Me: It’s off.
Jack: Now everything else.
Finn gathers my hair in a loose ponytail and hangs it over my shoulder. He opens the clasp of my bra and gently drags the straps over my shoulders. I’m so wet already, I feel it on the leather underneath me. And it’s not just me. Finn is rigid against me, and I swear I feel his moisture on my back.
Jack: Are you naked?
Me: Yes.
Jack: Good girl. Since I don’t have to worry about the stockings, I don’t need to be careful with you. Do I?
Finn reaches around me to respond.
Me: No.
A few seconds go by without a response. Finn runs his big, impatient hands down my arms to my wrists, then up my knees, along the insides of my thighs. My heart beats so hard, I feel it at the base of my neck.
Jack: Here’s what I’d do if I were there. I’d make you spread your legs open so I could see how wet you are. Do you need a little help getting wet?
Me: Yes.
Jack: My pleasure. How many fingers do you want?
“Sick fuck,” Finn breathes onto my neck. But he parts my thighs as far as they’ll go, which isn’t much since he’s boxing me in, and slides two fingers inside me. I drop my head back on his shoulder. “More.”
Finn shows me his glistening hand. “One or two?”
Four fingers scares the crap out of me. “One.”
Finn types for me.
Me: Three.
He resumes fingering me, stretching me with more of his hand than I’m used to.
Jack: Three is a good warm up. I’m pretty big. Maybe too big.
Me: I can handle it.
Me: My boyfriend is huge.
Jack: Bigger than seven?
Finn grunts and pulls one of my feet onto the chair. He finger-fucks me a little harder. “Yes.”
Me: Bigger.
Jack: Then I don’t need to be gentle. I’ll finger you almost as hard as I’ll fuck you. Until you’re close.
I can’t respond. I hold onto the arm of the chair with one hand, gripping Finn’s wrist with the other. I’m not sure if I’m trying to slow him down or keep him there. He feels so good. Too good.
I let go of Finn to type with one hand. I’m shaky, so it takes me a couple tries.
Me: Kiss
Me: me.
I turn my head and Finn latches his mouth on mine, swallowing my moans as I approach the edge. When I begin to contract around him, Finn pulls out. “Not yet.”
