Push me away like I have the plague?
“Say it.” He’s begging me.
I keep my mouth shut.
And in response?
He stops.
He pulls away, leaving me hanging with an uncompleted orgasm wreaking havoc on my sanity. My entire body trembling in anticipation, I cave to his request, tasting the bitterness of defeat.
“I forgive you.” It comes out as a whimper.
My heart swells up with shame from the moment I let him off the hook. Groaning in satisfaction, Finn doesn’t waste a secondflipping me onto my back and settling between my legs again.
I’m afraid the pressure is going to rip me in half when he clamps his mouth shut on my clit once more, nibbling, licking, teasing until I’m right back where I started. My mouth spills open as I come, a prisoner to his tongue and tattooed arms.
I’m shuddering with spasms, damn near disconnecting from my body as my orgasm hits at full capacity. Finn doesn’t let my convulsing faze him, eating and fingering the living hell out of me until he’s got me panting on the library rug. It takes me over five seconds to stop shaking.
As soon as I can breathe again, Finn climbs up my body, tilts my chin forward, and crashes his mouth to mine. I’m quick to pull his shirt over his head, exploring his pecs and abs with my fingers. His bare cock comes flush with my entrance, our chests heaving in harmony. He could push inside me so easily right now, and I’m terrified…
Because I want him to.
This may be a huge mistake. I may regret giving up my V-card to a boy as broken as he is, but I want to feel him inside me. I want to feel all of him before I leave this house behind.
There’s a chance we’ll go back to being strangers after this. Just two faces in a crowded hall—me, the invisible girl watching from the sidelines, and him, the basketball star, high up on his throne. There may not be a tomorrow for us.
And I’m okay with that.
As long as I have him now.
“Fuck me,” I croak into his mouth.
Finn stops kissing me on cue.
He draws back, staring down my face to figure me out.
“Jesus Christ, Dia, don’t toy with me.”
“I’m not.”
“What?” He still doesn’t believe it.
“You heard me.” I snatch his face and kiss him again. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now. Then we can go our separate ways.”
The lust in his eyes immediately morphs into a combination of shock and irritation.
“Is that what you think I want?” he says quietly.
My lips part.
“To fuck you and walk away?”
I can’t speak, but he doesn’t expect me to, slamming his mouth to mine again. I only realize what’s happening when he pulls away and reaches for his jeans on the ground. He plucks a condom out of his pocket, and while I hate that he’s the type of guy to carry protection around at all times, I swallow the pill the best I can.
He’s barely rolled the latex down his shaft before he’s positioning his hard, veiny cock between my legs.
“I meant what I said,” Finn rasps inches away from my mouth. “You sealed your fate from the moment you walked your cute little ass back into my house.”