FULL NOVELXO Finn Rhodes Forever: Chapter 42
MY BLOOD PUMPED in my ears as I prowled toward her, slamming her bedroom door behind me. She jumped and her pretty lips parted. They were swollen like she’d been biting them.
That voice note. Holy fuck. I had almost disintegrated, listening to it in my apartment.
“You little tease.” I crawled over her on the bed and she fell back against the pillows, hair wild. On her neck, her pulse fluttered. I dropped my head down to lick it, and her breath caught under my tongue. “You look so fucking hot in this dress. The second I saw you in it, I thought about bending you over, flipping it up, and fucking you hard.”
A moan slipped out of her and I dragged my mouth across her skin, down her neck until I hit the spot between her neck and shoulder. My teeth grazed her. Between my legs, her thighs pressed together.
“Finn,” she breathed.
“What’s the matter?” I crooned, sliding a palm up her smooth, soft thigh. “I thought you already took care of yourself.”
The needy heat in her eyes stirred everything up in me, made me want to tear her dress off and sink right into her tight, wet pussy.
I lowered my hips to notch myself between her and her mouth fell open as my thick length pressed against her. “Yeah.” I nodded. “That’s from your dirty little voice note.”
Her eyes glazed and she bit back a smile.
“Fuck, you’re bad.” My fingers threaded into her hair and I kissed her, coaxing her mouth open before running my tongue over hers. She moaned into my mouth and my cock twitched.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I groaned as her sweet words shredded what was left of my control. The soft brush of her lips, her tongue against me, it undid me. She lifted her hips, rubbing against me, desperate and needy, and that last thread inside me snapped.
I dragged a breath in. “You’re mine. You said it yourself.”
She nodded, eyelids heavy. My hand moved up her inner thigh until I felt the wetness slicked over her thighs. She wasn’t lying earlier about no panties. Jesus Christ, when she had said that, I felt the pre-cum dripping from my cock. My fingers found her clit and I stroked as lightly as I could. She was swollen, hot, and still soaked. Her eyes fell closed as I massaged her with increasing pressure.
“Finn,” she moaned.
“I love when you say my name, baby. I went so long without hearing it.”
Under her dress, I slipped a finger inside her, locating the ridged spot that made her go insane with need. Like last time, it was easier to find after she’d come once. I pressed it and she gasped.
“Take your tits out,” I demanded, watching as she slipped the shoulders of her dress down and pulled her bra cups down, revealing her gorgeous breasts. “Fuck, I love these,” I groaned out, watching them as she arched. I leaned down to suck a stiff nipple into my mouth, rolling the peak between my lips and teeth, and a low, guttural noise scraped out of her throat.
She was perfect with her walls down like this.
I added a second finger, making the slow come hither motion on her G-spot, thumb skating over her clit. With my other hand, I pulled myself out of my jeans and stroked my length while I stared down at her.
“You look so good like this, ready to come on my fingers,” I told her. I wore a wicked smile as I urged her toward her orgasm. “Come on.”
She clung to my gaze, eyes heavy and chest heaving for air as I stroked her, stroked myself. She watched my cock and the lazy, languid way I touched myself. Pre-cum appeared at the tip and I wiped it off with my thumb.
“Open.” It wasn’t a question.
Her lips parted and I slipped my thumb between them. Her tongue swirled and heat twisted around my spine, making my cock jump. She made a pleased humming noise.
“Good girl.” Her pussy tightened around my fingers. “You love being called that, don’t you? You love pleasing me.” I worked my fingers harder, massaging her inside and out, and she moaned.
“Finn.”
“Say you love it.” My voice teased as I pulled back on the pressure, dangling what she wanted just out of reach.
“Finn.” Frustration dripped off her voice and I laughed, low and dark.
Jesus, she was so warm and wet, I could have done this forever. “Say you love pleasing me.”
“I love pleasing you,” she admitted in a rush, slicking my hand again.
I chuckled. “Good. That wasn’t so hard.” My free hand skimmed her breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples until she whined. I worked her pussy harder, stroking and massaging and fucking her with my hand until I felt the first flutters.
“There you go. Look at you.” She arched, pressing her breast into my hand, eyes clenched tightly closed as she squeezed me between her thighs. One of her hands came to my cock, jerking me, and the other gripped my forearm as I pinched her nipple tighter.
Her eyes opened and locked on me, hazy and fucking beautiful. “Gonna come,” she managed.
“Yes, you are.” Smug pride burst in my chest.
“You’re so good at this.”
“I know.”
She bit her lip. “Asshole.”
I grinned, swirling pressure on her clit, and she fell over the cliff, twisting and squirming, bucking on my hand. She squeezed my cock at the base and I scrambled to hold on to control. Her muscles spasmed around me as she gasped my name, and I felt like a king, doling out pleasure to her like this. Her thighs were slippery with her arousal.
