My heart thrashes as I use my hold on his shoulders to press forward, applying more pressure to the bulge digging into me. The juvenile movement sends heat piercing through my stomach, coiling low as my core clenches. My panties grow damp and sticky as I exhale, hovering my lips over his, close enough to taste him without closing the gap completely.
“Tell me, Bree. Does it feel as good to you as it does to me?”
I rock back, then forth, forcing my robe to rise further up my body. It bunches at my hips, exposing my ass in my thin panties. The fabric covering my pussy does nothing to hide how I’m feeling from him, but he doesn’t call me out on the wet spot or the heat that must be soaking into his jeans.
“Better, maybe,” I whisper.
His chuckle is rough, almost dark. “I doubt that.”
He uses his grip on my nape to urge me closer so he can take my mouth in a hard, desperate kiss. The noise that escapes me is so close to a whine I’d be embarrassed if I were with anyoneelse. Finn’s responding moan makes it too hard to think about anything besides moving my hips.
My clit feels swollen, almost sensitive to the point of pain as I move over him, rubbing against the bulge that’s grown beneath me. I chase the pleasure expanding inside of me, too far into its clutches to think again about what happens after this, once the haze has drifted.
On my next backward glide, I drop my hands between us and loop a finger beneath the waistband of his jeans, gasping in a breath when our lips part.
“I need . . . Can I?—”
“Please,” Finn replies without waiting.
I pop the button open and tug at the zipper before stalling, my fingers almost shaking with nerves. It’s like being a teenager again and kissing a boy from the football team in the back seat of his car for the first time. My stomach shrinks around the large battering wings inside of it as I open my eyes, focusing on the bright blue ones in front of me.
“Do whatever you want with me, Aubrey. I’ll beg if you need me to. Just don’t stop now. Not yet.”
“If we go too far, we won’t be able to find the way back,” I whisper, already shimmying his jeans down.
“Then we’ll only take a few more steps.”
It’s enough for me.
Finn lifts his hips off the couch, and I pull his jeans down just past his underwear. The tight, black briefs that were beneath them are now the only other barrier left to keep us from jumping into the deep end. I move forward, curving my hand around the side of his neck, needing to keep myself in check as I use the other to hold his shoulder again. I keep both hands above his waist, where they need to stay.
He slides the hand on my thigh around to cup my ass, then bunches my panties in his fist, forcing them to stretch againstmy pussy. With a roughness I’m not familiar with seeing from him, he’s the one who takes that next step. With only our underwear between us, he moves me directly on top of his crotch.
“Finn,” I warn, too breathy for him to take me seriously.
He soothes me with his mouth on mine, chasing away the worry and hesitation with warmth and bliss. I lean into his chest, the tension draining from my muscles as I press down, feeling the shape of him firmly against my pussy. The length doesn’t surprise me, but the girth . . . I don’t know whether to be impressed or scared. I’m so wet that I know he’s feeling it once I drag myself over him, applying pressure to where I’m the most sensitive.
His fingers twitch where they’re holding me, and he teases my tongue with his, groaning softly. His cock throbs, and there’s no telling if all the dampness I feel is from me or him, too.
“Don’t stop,” he orders gruffly, guiding me now, using his hold on my ass to drag me where he wants. “Please.”
I’m the one panting despite him taking over the movements. He has a hand on my waist now, using the grip to set the pace while his hips jerk in time. I glance down when my robe finally falls open, parting as the tie loosens completely. My lack of bra didn’t register to me earlier, but now . . . Now it’s hard to think of anything but the fact that Finn can see my entire tit.
His gaze drops immediately, those glittering eyes seeking my bare chest. We don’t stop moving, even as he slowly glides his hand to my stomach and then up to my sternum. He pushes, and I arch backward, gripping his forearm. I shiver when his nails drift over my collarbone, teasing before pinching my robe and bringing it down my arm. It pools at my elbow, and I suck my lip into my mouth to stifle the whine that wants to escape when he leans forward and brings his mouth to the curve of my breast.
“You have a beautiful body, Aubrey,” he murmurs, lightly sucking on the pale skin.
I laugh, but it’s shaky and quiet. “You’re just saying that because you have my entire boob in your mouth.”
“I’m saying it because it’s true.”
His tongue paints a wet line just above my nipple, and I jerk, nearly panting. Goosebumps cover my entire body, betraying my desire, my throbbing need for him. It’s overwhelming, the pull I’m feeling right now, like if he were to stop right now, I’d be devastated.
Heat scatters across my chest as he pulls back only to lower his head further and close his soft lips around my stiff nipple. He presses his tongue flat to the peak before he sucks, drawing on it so hard that the pleasure shoots down to my centre, making me seep into my panties. I clutch the back of his head, my fingers curving into his hair as I keep him in place, my hips moving on their own.
Soft sounds breach my lips and drop between us as I curl toward him and urge him back against the couch. He doesn’t release my nipple until he swaps to the other, repeating the motions of shoving my robe out of the way before pulling it into his mouth. The low growl in his chest fuels my movements just as wickedly as his lips and tongue do.
“Finn—I’m . . .” I trail off when he bucks up beneath me, stealing my words.
