She nodded, eyes wide and dark—her breath coming faster.
“But first, say it.”
“You won.”
Chapter 35
I definitely won
Alex
“Good girl. Now let’s see how quiet you can actually be,”Finn’s eyes grew dark, a wicked grin spreading across his face as his calloused fingertips brushed up my inner thigh again. White hot heat flooded my body, and I barely stopped the moan from escaping my throat. I’d wanted this, had deliberately wound him up until he snapped into command mode, but I hadn’t anticipated how strongly I’d react to his control and his decadent voice demanding my surrender. My pulse hammered against my throat as the realization hit me.
It was electric and I was addicted already.
His teeth grazed my earlobe as he whispered low and dangerous, “I’m going to let go of your hands and you’re going to do exactly as I say if you want me to make you come. Do you understand?”
I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak, pulse hammering against my throat as my body buzzed with the knowledge that I’d successfully unleashed whatever this was.
“Use your words, darlin’,” he nipped at my throat. “I need to know you’re still with me.”
“Yes… Finn,” I managed, my back arching as he continued kissing and biting over my neck to my collarbone. “I’ll do whatever you say.”
He released my wrists and smoothed his hand down my sides, before pushing my skirt all the way up to my waist. I shivered as cool air hit the wet fabric of my pale blue fishnet thong, but it had nothing to do with the temperature.
I felt Finn’s breath hitch and he smirked before leaning close tomy ear to set my body on fire with his first command, “take them off.”
“You don’t want to…?” My question died on my lips as he slipped his fingers around my throat and squeezed gently, licking the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“I want to see you bare yourself to me,” his voice remained calm, controlled, wholly authoritative. “Do it or I’ll stop touching you. Lift your hips, love.”
I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and lifted my ass in the air as I pushed them over my hips and down to my knees, my body brushing against his in the process. The slide of the fabric over my thighs, cool air hitting my heated skin, the deliberate exposure while he watched, made me wetter. He was hard and the realization, along with the knowledge that I’d done this to him, had deliberately provoked him past his careful control until he became someone who could make demands like this with complete confidence, turned me on even more.
He kneeled back a moment, and I thought he’d pull them the rest of the way off, but instead I felt myself grow wetter as he let his gaze wander slowly over me, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin like he was memorizing me. My hips adjusting back and forth as my core flexed, my chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation, my body performing for his eyes without me even meaning to.
“Shit, Alexandra, just the sight of you,” he groaned, earning him a whimper in response. I was no longer in control of my body and he’d barely touched me yet. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he moved forward again, fingers brushing over my bare folds, calloused and warm and perfect, pulling another pleased whimper from me as he found my clit, rubbing firm circles around the bud with exactly the right pressure.
“Finn,” I panted. “I’m not going to last… long. Fuck…” I braced my hands against his arms as he leaned over me, fingers diving deeper through my slick arousal and finding my center.
“We have all night, darlin’,” he said, voice impossibly low andrough. “And I plan to use every minute of it.”
The promise in his words sent another spike of heat through me.
“I’ve dreamed of this since I saw you in that fuckin’ blue bikini by Dom’s pool,” the way he spoke spurred me on. One finger, then two, stretching and filling me in a way that made my back arch off the blanket. I bucked up against him and he pushed my stomach down with his free hand, the firm pressure holding me in place while he worked me open making everything more intense. “Those damn perfect lips wrapped around that straw.”
I moaned, gripping his arms, my nails digging into his flesh as he kept up a punishing rhythm driving me toward the edge. Three fingers twisted and hooked back in glorious pressure as his thumb pressed against my clit and the world exploded around me, white hot pleasure radiating from my core through every nerve ending, my thighs clamping around his hand as I rode wave after wave of sensation.
He worked me through my orgasm as I clenched tight around his fingers, pulling them in with every spasm.
“That’s my dream girl,” he cooed, slowing his movement before pulling his fingers out and licking them. I watched him, my head too heavy to move and my body completely destroyed by the intensity of what had just happened. He stretched over me, the glorious weight of him pressing me into the blanket, solid and warm and grounding, both soothing and stoking another deep fire, and kissed me. Long, languid movements of his tongue caressing mine, the taste of my arousal still on his tongue.
“Finn,” I murmured, slipping my arms around his neck as he pulled my panties back up. “Baby, that was so incredible. I’ve never felt… stars… fuck, I’ve never… yours. Only yours…” my words became incoherent babbling as my brain struggled to catch up and process. Finn’s laugh was deep and rumbly against my body as he smoothed his hand down my side and left a trail of light kisses down my neck.
“I think this game—not gin rummy—might be our kink,” he chuckled.
“Heaven forbid,” I grinned, kissing his lips as I my brain finally calmed down enough to carry a conversation.
“How would you feel about moving this to our bed?”
