Page 90 of The Hot Shot

He stops close enough that I feel his warmth, see the way his pulse beats a rapid tattoo at the base of his throat. His lids lower in lazy perusal. Softly, he traces a line down my neck, sending little shivers in his wake.

His finger hooks on the edge of my shirt and plucks it. “Take this off.” It’s a low murmur that rubs like velvet on my skin.

Holding his gaze, I pull the shirt free. Cool air buffets my skin.

Finn’s breath hitches. He stares at me without blinking, his chest lightly lifting and falling. “That first night,” he rasps, “you were wearing a gold, silky top. I wanted to slip my hands under it, cup these perfect tits.”

The backs of his knuckles graze the side of my breast, and I twitch, moving closer. Finn makes a rough noise in his throat. “I knew they’d be so fucking pretty, Chess.” His thumb brushes over my nipple. “I wanted to suck these juicy nipples right there. Right there at the bar. Right through your little top.”

I sway a little.

Finn’s eyes meet mine. “Take the rest off. I want all of you.”

My hands go to the waist of my lounge pants. “You, too. Let me see you.”

Our eyes hold as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down with an impatient thrust. He’s naked before my pants touch the floor. Then there is only us. This Finn is just for me, his cock jutting out hard and long, a little pearl of need glistening at the tip. That big cock sways a little under its own weight as it twitches and preens for me. He grasps that beautiful dick in his hand, giving it a light stroke.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell him.

Finn’s eyes gleam. “And you’re my fantasy come to life.”

I move to him, sliding my arms around his neck, melding my lips to his. He wraps me up in his warmth, his hard against my soft, his tongue dipping into my mouth for another taste.

Stumbling back, he takes me with him, his mouth never leaving mine. He lays me down on the cool bed, kissing his way along my neck. Big hands glide over my skin like a dream, slow, soft.

I squirm as he licks his way down my breast, seeking the tender bud of my nipple.

All that time on the couch, he played with me there, working me up, getting me so sensitive, the slightest touch now is almost too much.

Finn knows this. It’s there in the way he looks at me from beneath his lowered lids, all covetous and hot like he’s planning illicit things. “So fucking gorgeous.”

He goes at my poor, stiff nipple with short, leisurely licks, testing my flavor, getting himself acquainted with my textures. Just enough pressure to make me feel it, to want more.

A satisfied hum from his lips buzzes straight down to my clit. I can’t take it.

“Will you...?” I swallow convulsively, my body jerking as he gives my sensitive flesh a little kiss.

“What?” he whispers, idly dragging the flat of his tongue over my nipple again.

“Suck it,” I rasp. “Please. It aches so bad.”

A groan tears out of him, almost pained. He cups my breast in his big hand, plumping my flesh up for his pleasure. The first wet pull of his mouth has me biting back a whimper. My back arches off the bed, but he holds me fast, sucks me with rhythmic tugs.

“Finn.” My voice is thready, desperate. “Please. Suck them.”

He mutters hot, frantic words, his breath coming quicker. His mouth moves to my other nipple. Teeth nip, and then the wet glide of his tongue before he sucks. It feels so good, I’m going to melt into a puddle of heat.

My hips rock against the bed as I whine, needing more.

“Shhhh.” He kisses my nipple gently. “You don’t want to wake my parents.”

That sly whisper goes straight to my core. We shiver, sharing the illicit fantasy of pretending we might get caught. It makes everything more intense. The room seems darker, his skin on mine hotter.

Slow, lazy kisses pepper over my chest, as clever fingers drift down my trembling belly. His fingers are thick and long, and by the time he gently slides them over the swollen bud of my clit, I nearly come.

Finn rubs his cheek against my breast, his fingertip tracing the opening of my sex. “I want to fuck you now.”

I think I whimper. My hands claw at his shoulder, the back of his head. I need him closer.