I could come from watching her shatter like this.
My hands came to her hips and in a swift movement, I flipped her onto her stomach.
“You sent me that voice note of you coming on your fingers, gasping my name, because you wanted me to fuck you hard.” I slid her dress up, baring her ass. My hands squeezed her soft skin. “Didn’t you?”
She squirmed, pushing into my hands.
“Didn’t you.”
“Yes,” she gasped, and I gave her a sharp smack on the ass. She moaned.
“Brat.” I slapped her ass again, watching her writhe. “Such a fucking brat.” I dragged the head of my cock up and down her pussy, coating myself with her arousal.
“Finn, please.” Her fingers clutched the duvet and I felt her shudder.
“Please what?”
“Again.”
“Beg. Me.”
“Asshole,” she gasped with frustration.
A low laugh slipped out of me as I rubbed up and down the smooth skin of her ass, pushing her dress higher. She looked so good like this, dress hitched up and ready for me to fuck her.
Years of her hating me, wanting nothing to do with me, while I missed her and hated myself, and now this.
“Beg me.” My tone was cruel but I’d give her what she wanted. As soon as she gave me an ounce of what I’d needed for years. “Ask me like you mean it.”
She growled and glared at me over her shoulder, and my mouth twitched with amusement. “Fuck me right now.”
My blood crackled with electricity. “No.” She made a noise like a pissed off cat and I chuckled. “You were always so much fun to play with.”
“Finn—”
I lay down on the bed beside her and gestured for her to climb on top of me. “Come here.”
Slowly, she raised herself up and crawled over me, limp and boneless. My fingers threaded into her hair and I kissed her, sucking her tongue gently and running my hands through her silky hair. Her hand drifted to the back of my neck, toying with my hair, lighting up my nerves.
We were so fucking good together. Sex had never been like this with anyone but Liv.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Liv,” I murmured. “So perfect. So good at coming for me.”
She let a soft moan out into my mouth, settling her weight on me. My cock ached to fuck her.
We couldn’t though. The realization cut through my racing heart, my clouded thoughts. If we had sex, she’d freak out. It would mean something. It would be intense, and big, and heavy, and there was no going back.
She couldn’t handle it yet.
I glanced at the mirror in the corner of her bedroom, and an idea formed in my head. “Lift up for me, baby.”
She blinked, frowning, and I helped her move her weight to her knees and elbows before I slid down the bed so my face was between her legs.
“Finn,” she gasped as my tongue swiped her. “I can’t.”
“What’s the matter?” I smoothed my palms over her ass, squeezing and pulling her against my mouth. “You can come again.” I lavished her clit with attention and she bucked against my mouth. “There you go.”
She let out a low moan and I grinned, slipping two fingers inside her. I gave her ass one last squeeze before fisting my cock, stroking myself as she rode my face.
“One more time, baby. You can do it. And this time,” I paused before pointing at the mirror. “You’re going to watch yourself in the mirror while you do it.”
“Oh, god,” she whimpered, leaning on her forearms.
“Are you watching?”
Her pussy squeezed my fingers. “Yes.” Her voice was thin and needy, and satisfaction rose in me.
“Good. I want you to get used to the sight of yourself riding my face. It’s different now.” She was already clamping up on my fingers. Not long now. “Understand?”
“Uh-huh.” Another rush of arousal around my fingers, another tremor.
I stroked my length, dragging my tongue up and down her swollen sex, letting her work herself on my mouth to find the rhythm she liked.
“That’s it, baby. Find what you need. Fuck, you taste so sweet.” My voice was a low, demanding growl.
“Gonna come,” she gasped, one hand sliding down to grip the back of my head as she rode my face. Her thighs tightened around my head and my dick pulsed in my hand. “Gonna come again.”
My brain sizzled with lust and pleasure as one of my fantasies came true. As her tight channel gripped my fingers and her pussy soaked my face, my balls tightened close to my body.
“Finn,” she wailed, muffled by the duvet. Her walls pulsed around me and heat seared up my spine, erasing my thoughts as my release closed in. Pride sparked in my chest from her being able to come again, and from helping her do that. At the base of my spine, the pressure burst and I moaned into the apex of her legs as I came, shooting ropes of cum up my stomach and all over her ass, moaning her name.
This. This was where I belonged, pleasuring Liv and feeling connected with her. I drew in a deep breath and pressed a sweet kiss to her inner thigh, wet with her arousal.
“Baby,” I whispered. The word was a pathetic replacement for the three that I wanted to say, but I held them back.
She watched me as she caught her breath. Vulnerability flashed in her eyes and I wondered if she wanted to say it, too.
When she was ready, I’d be here.