“Just say you weren’t faking, and I’ll leave. It’s that fucking simple.”
It would be much easier to admit it, but my ego strictly refuses to let him have this one.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Finn. Your fingers just don’t do it for me anymore,” I lie through my teeth.
I reach for the knob, intending to show him out, but he seems to have other plans because he grips my wrist at the last second, a wicked smile playing on his lips. I gasp when he parks himself behind me and presses between my shoulder blades, bending me forward like I’m a rag doll.
He’s got me pinned against the bathroom vanity so fast my brain struggles to keep up. My half-covered breasts hit the freezing countertops before I can blink, and I immediately know I said something I can’t take back.
I’m still wearing my towel, but I feel so exposed you’d think I was butt naked. I know he’s moved closer when I feel his size press against my ass from behind.
“W-What the hell are you doing?” I stammer, my heart pounding against my rib cage furiously.
I understand he’s not messing around when he leans over me, pulls on my hair to angle my head backward, and guides his mouth to my ear. “Taking what’s mine.”
His gravelly voice zaps through my body like electricity, and heat rushes to my lower stomach. A gasp builds up in my throat when he spreads my legs with his knee.
“My fingers don’t do it for you anymore, huh?” he grits out, still inches away from my ear, and I wriggle beneath him. “Then let’s try my tongue.”
I’m completely defenseless as he drops to his knees behind me and rips the towel off my body in one go. I expected him to give me a chance to escape, the way he usually does, but he doesn’t wait for me to reject him, smacking his palms against my ass and spreading me without a fuck given.
He drags his tongue across my center once, just once, and I buck. Finn doesn’t seem to like it because he holds my ass tighter to keep me in place, going all in and licking me up and down again. He doesn’t hold back one bit, devouring me with no restraint and grunting every time a moan spills from my mouth.
I wish I could say that he’s lost his touch. I wish I could say it doesn’t feel great, that I’m not having an out-of-body experience, but I’m downright paralyzed by the pleasure, unable to do anything but claw at the countertop beneath me.
I try to keep my moans to myself, to abstain from showing him how good it feels, but I don’t stand a chance against that mouth. I’m at his mercy, defenseless against his tongue flicking my clit with unbelievable precision and just the right amount of pressure.
My eyes roll back when he slides his thumb inside me with ease. My body doesn’t fret, just happily welcomes the addition. I’m so wet I can hear my own arousal.
“You hear that, Gem? That’s what a lie sounds like,” he taunts, pushing his finger deeper inside me, then continuing to eat me out without a smidge of self-control.
“Fuck you,” I whimper, and Finn rises to his feet.
“Maybe if you ask nicely.” Finn’s hand comes down on my bare ass so hard I jerk forward on the counter. His mouth has just left my clit when his fingers take over.
He plunges his index and middle fingers inside me, and then his thumb finds my clit, hitting every nerve on repeat. He continues to finger me with so much determination you’d think the world was in danger and getting me off was the only way to save mankind.
I can’t believe my own actions when I stretch my arm out behind me and palm Finn’s cock over his sweats. I catch myself wishing he’d pull it out and fuck me for a second there. That’s how I know that I’m a goner. My brain hasn’t forgiven him.
But my body…
My body doesn’t care about what he did. It doesn’t care that he left. It’s just happy that he’s back.
A breath hisses between his teeth. “Fuck, Dia, stop touching my cock unless you want me to do something we’ll both regret.”
I’m tempted to ask him why he’d regret having sex with me. I know why I’d regret it, but he’s not the one battling himself not to forgive his ex. Maybe he doesn’t want it to happen while I’m still mad at him?
The question slips my mind as quickly as it entered, and I act on impulse, gripping his cock tighter and jerking him off over his pants.
“Gem…” He groans. “You really need to…”
The quicker I play with him over his sweats, the faster he fingers me. I realize I’m closer than I thought when I begin to tremble. Like the pleasure wasn’t mind-blowing enough, Finn proceeds to draw small circles around my asshole, and my mouth falls open.
“No!” I say in disbelief, clawing at the cold surface and fighting my impending orgasm with all my might.
No, no, no.
“Fuck yes,” Finn counters, and I lose all hope of containing myself.