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Who am I kidding? I want him inside me. It’s non-negotiable.
“There are condoms in my bag.” Hallelujah for Jaz. That girl knows what she’s doing.
He smirks, then lifts from the bed, turning on his heel to walk through the lit doorway. The best part is that I get to watch this fine specimen walk away. When he returns with the condom, I’m debating which side I enjoyed the most, but I figure I don’t have to choose, so there’s no way I’m going to.
He rips the condom wrapper open and rolls the rubber down his shaft. I move up the bed, and he follows, kissing my neck, teasing me with punishing kisses and scrapes of his teeth. I reach between us, fisting him in my hands, encouraging everything he wants to do to me.
He moves down my body until I can’t reach him, but I don’t protest when he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth, his tongue lashing against it. I arch into him, wrapping my hands around his neck and holding him there as I arc off the bed, searching for the same attention on my pussy.
Moving to the other nipple, he gives it the same delirious pleasure until my breath escapes in short pants. “Finn.”
“Mmmm,” he murmurs, kissing a trail to my belly button. My pussy clenches the further south he gets, but instead of placing his tongue on me, his fingers work me up again. “So wet,” he praises, fingers circling my hole until he dips a finger inside. He swirls it around and then pulls it out, only to return it a little deeper the next time.
I reach down, grabbing his wrist and holding him there so that the next time he pushes inside, I thrust up at the same time and his finger enters all the way to the second knuckle.
“Yes, baby. You like that?”
My answer is an incoherent string of breaths that only encourages him. He retreats, then pushes two fingers inside, dipping and circling in a delicious pattern that has my muscles locking up. “Finn, please,” I warn. “I’m going to...”
It’s coming on fast, my body ratcheting higher. Finn pulls his fingers from me, and then lines us up, pushing inside as my body clenches around him, my orgasm hitting with his first thrust.
I grip his shoulders. “Oh, yes. Oh my God.”
My fingers grip his bare skin as I keep him in place while I climax around his cock, body pulsing. The feeling subsides after a few moments, and I release my hold on him, my chest still warring to bring in breaths. Locking gazes with his sparkling blues, he smiles. “That was...fucking hot.”
I thrust up to meet him, encouraging him to move again. He doesn’t waste time. He lowers to his elbows to get closer to me, tucking one hand behind my head. He kisses me senseless, his body moving over mine in a steady rhythm. I lift my hips to meet his as he plunders my mouth before moving to my neck and shoulders. Trailing back up, he traces my ear with the tip of his tongue, and a cry escapes me. Lord knows I fucking love that.
“This is better than I imagined,” he whispers. “My imagination didn’t do you justice.” He moans, teeth biting down on my lobe as he does so.
My hips move up of their own volition, breaking his rhythm, but he’s all too willing to comply with quicker thrusts.
He separates just until we can look into each other’s gazes as he rolls his hips into me again and again. His face falls, sweat dotting his hairline. I tug my lower lip into my mouth, knowing he’s holding back because of me. Knowing he probably is eager to explode but also wants to give me one more before he does.
I’m happy to oblige.
I lower my hands to grip his ass, and he shudders for a moment. “Leenie baby, I don’t know how much longer—”
“Just enjoy me,” I tell him, lifting to kiss him. He moans, following me down and shortening his thrusts while our tongues war with one another’s. Whatever new angle he’s just found kicks me into the next gear. I moan into his mouth, deepening the kiss as his short, fast hip rolls undo me. My hands find the back of his head, working into his hair. His thrusts send me into the bed, the mattress creaking beneath our joined bodies. “Finn, oh my God,” I breathe over his lips as my body creeps toward coming apart again. I double down, meeting him exactly where it feels too fucking good. “Yes,” I cry out. His constant barrage sends me higher and higher. I alternate between kissing him and letting my moans fill the room.
My body starts to tremble and his follows suit. “Leenie, fuck. I’m going to come so hard. Right in this tight, slick—”
His thrusts punctuate his words and that’s all I need to tumble over the edge. My body reacts, pulsing around him. He groans low in his throat and then thrusts deeply twice before following me over the blissful edge. I watch him as he climaxes, his beautiful face breaking apart in relief as if he’s experiencing the greatest ecstasy. He slowly moves inside me one last time, sending aftershocks through the both of us before he lowers, capturing my mouth in a kiss again. One that brands. One that sears. One that promises so much more.
I smile into his mouth, and he lifts up. “Same,” he affirms, as if I voiced the thoughts that are repeating in my head.
Best I ever fucking had. Hands down.
He kisses my neck, then backs up, unsheathing himself from my sensitive core. He slips the condom off and moves to the attached bathroom. The water runs for a few seconds but then he walks back in, his pure, angelic, happy face back on.
I move up the bed again, tugging one of the pillows behind my head. He lies next to me, lifting the blanket and pulling it over us. “I meant what I said. I’m not going back.”
“Me either.” I lift my hand to trace the curve of his cheekbones. “Jax is going to be mad.”
“I don’t know. He seemed pretty upset that Dempsey up and took you from us. I’m telling you, you’re growing on him. He’s looked at your sales spreadsheet. He realizes what you’re doing.”
“Is he going to eat his words about the shop?” I ask, pinpointing the brotherly debate the two get into all the time about the shop being a waste of time, energy, and money. Finn wholeheartedly disagrees, and so do I.
“He’s too stubborn to eat his words, but even if he doesn’t say it out loud, I know he is.”