As much as I love strawberries, I don’t think there is anything in this world that I want more than him right now.
I turn in Pyro’s arms and meet his eyes, starting with the top button on his shirt I undo them one by one, slowly.
The first time that we were together the guys took their time, but I was only the receiver. Any time that I tried to have my way with them I was stopped, my hands restrained over my head or by one of the other guys, but this time I get to keep my hands. Pyro seems more than happy to let me; his hands are on my hips, but he is making no move to push this or stop me from my slow undressing.
When I am done with his shirt, I push it over his shoulders, and he drops his hands to let it fall to the floor. I have spent a lot of time admiring the tattoos on my men from afar, but now I get to do it up close, I am going to enjoy it.
Pyro has a house that wraps around one of his wrists, most of the top floor of the house is gone, and the flames from it flick up his arm and fade out into smoke that travels up to his shoulder. There are a few other things on his arms that I want to ask the meaning of but right now is not the time. I pepper kisses across his chest and when my lips touch the shamrock that's on his left peck the skin feels different like it's new. I know that there were a lot of things happening that night but I know for a fact that it wasn’t there.
I lean back and run my fingers across it, he lets out a long breath and looks down at my fingers on the ink, “I got it a few months ago.”
His voice is usually silk, but right now it is rougher, sexier, more like gravel.
“Why?”
“It's you. It’s always been you. You might have been raised here but your family is Irish, from your red hair down to your last name. Your father was born there, it doesn't matter that he came here so young. You are still Irish.” I run my fingers over it again, astonished that he would get a tattoo for me even when I was ignoring them and demanding that they move on with their lives.
“I was never letting you go. I might have been more subtle about it than Bell, but there could have never been someone else.”
“I love you, Pyro.”
“Damn girl. You sure know how to one-up a guy.” He kisses along my neck, and then my mouth, when he pulls back again he has the biggest smile on his face, “I love you too, Finley.”
I wanted to go about this slowly, but that doesn't matter now. I attack his mouth with mine, pushing my tongue into his and sucking his into mine when he does it back. He runs his hands up my legs and picks me up, he moves his mouth to my neck and growls when his hands meet skin and not fabric.
“Fin,” he pulls me against him, grinding his groin against mine, every part of him is hard. His fingers dig into the cheeks of my ass, holding me against him tightly enough it seems like he is trying to convince our bodies to become one. He kisses a trail up my neck and then drags his teeth back down it.
“Easy there, I still have to go to class in the morning,” I remind him gently while I run my fingers into his hair. My words and actions contradict each other since I am telling him to back off while pulling him closer to me. The marks that they left on my body last time took several weeks to heal, I won’t be doing that again.
“Fuck your classes, stay here with me,” he backs us up until his legs hit the bed and he drops back onto it, sitting me in his lap.
“You know that I can't do that. But we have tonight and that is enough for right now, right?” I pull his face away from my neck and look into his eyes. There is so much emotion there that it makes me a little lightheaded.
“As much as I love the thought of you being naked under there, I really want this dress off of you.”
“Don't get too worked up, love. I have a thong on.” I know he thought that I was bare under the dress, which was kind of my intention, but mostly because I wanted to know his reaction when he thought that I went through dinner without anything under my dress. It seems he lost his mind just a little at the idea, asking me to stay here and skip class, knowing that I wouldn't and eventually the other guys would find us.
“That's just rude.” His hand slides up my ass until his fingers can wrap around the waistband of my thong and with very little effort, he rips it in two places.
“Well, now I don't have panties to wear home!”
“I guess you will just have to keep your knees closed, or I will feel the need to touch you in the car,” of course, he would. I don't imagine that he will be inclined to keep his hands off of me at all after tonight, on top of this being an official date we also know that my father is okay with us being together, there is no reason to try to be secretive.
Well, other than not wanting the school to know that I have ties to the club. That can be solved by keeping clear of the house and campus.
I scoot my knees back on the bed, making enough room that I can undo his belt and jeans. I tease the skin right below the edge of his jeans, he lets me enjoy the feel of him below my fingers before he grunts and pulls my dress over my head. As soon as I am naked, he picks me up and turns around, laying me on the bed. Before he joins me, he takes his jeans off and kicks them to the side. As soon as he crawls over me, I bow my back and roll over so that I am on top of him once again.
“Is someone in the mood to top tonight?” Pyro chuckles.
“I am, and you are going to let me.” He raises one eyebrow, pretty much asking if I believe that is what he is going to do.
Instead of answering him I lean forward and press my mouth to his, he pushes his tongue against mine and runs his hands up my back, flattening my chest to his. The heat of his hands and his body against mine is amazing, and with slight thrusts of my hips, the two of us are getting slick with my arousal. I trail my mouth to his earlobe and nip at it lightly before going down his neck and then to his chest.
He might have looked at me like he wasn't going to sit back and let me have my fun but while my mouth travels down his body he leans back and lets me. I get to the junction of his hip and his dick twitches. I chuckle when it taps me on the chin.
Pyro makes a range of noises when I palm his balls and lick the vein on the underside of his dick, the mixture of his skin and the slick that I left there is intense. When I make it to the head, I swirl my tongue around the top before Isuck him into my mouth, his body slumps on the bed and his noises become groans of appreciation.I know that it might seem weird to some, but I enjoy giving head, knowing that the man is laying back and I am in control just does something to me that I don’t know how to explain.
There are times that I want to do it, but I don’t want to have control but that’s a different story.