In fact, I tried so hard, I began to sweat under the sheets.
Shoving them down, aware that my breasts were on display, I swallowed thickly and tried to give myself a release that Finn pumped from me so easily.
By the time I was a panting wrecked mess on the sheets, I’d given up. My body ached, this time from need, and Finn had told me not to expect a call from him today. It was church and family time, and I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised by that knowing what little I did of the O'Donnellys.
When a knock sounded at the door, I stilled.
It was probably Jenny, and I really didn’t want to see her in this state. Ignoring the knock, I strained to hear if her heels clacked against the hall floor—yeah, the walls werethatthin. Except they didn’t. I heard bupkis. A louder knock came, and Finn growled out, “Aoife.”
His voice sent molten shivers through me.
He was here, and I was a hot, needy mess.
Seriously, had God answered my prayers or what?
I jumped out of bed and dragging the top sheet free, I rolled it around myself and hurried out. He knocked again, this time sounding more impatient, but I unlocked it and giving him no time to take in my disheveled state, I grabbed his hand, dragged him inside, then shut the door and locked it behind him.
My hands were at his belt before I knew what I was doing.
I needed his cock. I needed his fingers. I needed the release he could give me.
I’d managed to pull his belt free, and I was scrabbling with his zipper when he grabbed my wrists and yanked them over head. With no support, the sheet fell to the ground and with those cool eyes of his, he traced my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
“Didn’t I work you over well enough last night?” he asked, and I could hear a mixture of amusement and surprise in his voice. “I thought you’d be too sore to fuck until Tuesday.”
“I am,” I rasped.
That had him tilting his head to the side, then as he stared at me, took me in properly—the heaving breasts, the flushed skin, the feverish eyes—his mouth flattened. “You touched yourself.”
I licked my suddenly dry lips, and, feeling like a naughty girl, I dipped my chin. “Y-Yes, Finn. I’m s-sorry, Finn.”
He growled at me. “Which one is your bedroom?”
I pointed to it and then shrieked as he picked me up as if I weighed nothing—trust me, I did—and carried me over to my room.
“Naughty girls don’t get to come,” he warned me, but I saw my bed, saw it and knew what he’d do to me in it.
Surely, when he was inside me, he’d forget this. Forget what I’d done.
I was panting, ravenous for him by the time he lowered me to the floor. When he ordered me to turn around and bend over, I complied. When he told me to put my arms above my head and rest them on the bed, I obeyed even though it made my thighs ache.
When his hands gripped my ass, and I heard his zipper, I felt like crying with relief. Then, his cock was there.
I was so wet.
So, so, so wet, it was almost painful.
He shoved inside me, heading deep, and it didn’t even hurt I was so ready for him, for his cock.
“I give you pleasure,” he ground out as he began to fuck me, and I didn’t even care that he was hard or rough. I had an internal itch that only he could scratch, and each thrust of his dick bestowed that upon me like no other could.
When his cock hardened inside me in the way I knew was the warning he was about to come, my eyes flared wide with surprise.
“N-No,” I wailed as he orgasmed, his cum pumping inside me, filling my core, stuffing me full of him. Since I’d admitted I was on the pill, he’d stopped using condoms, and I was glad. I loved the feel of him inside me, but bare? It was enough to make my eyes roll back with need. “I need more,” I begged.
“I told you. I decide when you get pleasure.” He slapped my ass. “Your pussy’s getting too greedy. It’s time we taught it a lesson.”
When he pulled out of me with a squelch, I felt him grab the sheet, and then with the faint rustling sounds, I quickly turned my head and watched him wipe his cock on them before he tucked himself back behind the cage of his fly.