What I wouldn’t do for my vibrator right about now. Why had I tossed them out when I’d hauled my stuff from my apartment to Finn’s, no,ourpenthouse?
His hands drifted through my hair, stroking the strands and rubbing them between his fingers. “Are you feeling—”
I cut him off, “I’m feeling like the cat who got the cream.”
He snorted at my gentle laugh. “Well, I don’t know about the cat part, but you sure got the cream.”
“Lapped it all up like a good little girl, too, didn’t I?” The dark hid my knowing smile—I knew how those words would affect him.
“How’s that greedy pussy of mine?” he rasped, and I closed my eyes, wondering if I was glowing with happiness at his question.
“It needs you.Ineed you. Deep inside me.” There was no spare flesh on his stomach, but I managed to nip him.
“Soon, Aoife. Soon.” He shuddered. “Don’t lie. How does your abdomen feel?”
I thought about it. The ache came from being in an awkward position more than anything, because I hadn’t had to move all that much to suck him off. Initially, the change in pressure had made me uncomfortable, but I wasn’t lying when I said, “Fine.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, surprising me. Then, he swallowed. “If we prop you up on the pillows…” Those eight words had fire racing through my veins. I heard my heart in my ears and I almost missed what he said, “…would you try to keep as still as you can?”
“I promise to try.”
That was about as good as I could do.
I rubbed my thighs together and closed my eyes as the ache gathered there, and spread through my body like a warm glow. I felt like I was lit up inside, and at the prospect of his touch? It was a wonder I wasn’t floating.
“I’m a fucking moron for doing this,” he mumbled under his breath, but I noticed his cock was hard once more as he stacked pillows up at the head of the bed, then helped me prop myself against them so I didn’t have any pressure on my wound.
I was aching again, a slight sweat on my brow from all the jostling around, but my cunt was slick and wet and ready for whatever he was going to do to me.
He climbed off the bed, then surprising me further, I heard the nightstand drawer open. For a second, I thought he was grabbing a condom, then I remembered we didn’t use those anymore. But was I even ready to have sex? Mentally, fuck, yes. Physically, no. It would hurt in the morning.
It wasn’t that I was frightened if I said no, he wouldn’t listen. I was frightened that if I said no, he’d listen too damn well, and I’d spend the rest of the night rocking the chick equivalent of a hard-on.
Finn would never be cruel. But cruel to be kind? Yeah. I could see him in that role if it meant saving me from myself.
Before I could say anything though, before I could even fret, I saw his shadow at the base of the bed and heard him murmur, “Spread your legs as wide as you can for me, sweetness.”
An internal shudder had me rocking my hips up and doing as bid. When I’d widened them as much as I could, I felt him crawl onto the bed and settle between my legs.
I shuddered when I felt his warm breath blow against the spread lips of my cunt, and then he lapped at my clit and I made a keening sound as my hips jerked back.
“Aoife.”
My name was a warning. My eyes flared wide at the sound of it. “F-Finn?”
“If you move a fucking inch, I will stop so fast it will give you whiplash. Do you understand?”
I believed him.
Clenching my eyes shut, I nodded quickly, then realized he couldn’t see me. “Y-Yes.”
He nipped at my inner thigh, then murmured, “I got you something.”
He had?
His fingers slipped higher until he’d caressed the entirety of my slit. He tutted under his breath. “So wet, you greedy little thing.”
“Only for you,” I rasped, and a guttural sound escaped him.