Finley
If you’re not here in fifteen seconds you’ll be coming alone
I fumble out of bed and down the hall, trying not to rush to showexactlyhow eager I am. She’ll know as soon as she sees me. There’s no disguising what she does to me in these pants.
It’s a miracle she’s inviting me to her room. She’s too perfect for me to be real. When the other shoe drops, when she moveson, it will be my heart fed through a shredder, crosscut into tiny pieces that can never be put back together.
Still, I knock lightly on her door, waiting for permission to enter.
“Come in already,” she calls through a burst of laughter. Every laugh I elicit from her brings me so much joy. “I think we’re past knocking, don’t you?”
A pair of shorts lays on the floor beside her bed, which means underneath the comforter ten feet away, Finley’s naked. Her light blue vibrator sits beside her on the table—it’s not intimidatingly big but has an extra arm to stimulate her clit that my cock doesn’t have. I haven’t worked someone with my dick and my hand before, but if it’s what she likes, I’ll learn.
“We’re alone, right?”
“Matt and Gem are at a playdate with Elodie.”
Finley holds up the comforter, inviting me into bed. I stride through the threshold of the room, not stopping until I’m sliding in next to her. We lay side by side, facing each other. Her free-flowing blond hair is mussed, her cheeks pink.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Hi,” she says shyly, such a contrast to her usual confidence.
“Hi,” I say back, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “You look beautiful like this.”
Finley’s lips quirk. “You mean turned-on?Someonekept me wait—”
I can’t help it; I kiss her. Finley melts into my arms, kissing me back with the same fervor as last night. She lets out a satisfied sigh when my tongue enters her mouth to tangle with hers. I pull her closer, bringing her leg over mine and squeezing her ass. One of her hands reaches under my shirt, and she runs her fingers over my abdomen, my muscles clenching beneath her touch. Her other hand grips the side of my head, weaving her fingers into my hair.
I’m painfully hard. Close like this, the tent in my sweatpants jabs her center. She repositions herself until she’s right over my cock, grinding against it, seeking more friction. My vision blackens from the pleasure, and I’m not even inside her yet.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur between kisses.
She pulls back and her eyes open, blinding me with my new favorite shade of blue. “Your fingers,” she says, taking my hand from her face and bringing it between her legs without an ounce of self-consciousness.
“Shit, Finley—” My strangled words are cut off when my fingers easily slide inside her.
She’s going to feel so good wrapped around my dick. I close my eyes, breathing in deeply, letting it out slowly, willing my throbbing cock to calm down.
“Zach, what’s wrong?”
I keep my eyes shut as I try to talk again, not wanting to see her disappointment or judgment. “I’m not… as experienced as you might think. I want to make this good for you.”
Her fingers lift my chin. “Hey,” she whispers. “Look at me.”
When I open my eyes, the concern in her expression constricts my chest.
“It’s already good for me because you’re here. Don’t stop kissing me, okay?” She places her lips on mine. “And I need youhere”— she brings my fingers to her clit—“more than anywhere else.”
I nearly blurt,Finley, I like you so much, but she’s not asking me to speak. So I kiss her with every fucking emotion coursing through me. I don’t stop, not when she moans against my mouth, or when she writhes on my fingers seeking more pressure, or when her hand strokes my shaft through my pants. I’ve never been this worked up, needed release this badly. I’m barely holding off my orgasm when Finley’s entire body shakes.
She breaks our kiss, throwing her head back. Her voice is breathy and strangled, like she can barely speak. “Zach, I’msoclose. Because ofyou. I didn’t think—”
Her words cut off as she lets out a high-pitched moan.
“Fuck, this is so much hotter than I imagined,” I groan.
I’m already addicted to the look of bliss on her face as she rides my fingers, finding her release. Her head turns into her pillow as she cries my name.
