That’s his cue to stop going easy on me.
I smack my palms to the door as if to brace myself for mind-blowing pleasure, and, sure enough, he starts finger-fucking me and rubbing my clit with so much intensity that I cry out, muffling my moans with my hand.
I gasp when his palm leaves my throat, and he jerks my robe down completely. The fabric cascades to my feet, and Finn plants a trail of kisses up and down my shoulder blades. Goose bumps immediately join the party. Next thing I know, he’s cupping my breast inside my bra, taking a handful and twirling the pad of his finger around my tight nipple.
Finn’s mouth crashing over mine again temporarily makes me forget that this is the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of a guy—well, almost naked. I’m still wearing a bra.
Things are moving too fast, but the last thing I want is for him to stop. My moaning is hindered when he wraps his hand around my wrist and spins me around, my back slamming against the door with a thud. His fingers slide back into position, and I squeeze my eyes shut instinctively.
I don’t have it in me to look at him.
It’s one thing to have your boss’s son finger you from behind; it’s another to have to look him in the eyes while he sets fire to all the promises you made yourself.
From the first time I saw him, I’ve known I was attracted to him, and while a part of me would go to the end of the world to pretend that’s all this is… a stupid, meaningless attraction… I’m terrified I’ll look him in the eyes and find out it’s more.
Even if it’s just more for me.
I keep my eyes closed for a while, whimpering and squirming as Finn’s thumb works my clit at maximum speed. Then, minutes later, the pleasure reaches its apex, and I begin to tremble. Fireworks explode in my toes, shooting up my legs, and my increasing moans speak for me.
“Yes. Oh, God. Yes.” I claw at his chest, digging my nails into his tattooed shoulders.
“No.” Finn’s firm voice startles me.
What does he mean, no?
“What?” My eyes snap open.
“I said no. You’re not coming.”
Seconds before my orgasm hits, Finn stops.
He just stops.
He withdraws his fingers and takes off, walking toward my bed. The pleasure dies down instantly, and my body jerks a few times, the space between my legs feeling awfully empty.
“What the hell?” I whine. “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t reply.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Huh-huh.” Finn heaves a laugh.
He’s back before I know it, but…
He’s holding the sex toy now.
That’s what he was doing?
The buzzing of the toy informs me that he just turned it on. My back arches off the door when he positions it onto my clit and selects the highest setting. Top it off with his fingers plunging deep inside me, and I know whatever orgasm I thought was coming before is going to seem dull in comparison.
I’m right back to where I started a minute later.
“Finn!” I sound like I’m begging him, and I hate it.
“Now.” He grants me permission. “Come for me, Dia. Come all over my fucking hand.”
I squeeze my eyes shut again, but my attempt to protect my heart backfires because he kisses me roughly and says, “Open your eyes.”