Bad.
All his for the taking.
We kiss until there’s no more air, no more fear, and not a sliver of doubt in our system.
“God, I missed you,” he rasps inside my mouth.
I respond with a long kiss. His lips are addictive, his touch dizzying as our tongues wrestle each other for the lead. I’m intimidated by how much I want him. Almost overwhelmed by the pressure building between my legs. He’s no longer punishing himself, that much is clear, and I set out to reward him for it, rocking against the bulge protruding from his pants. He groans when I drop my fingers downward, my palm curving around his cock over his jeans.
“Fuck. I need you to take it. Take my cock, baby. Now.” He pumps his hips into my hand with greedy thrusts like he’s imagining the feeling of my fingers around him. It sounds like a command and a plea, and I don’t hesitate to comply, unbuckling his belt and shoving my hands inside his briefs.
He’s already so hard and thick when I wrap my fist around him. His mouth dances with mine as I jerk him off inside his briefs, the occasional groan breaking free from somewhere deep inside his throat. I stop and spit inside my hand before lowering my fist around his shaft again.
“Shiiit.” He throws his head back, and I have to battle the urge to get his cock out and take him in my mouth right here in the open. I withdraw and scan the beach. The sky is pitch-black, and there’s no one around.
Fuck it.
Finn barely even bats an eye when I drop to my knees in front of him, tugging his pants down just enough to guide his cock between my lips. I start by teasing the head of his cock, twirling my tongue around the tip a few times before sucking hard and circling his length with my fist. I’m high on the sounds he’s making, losing my mind every time he curses under his breath.
“Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.” He presses down on my head gently, and I feel him hit the back of my throat over and over. He starts to spasm in my mouth, and Finn’s eyes snap open. “Get up.”
He reaches for my wrist, pulling me to my feet and backing me against the lighthouse walls. I want to high-five myself for deciding to wear a dress when his hands band around the backs of my thighs and he lifts me up into his arms, knotting my legs around his hips himself. He’s just shoved his dick back into his briefs when his hand lodges itself between my legs.
As soon as he’s shoved my dress out of the way, his fingers delve inside my panties, immediately locating my clit. He teases me, plays with me until I’m writhing in his arms. I can hear how wet I am when he moves farther down and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking wet. Spread those legs for me.”
I give him what he wants, opening my thighs as wide as I can, and Finn squeezes two fingers inside me at once, earning himself a stifled moan. The heat in his gaze pulverizes what’s left of my patience.
“Put it in,” I say bluntly as he curls his fingers in and out of me. I could’ve been more romantic about it, but it’s been a year since we went to pound town, and we don’t have time for pleasantries.
“Put what in?” He messes with me, a smirk dancing on his beautiful face as he finger-fucks me so hard I feel my own arousal coating my thighs.
“Put. Your. Dick. In. Me.” I spell it out for him, and his smirk widens, his thumb flicking my clit from left to right.
“But we’re just getting started,” Finn taunts, rubbing me faster. I moan when his fingers hit my G-spot from the inside. I don’t know what the hell it is about this position, but it’s like he’s touching me in all the right places.
Wait…
Am I about to…
“Holy shit.” I whine, gripping his shoulders with both hands as pleasure strikes me like thunder. Embarrassment creeps under my skin when my orgasm crashes into me like a truck. I’ve never come this fast in my life.
His hand flies out to grab my throat as he thrusts in and out of me furiously. “That’s fucking right, Dia. Come for me.”
He pinches my clit with two fingers, and just like that, I’m a goner. I come all over his hands, digging my nails into his inked shoulders and riding out the wave of my orgasm. Finn waits until the very last second to pull his fingers out and shove his briefs down his hips to free his cock.
Neither of us speaks as he positions himself at my entrance. There aren’t enough words in the English vocabulary to explain how much we need this right now, and I don’t bother telling him about the stupid organ wilding out in my chest.
Our eyes say plenty.
We know once we do this, there’s no going back. He can never leave again after this. Even if he fucks up. Even if he does something unforgivable. No matter what happens next, he’s staying.
“I love you,” I croak seconds before he pushes inside me bareback. Good thing I’m on the pill. He seems to notice the fear dripping from my voice because he slams his mouth to mine, kissing me senseless.
“I love you,” he whispers.
There’s a beat of silence.