“So that’s how it is.” His eyes found mine. “I like that. I like it a lot.”
In one smooth move, he stood before me, gathered me up in his arms, and gently deposited me back on the bed. Without warning, he palmed my knees, urging them apart. Then he kissed and nibbled his way along the sensitive skin of my thighs. By the time he’d reached his destination, he’d lit my body on fire. I wanted him so much, I was shaking, yet he took his time tasting me, his moans of pleasure going straight to my head.
If all the world came to an end with the movement of my hips, I still couldn’t have stopped myself from writhing and bucking as he suckled and licked, kissed and played the hard nub of my clit and the depths of my pussy. Another dark laugh escaped him as he draped one heavy forearm across my hips, adding pressure to still me. I plowed my fingers into his hair, tugging at the thick strands as he enjoyed me.
The pressure building low in my belly crescendoed into an explosion of sensations the second he added his fingers to the ministrations of his mouth. Arching my back, I cried his name as waves of pleasure washed through me. He moaned against my clit, the vibrations exciting me even more, and I bucked against his restraining arm as the climax overwhelmed me.
A second later his hand was over my mouth as he chuckled against my belly. “Chess, remember? Inside voice.”
“You do that to me and expect me to be quiet? Seriously?” I meant to sound stern, but the aftershocks rolling through me stole the command from my voice.
Reaching into the drawer in the nightstand, he fished out a condom, tore open the packet, and sheathed himself. His whiskey eyes glittered down at me as he said, “We’ll work on it, yeah?”
For a few minutes he held himself in his hand, teasing me with the head of his cock against my sensitive flesh. Digging my nails into the tops of his thighs, I lifted my hips, silently demanding he follow up on the promise he was making.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” His smile was positively wicked. “You’re also dripping wet. Do you have any idea how hot that is?” He centered himself at my entrance then set his hands on the pillow on either side of my head. “Fuck, I need this, Chess. Need you.”
His mouth covered mine at the same time as he thrust inside me. He swallowed my gasp of delight as our lips and tongues mirrored our bodies’ movements. My hands roamed the broad expanse of his muscled back, and I reveled in the tremors my touch sent over his skin. When he settled himself against me, flattening my breasts with his chest, I wrapped my arms and legs tight around him and held on for the ride.
Though he started out with a steady rhythm, the friction building between us overwhelmed his leisurely pace. Soon he pushed himself up, straightening his arms as his hips pistoned between my thighs. Then he changed the angle, hooking my ankles over his shoulders as he gripped the backs of my thighs and drove into me.
“Jesus, babe. Fuck. You feel so incredible.” His words came out with a grunt. “Chessly. Baby. You need to come. Fuck. Please.” Rubbing the pad of his thumb over my clit, he added another kind of pressure and friction that sent me over the edge.
With my hands fisting the sheets, my body bowed as my inner muscles clamped down hard on his thrusting cock. Behind my eyelids green stars danced a wild dance as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through me.
My eyes flew open as Finn clamped his hand over my mouth. In wonder, I watched the cords of his neck straining against his own shouts, his teeth gritted as he suddenly went rigid. A series of thrusts I didn’t think he could control followed before he relaxed his hold on me.
After gently lowering my feet to the bed on either side of his thighs, he let himself rest on top of me, our labored breathing loud in the otherwise quiet room. I played my fingertips along the long muscles of his back as intense aftershocks like mini-orgasms rolled through me.
“Finn—” I swallowed over my raw throat and tried again. “I never saw you coming.”
Chuckling into the side of my neck, he said, “That’s because you had your eyes shut tight.”
“Not what I meant.”
“I know.”
As the sweat began to cool on our bodies, he rolled off me and disposed of the condom in the trash beside the bed. Then he pulled me into his side so my head rested on his chest. We remained quiet as he drew lazy circles on my arm that I mirrored on his chest.
“Having you back means everything, Chess. Thank you for giving me another chance.”
I wrapped my arm around him, hugging him tight. “Thank you for not giving up.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Finn
“Good thing Dannydidn’t come home last night. That’s all I gotta say.” Bax had just finished filling his to-go mug with steaming coffee and was returning the pot to the warmer when I met my roommates in the kitchen on Saturday morning. “We could hear your girl in my room with two walls and a hallway between us.” He smirked as he grabbed a warm wrapped breakfast burrito from the pan Callahan pulled from the oven.
With a shake of my head, I said, “You’re jealous of how well I can please my lady.”
“My lady is not complaining.” He shot me a look over his mug and sipped his coffee.
“You’re both ridiculous. A word to the wise—keep some things to yourselves,” Callahan chimed in.
“Okay, Dad.” Bax snorted.
“Those women we left passed out in our beds are all friends with each other. That’s all I’m sayin’.” He stepped around Bax to fill his mug.
