I might regret the decision to play, but I’m not about to back down.
I just have to work out how to let Finn in on the game.
By the time I get back to the table, there’s a glass of red wine at my setting and Finley is sipping a glass of whiskey. I raise a brow as I slip into my seat, acutely aware of the egg inside of me. “How did this happen?”
“Lincoln sent them over on his way to the bathroom.” He smirks. “I hear we’re playing a game.”
Heat spills across my cheeks as I nod.
“I do love games.” His eyes sparkle. “Especially tag team ones. Now then, where were we?”
* * *
We fall through the door of the house laughing. Tonight was definitely not what I expected it to be. I feel bad that Lincoln looked so miserable all night, but I’m pretty sure the drink I spilled over his date was the highlight of his evening. Though I did lose our game, much to his and Finn’s delight. Coming as I ate my chocolate torte for dessert was definitely an experience. As was Finley removing the egg in the back of the Uber that brought us home. He had a few drinks, so we decided that was the best plan. We can pick up his car tomorrow.
I kick off my stilettos and shut off the alarm, feeling Finn’s heat against my back before he softly presses his lips against the curve of my neck.
I gasp as a shiver runs down my spine, when his hands flutter down my ribs. Panic hits me that Smithy might find us, but then I remember he’s spending the weekend with Matthew and relax under Finn’s touch.
He spins me around to face him and presses me up against the wall. “I need you, V.”
His words are more of a growl than anything as he kisses me, trailing down my neck, and across my chest until he reaches the sweetheart neckline of my dress. A thought sparks in my mind and I grin. I’ve already been at their mercy tonight.
Now it’s my turn.
“Upstairs,” I whisper and he lifts me from my feet, taking off up the stairs at a run. Apparently the whiskey after dinner has him looser than usual, and that works entirely in my favor. He places me on my feet at the end of the bed, turning me from him and unzips my dress, caressing my back with his lips as he drags the zipper down.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, barely more than a whisper, and he stills. I turn to face him, resting my hands on his chest, before moving to unbutton his shirt. He sucks in a breath as my fingers whisper against his bare chest.
“You know I do.” His breath becomes ragged as I move my hands down his chest to the belt of his slacks. I unbuckle him and push them and his boxers down before dropping to my knees in front of him, palming his dick.
When I look up at him, his gaze is on me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle with lust and need. Without taking my eyes off him, I bring the head of his cock to my lips and kiss the top. Engulfing it in my mouth, I suck it like a lollipop, licking it on all sides before darting my tongue in the slit. Finn sucks a breath in through his teeth like he’s in pain, but I know better. There’s something incredibly sexy about watching the one you love give you pleasure. The visual is part of the erotic fantasy.
One of Finn’s hands comes to the top of my head as he tries to take control, but I stop my movements, let go of his cock, and pop a brow at his action.
“No one said you could touch me, Finn. This is my game. Just enjoy the ride.” It’s Finn’s turn to cock a brow, surprised by my audacity. He’s always in control and I get it, but tonight? Tonight, I want to be the one working him over. I want him to be able to just let it all go as I make him come.
I didn’t think it would work, but I’m thrilled when I feel his hand release my hair and watch as he balls his fists at his sides, eyes like a hawk, watching me with unmistakable desire.
My fingers tighten around his shaft as I bring his cock back into my mouth, licking the underside and circling the head before I pop it back into my mouth, sucking him off as a thrill runs through me, knowing I can bring him to his knees like this.
“Fuck,” I hear him mutter, his lips parted and his nostrils flaring. It’s fucking hot to see his reaction, this raw need in every one of his muscles. It all just spurs me on.
Speeding up my hand motions, I move closer to him, needing his body heat closer as I place both of my hands on his ass cheeks as leverage as I sink my mouth onto his dick, choking on his girth and not caring that my eyes are watering.
Finn reaches up and with a tender touch and a loving smile on his lips, he uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away a tear from my cheek.
It makes the romantic in me swoon and also makes the slut in me hornier than ever.
“V, I don’t want to come in your mouth, baby. Please.” Looking back up at him, I give his dick one more suck, using my tongue to swipe at his precum before, once more, kissing the top of his cock and sitting on my haunches as I smile up at Finn like the good girl he loves.
“Fuck, when you look at me like that, I want to—” I cut him off before he gets too carried away. I’m not done playing with my tenuous grasp on control yet.
“Still my turn, Finn. On the bed.” He hesitates, his mind warring between his need for control and his desire to meet and exceed my every desire.
“Octavia.” One word. It’s a warning but also a plea. He’s asking me to not take advantage. He’s begging me not to take it too far, and I won’t.
After a few seconds, I release a breath of relief when Finn steps out of his pants, shucking his shirt, and makes his way to the bed. He’s lying down with his arms folded behind his head, his big body on display making my mouth water and brain melt for a second before I spring into action. His posture screams control so I feel I need to bring him down a notch.