’m not giving you what you want until you give me what I need, Cherry. I need to know that I’m out of the zone just like I told you I could be.”
I keep pushing in and out all but an inch, the movement keeping her primed and ready for me.
“I’m going to ask you one last time, Cherry. Am I out of the zone?”
“Yes!” she cries, tears threatening to spill.
My smile is wicked. “Good girl.” And with one brutal thrust, I’m buried inside of her up to the hilt. Oakleigh screams for me, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline.
I’ve had dreams of Oakleigh like this, but the real thing is far better.
I give her a chance to adjust. I can feel my cock stretching her, her tightness gripping me and clenching until I’m on the verge of coming in record time.
I groan low as I place her leg on my shoulder and spread her other one to the side.
I look at her to find her already watching me, lust making her pupils widen.
She nods once and that’s my cue. I thrust in and out of her slowly, building up a steady rhythm.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to never start with hard and fast unless you’re in your car and you need to be quick.
Oakleigh’s moans are like the perfect melody in my ears, a perfect mix of sweet and needy. She grabs onto every part of me that she can reach—my abs, my chest, my arms. When her hands wrap around my triceps, she tugs me closer and I have to shoot my hands out to catch myself before I crush her.
I laugh into her lips as I kiss her, making sure not to ruin my pace. I speed up a little while my lips move against hers and she lifts her hips to meet each and every thrust.
“Fuck, Cherry,” I say against her. “I knew you’d feel good, but fuck me.”
“Glad I live up to expectations.”
I feel my climax building and building inside of me and it takes everything in me to hold it back. There’s no way I’m coming before her. Ladies first, after all.
Luckily, I can feel her tightening around me and I know that she’s close.
Her eyes pretty much roll into the back of her head. “Just like that.”
I lock in my current pace, making sure to not change a damn thing. Her pussy clamps around my cock.
“You going to come for me, Cherry?”
She nods frantically.
“Go on, then, baby. Fall apart around my cock.”
Turns out my woman loves dirty talk, because as soon as I tell her to, her pussy gushes with an orgasm that has me mumbling every fucking curse word known to man.
She somehow manages to get even tighter and my orgasm slams into me, my come spraying all over her perfect little pussy.
I look down, mesmerized at the mixture of our arousals.
Oakleigh immediately makes me ready for round two when she lets her hand wander down until it’s running through my come and then brings her soaked fingers up to her mouth, tasting me as she maintains fierce eye contact.
“Well, I’m even more in love than I was before,” I tell her.
“How about you?” It’s a joke, one mixed with a truth I didn’t mean to let slip, but in my orgasm-induced bliss, my mouth seems to be rather loose.
Luckily, Oakleigh laughs, and I don’t think she even knows that I’m being serious.
I wish she knew that I’m as serious as a death sentence, but for now I’m just happy to soak in a smile that I know I’ve caused.
I lay down beside her with a sigh and pull her close, keeping her body flush against mine. I nuzzle my face into the side of her neck and breathe her in. She smells like cherries and sex, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want to bottle it up and spray it everywhere.