Because come morning, things will have to go back to the way they were. Surely, this can’t be more than one night. It can’t be any more than me seeking comfort from him after the day we’ve all had.
It can’t.
If that’s true, then why does the thought make my stomach twist?
Finn’s lips leave mine, peppering their way across my jawline and down to my neck. A shiver rolls through me as he nips at the flesh. Gasping, heat floods my veins.
“You’re irresistible, Ash,” he growls into my ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and tugging.
Having come from my bed, the only clothing I have on is a pair of athletic shorts, leaving my chest bare and available for him to continue the exploration with his mouth. After he makes his way down the column of my throat, he captures my hardened nipple, flicking it with his tongue, and sucking on it in a way that has me squirming beneath him. Moving to the other side, he shows it the same attention before tugging it with his teeth just enough to illicit a throaty moan from me.
His hand comes down, finding mine as he links them together, bringing them above my head where he presses them into the pillow. The dichotomy between his calloused, hard-working palm against the softness of mine makes my head swim. Lips finding my body again, he licks a hot, wet strip across myclavicle before doing something that lights my blood on fire. He tightens his hold on the hand above my head as he buries his face in my underarm, nuzzling his nose in the hair. My cheeks flame and my cock throbs when I hear his deep, hearty inhale.
Every inch of my body feels like it’s lit up with electricity as he continues to breathe in my scent, his free hand dancing down my side and gripping onto my hip.
“Fuck, you smell so damn good,” he groans, bringing his lips up to capture mine. His tongue hungrily delves into my mouth, making my head dizzy. “I don’t fuckin’ get it. I’ve never been turned on by the scent of a man, but with you, it’s like I can’t get enough.”
I don’t say anything, mostly because he sounds like he’s thinking out loud, but also maybe a little bit because I want to hear what he’ll say if he keeps going. I’m hanging on to Finn’s every word like an addict. Hearing all the things he notices about me, when for so long I wondered if he even thought about me at all, hearing how turned on I make him, how riled up he gets, and the way he can’t seem to keep his hands or his mouth to himself. It’s a rush. It’s heady and all-consuming, and I want to hear it all.
“You’re a surprise I never expected,” he says against my lips, voice husky and low. “Everythin’ I thought I knew changed when you moved in.”
Chest rising and falling with fast, shallow breaths, I flick my tongue into his mouth, both needing the admissions he’s feeding me and feeling like I’m scared to hear them at the same time.
Because what if it’s nothing more than pillow talk? What if the morning sun washes away every unbelievable thing he’s saying, and I’m left with the reality that this could mean nothing to him. What if he’s seeking the comfort of a warm body after the scare he had earlier, and that’s all it is? What if this is a convenience to him? What if he’s the type of guy who says things during sex, when emotions are running high and clouding hisvision, that he doesn’t actually mean? And as much as I don’t really want to think about my sister right now, I can’t help but wonder if maybe that’s why she thought they were more.
I love hearing him say these things to me just as much as I hate it because I don’t know what’s real.
Then his mouth is devouring mine again, and just like that, every thought fades away. How could I possibly think aboutanythingat all when his tongue caresses mine? When his lips feel as good as they do? When he presses his pelvis into me, and I can easilyfeelhow turned on he is, his erection matching my own? The need to reach down and take him in my hand, to feel his velvety smooth length, the weight of him against my palm, is overwhelming, but I manage to stay still. The anticipation of what he’s going to do next outweighs my need to speed things up.
Finn lets go of my hand, wrapping his around my throat and squeezing just enough to make my head foggy as he continues to dominate my mouth. He sucks on my tongue, sending a shot of arousal straight to my balls. My dick leaks as my hips thrust up to meet his, needing friction or pressure orsomething. Skin tingling, sensitive to every small touch, I moan into his mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Holding his body to mine.
I need him in a way I’ve never needed anything or anybody in my life. Need him like my lungs need oxygen. Like my veins need blood.
I need him in every way. Inside me. Filling me. Stretching me. I need his sweat to cling to my body. His deep, raspy moans to fill my ears.
I need Finn Moore viscerally. Carnally. Religiously. I need him to turn me inside out.
To ruin me.
“Finn…” His name falls off my lips like a prayer.
Bringing his lips beside my ear, he flicks his tongue out before asking, “What, baby?”
Baby.My lungs cease to function for way too long as my mind replays that one singular word on a loop. The rasp to his voice, his hot breath on my neck, the way I can feel his erratic heartbeat against my chest.
My mouth dries. I’ve lost all train of thought. Any words I once had have vanished, evaporating into thin air as I fight to drag in air. But if I can’t tell him what I want, then I’ll just have to show him. Somehow, I’m able to bring my hands down between us, and I shove my shorts down before awkwardly kicking out of them. When I go to remove his briefs, he thankfully helps me, as eager as I am to be skin to skin.
As soon as his body is free of any clothing, I don’t waste any more time. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I run the flat of my tongue along my palm, getting it nice and wet before wrapping my fingers around his thick, long, hot length. He groans as soon as I make contact, and it sends a thrill all the way to my toes. Then Finn’s mouth collides with mine once more. It’s messy and rough, his tongue surging past my lips, feeding me his need as he thrusts into my grip. With his hand still on my throat, he tightens his hold as he deepens the kiss. Sharp teeth nip at my bottom lip, and I cry out as I grind against his meaty thigh that’s somehow made its way between my legs.
“Fuck… More,” I gasp, pleasure ricocheting through my body. “I need more.”
“What do you need, baby?”
My lips part, a moan slipping past them as my eyes roll back. How can it feel so good when we’re barely doing anything yet?
Squeezing my throat, he breathes into my mouth, “Words, baby. What do you need?”
“Fuck me,” I beg. “I need you to fuck me.”
