A helpless whimper breaks the silence. It is Finn.

Pausing halfway in, Finn braces himself on his elbows, his breath harsh. “Okay?”

Okay? I lift my hips, spreading my thighs wider. “More.”

“Oh, fuck yes,” he groans. One firm push and he’s balls deep, so big it hurts.

I want the pain. “More. More.”

Filthy words tumble from his mouth as he starts to move, giving me what I want. But it isn’t fast. It’s slow and savoring. Finn works me as if he’s memorizing every damn second of it. And I love it.

“Talk to me,” he pleads, moving in a slow steady fuck.

I can barely think, my world is a heavy glide of muscles and cock. “Talk?”

“Your voice,” he says. “Pure fucking sex. Love it.”

What this man does to me. I cup the sides of his damp neck, kiss my way along his jaw. “I love your cock.”

He trembles. “Yeah?”

“The first time I saw it, I imagined…”

Finn stills, pulsing inside me. “What? Tell me.”

“Sucking it.”

He groans deep, rocks against me. Sweat trickles down his temple, his breath is heat on at my ear. “Fuck. More, tell me more. How would you suck it, Chess?”

Slow shivers dance over my skin. “I’d put it in my mouth when it’s still soft. Feel it grow hard as I sucked it.”

“Oh, fuck.” He pounds into me—three hard thrusts that hit so deep I grunt each time—before he slows, deliberately dragging that thick, glorious cock of his in and out in that same evilly steady rhythm. His cheek nudges mine. “Then what?”

It’s almost too much, imagining Finn that way, while he’s actively thrusting into me.

“I’d want you writhing while I sucked you off. You’d lie there and take it, clutching the sheets, almost whimpering as I’d pull on your dick with my mouth.” God, I want that.

“Jesus.” He shivers, dips his head lower. Soft lips brush my shoulder. His voice is a deep rumble. “You gonna tie me up?”

In and out goes his cock, invading retreating. I swallow hard, try to concentrate on the words. “No,” I whisper. “You’d have to hold still on your own. Your willpower against my tongue. That’s part of the fun.”

He moans low and pained.

I run a hand down his back and cup his ass, push him into me. The muscles flex under my palm. “I’d milk you dry like that, Finn. Your thighs parted, your body strung tight.”

He grunts this time, his thrust a little less controlled, a little more greedy.

“After you come, I’ll keep you in my mouth until you got soft,” I whisper against his cheek. “Then nurse that dick hard again.”

“Oh, fuck.” Finn loses control with a groan, and trashes against me. “Oh, fuck.”

He pumps without finesse, without thought, hard and fast. The tight coil of pleasure within me grows almost unbearable. I arch against him, keening as I come. And he’s right there with me, his mouth open and wet on my neck, his pants buffeting my skin.

He stays with me until the trembles die down and our breath cools. And then, with a please sort of grunt, he rolls us to the side, his dick still deep in me. We lie wrapped up in each other, limbs twining, my head on his chest.

For a long time, neither of us says a word. I draw circles through the smattering of hair on his hard chest, and Finn runs his fingertip up and down my arm.

“We should have been doing that since the beginning.”

I smile against his chest. “The beginning, huh?”

“Yeah. I should have set aside my towel. And you should have put down your camera. And we’d fuck under those hot lights until we forgot the world around us.”

I huff out a laugh. “Aren’t we supposed to do it until we forget our names? Isn’t that how it goes?”

“Nope.” He kisses the crown of my head. “I want you to know exactly who’s fucking you. And I sure as hell am never forgetting that it’s you I’m with.”

Gently, he cups my cheek and tilts my head back so his gaze meets mine. “I’m with you, Chess. You know that, right?”

He looks different now, as if the intimacy of sex has exposed a new layer of him. Or maybe it’s simply freed a part of him he’s kept hidden. This Finn looks at me as if I’m his, as if he’s mine. This Finn is irresistible, because I can touch him however I want, whenever I want. So I do.

I kiss his lips, the crest of his cheek, the stubborn edge of his chin. “I’m with you, Finn. All the way.”

Chapter Fifteen

Finn

 

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I take Chess to a restaurant by the water. We sit on a huge terrace strung with lights, our table right beside the glass railing, and watch the sun set over the sea as Chess drinks a fruity cocktail and I nurse a beer.

“What’s good here?” she asks me.

For a moment, I can only stare. Her skin glows with a light tan that makes her green eyes brighter. The ocean breeze kicks up the silky strands of her dark hair, making them dance around her slim shoulders. She looks happy, relaxed, and well satisfied.

I did that. I gave her that soft, content look. I gave her those kiss-swollen lips.

And because I now can, because she’s right here, I lean in and kiss her again. A gentle, lazy exploration of her mouth with mine. She tastes of tequila and passion fruit. And I could gladly kiss her all night. I pull back just far enough to see her smile, those green eyes light with happiness, and I smile too.

I want to tell her things. Important, emotional things that I’ve never said to anyone else. But this shift between us is too new and the place too public. Besides, she wants to order food.

“Get the lobster tacos,” I tell her with another soft kiss.

She hums against my mouth and, when I sit back, gives me an assessing look. “Why do I suspect that you come home for tacos almost as much as you do to see your parents?”

I laugh. “Because I do. They’re the best in SoCal.”

“Pretty sure there are taco lovers who would defend their own hometowns.”

“They can try.” I wink. Looking her over, a swelling sense of rightness fills me. I’ve had moments I thought were perfect. They were preludes to this. To truly being with Chess.