My frustration leaks from me in the tears at the corners of my eyes, my teeth against his flesh, my growl that quickly turns to a whine as Finn pulls his hand away.
“Nora.”
This is mortifying. He asks if he can make mecomeand I squander it because ofthoughts?
“Nora.”
“I’m enjoying it, I really am.” I say it through closed eyes. I can’t look at Finn right now. He’s probably grinning that stupid, teasing smile.
“Eleanor,” he says.
I open my eyes. Finn is not grinning. He’s frowning. I flatten the wrinkle at his brow.
“Turn around, Nora baby.”
“What?” I ask, to clarify both the directive and the pet name.
“Turn around,” he says, ignoring the latter—for the best, really—and addressing the former with his hand gently guiding my hips so that I face the wall. “Okay?” he asks.
“I…I guess?” Because he’s not really doing anything except pressing the hard length of himself against my ass, cocooning me with the span of his shoulders.
One hand slides up the back of my thigh. I open for him, spread. Present myself to him becausethis? Yes,thisis okay. He smiles against the back of my neck. I can feel it, the curve of his lips, that wide mouth. His other hand snakes around my front,and he can just reach—thank whomsoever made the universe for tall men with long wingspans—far enough to draw my skirt up with his fingers and slip his hand down the front of my panties.
“You feel that?” he asks as he puts three fingers inside me, the stretch made easier when I can push against the wall, spread my legs wider. “That?” He presses his cock into my ass.
I nod, turn my face into his arm around my shoulder. His deodorant, his cologne, his skin, my new oxygen.
“Good.” He breathes the word against my ear.Good, like all he’s ever wanted was for me to know I’ve made him hard, that making me come makes him so; that he is satisfied.
“Good,” he says again, a croon, a compliment, when he spreads his fingers inside me and Imoaninto his shirt.
“Good,” he praises when I reach for my own breast, pushing myself up for him to see and squeezing my nipple.
“Good,” he says, satisfied, when I say his name as the tension builds inside me. A firework, a midnight kiss. A countdown to something new.
“I’m going to come,” I say. “I’m coming.”
And I bite him, the tender skin of the inside of his upper arm. I bite him as my legs shake and I bear down on his three fingers like I want them to be permanent, as my clit pulses against his finger. And he grunts this time, he grunts as I bite him.
And then he says, “Good.”
Eventually,he takes one hand away, then the other. He rights my dress. I don’t know for sure but I think he licks his fingers clean.
“Okay?” he asks when I turn to face him, one hand still on the wall to steady myself.
I nod. “But…” I reach for him. Because his cock is still pressing against the fly of his slacks. He intercepts my hand, winding our fingers together.
“Probably not the best place,” he says quietly, and I nod again but I can’t tell the difference between this being the best place for what he just did to me and this not being the best place for what I could do to him. He walks us back down the hall, though he doesn’t seem to remember which way we came from, and I take over until we get to a hallway that’s brighter, with benches lining the walls at intervals.
“Can you wait for me?” he asks, pointing to the men’s restroom. I sit on the bench, making sure to perch on the edge and that my dress is covering as much of my—ahem—undercarriage as it can.
Finn isn’t in there very long but when he comes out, his cheeks are flushed, his hair is wet like he’s run his hands through the tap, and the bulge in his pants seems significantly…less.
We walk again, hand in hand, a little slowly because my legs don’t quite feel likeminestill, and I try to think of how to ask him if he jerked off in the bathroom or why he couldn’t trust me to do it or if he still wants me to do it later at my apartment or at his.
I don’t think I’ve ever even been to Finn’s home.
We turn back onto the mezzanine and he pulls his hand from mine under the guise of returning my hair tie to me. “Thanks,” he says.
