Finn
The plan wasto study together. Honest.
But when Chessly challenged me about the cookies and made her move to steal the bag, all my focus shifted.
Damn, but she was sweet. When she wiggled around in my lap to straddle me, I forgot all about cookies and homework and the thin wall separating my room from Danny’s. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her full titties to my chest, and I lost all coherent thought except for one: kiss the hell out of this girl and show her why she wants to be mine.
In about a minute, it seemed, teasing kisses turned volcanic when she opened her mouth and let me inside. Her whimpers and breathy moans turned me inside out. I squeezed the perfect handfuls of her ass and urged her closer. Trailing my fingertips along her spine until I held the back of her neck, I relished the shivers that pushed her body closer to mine, the needy sounds coming from the back of her throat as she started to grind herself on me.
Slowly, carefully, I eased back, taking her with me until I was lying on the mattress beneath the sexiest girl on the planet. All the while, I kissed her, first nibbling and nipping her full bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue. Then she took advantage, sucking on my tongue, and it was my turn to grind against her. At last we needed air, and Chess pushed up on my chest, gazing down at me with dazed eyes.
For a long minute, we watched each other as we panted in much-needed oxygen. She blinked, and her focus shifted to somewhere above my right shoulder. I figured out her a move a split second too late.
Snatching the bag of cookies, she rolled off me with clear designs of escape, taking my favorite treats with her. She made it to the edge of the bed before I had her around the waist, hauling her back up onto my chest.
“What do you think you’re doing, thief?”
“Thief?Thief?” she squeaked. “At least I’m not a cookie hoarder.”
“Yeah? So you’re sharing?” I tightened my arms around her belly.
“Uh, sure,” she drawled, her tone lacking any vestiges of sincerity.
In one quick move, I slid her onto her back and fell on top of her, careful not to squish the air out of her. Pulling her wrists above her head, I said, “I’m not sure I believe you.”
Even with my hand pinning her wrist to the comforter, she didn’t loosen her grip on the cookie bag. Those gorgeous sapphire eyes that haunted my dreams sparkled up at me with equal parts teasing and desire. I imagined mine communicated the same message. “I’ll split with you just like you split with me—one third for you, two thirds for me.”
“It was fifty-fifty,” I corrected.
Narrowing her eyes, she said, “Calculus isn’t your struggle, Finn. It’s fractions.”
She bucked her hips in a vain attempt to push me off her, but the move sent my mind in another direction. Leaning down, I nosed my way along her jaw to the corner where I nibbled for a bit before kissing my way down the column of her neck.
Another half-hearted buck of her hips accompanied a breathy “Finn.”
“Mmm?” I kissed my way back up to the hot spot behind her ear.
“If you let go of my hands, I promise to share.” Her breathy tone said cookies weren’t truly on her mind.
I let go of her free hand and she promptly slid her fingers into my hair. My free hand found its way to her waist, my fingers slipping beneath her sweatshirt to find warm, silky skin.
An “Oh!” escaped her, the sound goading me to explore. When I encountered the smooth satin of her bra, her earlier bucking against me morphed into a sensuous, languid writhing, accentuated with moans and my name on a sigh.Fuck, this girl’s sounds alone were enough to get a guy off.
“Can I take this off of you?” I tugged on her sweatshirt.
“Yes,” came out on a puff of air.
She lifted her shoulders off the mattress as I slid her clothes from her body. Then I sat back and looked my fill. Chessly Clarke lying in the middle of my dark blue comforter in her plain white bra ranked as the hottest sight I’d ever seen.
“Why are you staring?”
I put my hands on hers to stop her from covering herself. “Jesus, babe. You are fucking gorgeous.”
Sliding down her body, I rained kisses down her neck, across her collarbone to the hollow of her throat where I licked and nibbled, drawing more of those breathy sighs from her. I kissed along the perfect swells of her breasts above the fabric of her bra, and she started moving again, her hands buried in my hair as she held me to her. Taking a chance, I slipped a finger beneath the band, rubbing and petting the tight bud I discovered.
With surprising strength, she pushed me up long enough to reach behind her back and unclasp her bra. When she lay back down, my mouth watered at the sight of her full tits topped with a pair of dusky-pink nipples I just had to taste.
“Finn!” she cried out. “Oh!”
