As if he feels my need, his grip on my hair tightens. He takes my mouth with soft, nibbling kisses, deep explorations. All the while walking us toward his room.

Hands fumble behind me. He gets the door open, and then we are in the cool quiet of our bedroom. Standing in the center of it, I watch him close the door, pull his dirty shirt off and toss it to the side. Blue moonlight plays on his shifting muscles as he moves, I drink in the sight, my fingers clenching with the need to touch.

Finn’s eyes gleam as he reaches out and flicks a switch. The bedside lamps turn on, and he grins, a slow curl of his lips. The look in his eyes is predatory.

My belly does a little flip. “Afraid of the dark, are we?”

He takes a step farther into the room. He looks as undone as I feel. Hair mussed and eyes glazed. “Needed to see this in full color.”

We speak in hushed tones, as if neither of us want to break the quiet spell.

He stops close enough that I feel his warmth, see the way his pulse beats a rapid tattoo at the base of his throat. His lids lower in lazy perusal. Softly, he traces a line down my neck, sending little shivers in his wake. His finger hooks on the edge of my shirt and plucks it. “Take this off.”

It’s a low murmur that rubs like velvet on my skin.

Holding his gaze, I pull the shirt free. Cool air buffets my skin.

Finn’s breath hitches. He stares at me without blinking, his chest lightly lifting and falling. “That first night,” he rasps. “You were wearing a gold, silky top. I wanted to slip my hands under it, cup these perfect tits.”

The backs of his knuckles graze the side of my breast, and I twitch.

Finn makes a rough noise in his throat. “I knew they’d be so fucking pretty, Chess.” His thumb brushes over my nipple. “I wanted to suck these juicy nipples right there. Right there at the bar. Right through your little top.”

I sway a little.

Finn’s eyes meet mine. “Take the rest off. I want all of you.”

My hands go to the waste of my pants. “You too. Let me see you.”

Our eyes hold as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down with an impatient thrust. He’s naked before my pjs touch the floor. And then there is just us. And this Finn is just for me, his cock jutting out hard and long, a little pearl of need glistening at the tip. That big cock lifts a little, swaying under its own weight, as preens for me.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell him.

He grasps that beautiful dick in his hand, giving it a light stroke. “And you’re mine.”

I move to him, sliding my arms around his neck, melding my lips to his. He wraps me up in his warmth, his hard against my soft, his tongue dipping into my mouth for another taste.

Stumbling back, he takes me with him, his mouth never leaving mine. We’re on the cool bed. And he lays me down, kissing his way along my neck. Big hands glide over my skin like a dream, slow, soft.

I squirm as, he licks his way down my breast, seeking the tender bud of my nipple. All that time on the couch, he played with me there, working me up, getting me so sensitive, the slightest touch now is almost too much.

Finn knows this. It’s there in the way he looks at me from beneath his lowered lids, all covetous and hot like he’s planing things. “So fucking gorgeous.”

He goes at my poor, stiff nipple with short, leisurely licks, as if he’s testing my flavor, getting himself acquainted with my textures. Just enough pressure to make me feel it, want more.

A satisfied hum from his lips tickles, buzzes straight down to my clit.

I can’t take it.

“Will you…” I swallow convulsively, my body jerking as he flicks his tongue.

“What?” he whispers, idly dragging the flat of his tongue over my nipple again.

“Suck it,” I rasp. “Please. It aches so bad.”

A groan tears out of him, almost pained. He cups my breast in his big hand, plumping my flesh up for his pleasure. The first wet pull of his mouth has me biting back a whimper. My back arches off the bed, but he holds me fast, sucks me with rhythmic tugs.

“Finn.” My voice is thready, trembling. “Please. Suck them.”

He mutters hot, frantic words, his breath coming quicker. His mouth moves to my other nipple. Teeth nip and then the wet glide of his tongue before he sucks. It feel so good, I’m going to melt into a fucking puddle of heat.

My hips rock against the bed as I whine, needing more.

“Shhhh.” He kisses my nipple gently. “You don’t want to wake my parents.”

That sly whisper goes straight to my core. We shiver, sharing the illicit fantasy of pretending we might get caught. It makes everything more intense. The room seems darker, his skin on mine hotter.

Slow, lazy kisses pepper over my chest, as clever fingers drift down my trembling belly. His fingers are thick and long, and by the time he gently slides them over the swollen bud of my clit, I nearly come.

Finn rubs his cheek against my breast, his finger tip tracing the opening of my sex. “I want to fuck you now.”

I think I whimper. My hands claw at his shoulder, the back of his head.

He gives the curve of my breast a soft kiss. His voice is dark honey. “Will you let me, Chester? Will you let me fuck you?”

An incoherent sound leaves me. It’s enough for Finn.

Shadows shift as he rises above me, and then he moves into a shaft of lamplight. God, that body, golden and taut. I want to lick every inch of it. I need to feel it on top of me more.

He settles between my parted thighs, and he feels so good, hard and firm, his skin damp with sweat and emanating heat, that I groan again.

“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. His body trembles. “God, you feel so good.”

My hands glide down his back, mapping the hard terrain of his body. I need him in me.

But he just touches my hair, looks down at me with eyes that show too much. “You okay with this, Chester?” The tenderness in his voice wraps around my heart and squeezes. “Me going bare?” Another caress along my cheek. “I can get something.”

“No.” I lick my swollen lips. “Just you. Now.”

His lashes lower in a sweep, and then he’s staring at me as if I’m Christmas. He draws his hips back, the round tip of his dick nudging my opening. And…

“Oh, fuck,” I moan. I feel that body move and all those muscles clenching as he pushes in, making room for himself inside me. So thick. So perfect. My insides grasp that hardness, holding onto the pleasure.