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"Good luck." I waited a few more moments and then turned to Finn. "You have to sing for me now."
"Oh, I will?" His lips curved up, slowly heating my insides. They'd been at a slow burn since he kissed me, and his sexy smile was like a soft curl of wind shooting the flames higher. "What do you want me to sing to you, Winter?" He pressed his lips against my temple. His lips moved against my skin, the words of The Lumineers’ “Hey Ho” barely more than a whisper, but I heard them loud and clear. It was the only thing I could hear. I crumpled against him, glad I was seated. I didn't need beer or shots. Just being with Finn made me drunk.
And then I needed it to be the two of us, just as he promised.
"I'm ready to go," I said.
His eyes were dark and full of wicked delight. He pushed to his feet, set aside the two nearly full cups carefully and picked up the blanket. "We're going." The others nodded. He tucked the blanket under his arm and tossed the two cups in a nearby trashcan. I followed him out. The crowd moved around us, hands waving in the air, their bodies in motion. We walked, our hands brushing each other, and I swore sparks lit up the dusk.
Finn's stride was stilted as if he was trying not to run, but I couldn't wait either. "Race you," I murmured and took off. He ran behind me, and I knew he could catch me, but he never did. The thrill of being almost caught heightened my excitement, and I was breathless with want by the time I got to the truck.
He yanked the rear door open and heaved me in. "I'm not taking you here, I promise," he panted, "but if I don't have my mouth on you in the next five seconds, I'll go crazy."
"Five seconds." I pulled his head down. "Why so long?"
He released a crazy smile and then his mouth was on me. We both groaned, the vibrations shooting down my body. Underneath my shirt, his large hand engulfed my bare breast. "I need to see these. I need to see every part of you."
He moved down my torso to my stomach, pushing the shirt higher. His hot lips on my stomach made me cry out in pleasurable surprise, and when he placed his mouth over what felt like my entire breast, I had to reach up to grab at the door behind me.
His fingertips danced down my body and paused at the fastening of my jeans. "Okay?"
"Yes, please." Yes, please do what you will to me because that one night you made me see stars with just your hand. The vision of your head between my legs, licking me clean has made me come every night since. I couldn'
t say these things out loud, but it seemed I didn't need to. He understood. He undid my button and then pulled down my zipper. He tugged my jeans off, sliding out of the open truck door to do so. I pushed up on my forearms and looked at him. Dusk had rapidly turned to night. It was dark in this parking lot, and I could see no one else but the solid outline of Finn.
"Still okay?" he asked and tossed the jeans over the seat into the front.
"Yes."
"Good, because Jesus Christ, look at you." He bit his lip and ran a hand down the front of my panties. They were navy blue with black lace trim. Not my sexiest pair of panties, but definitely special. He clearly liked the look of them, what little he could see.
"I'm going to drag my tongue over every inch of smooth flesh." He rubbed both his hands from my knees to my inner thighs. His thumbs were between my legs but not quite touching me. It was a perfect kind of torture. Against his hands, my body looked fragile and delicate. His fingers inched upward, and I tried not to be embarrassed by what he must feel there. The wet cloth, the heat.
"You're soaked, baby, and I love it." His fingers dipped underneath the cotton, and the slow drag of his thumbs over my clit and down my outer sex had me falling backward, unable to support myself. Unconsciously, I dug my heels into the leather of his back bench seat, pushing toward him, and his two thumbs slid inside me.
11
FINN
She was making me crazy. Or my cock was making me crazy because why else would I have been all over her in the backseat of my truck? But now my fingers were inside her, I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do than strip her bare. My blood was pounding louder in my ears than the bass in the park. She dragged her hands down my forearms, curling up to mold her lips to mine.
Could she feel my racing heartbeat? Could she sense how close to the edge I was? The world shrank to this space between her and me. I felt her velvet soft skin beneath my fingers and her plump mouth beneath my tongue.
She made me weak-kneed, like a boy touching a woman for the first time. I dragged my mouth away so I could finally taste her. Her panties were off and thrown aside. I took a moment, a long one, to admire her bare skin. "Have I told you I love this?" I said, hoping my voice conveyed the reverence I felt.
"Maybe once." I heard her smiling.
"Let me show you." I leaned forward and licked her from the bottom all the way to the top of the smooth, waxed skin and then back again. My little and big heads swelled at the gasping noise she made. I didn't just use my mouth. I ate at her with my tongue and teeth. I thrust two fingers inside her cunt while holding her hard against my assault with my other hand. She writhed beneath me, a completely wild thing.
As I sucked on her clit, I looked up and saw her hands braced against the door as she arched toward me. I wished there was more light so I could see every part of her, from her flushed skin to the glitter in her eyes. I couldn't see her, but I could hear her, so I closed my eyes to amplify her taste and smell, and the pure, unadulterated sex sounds we were both making.
There were my groans of satisfaction as she pulsed against me, and her rapid pants became louder moans as her climax overtook her. I drank it all down, licking and sucking to make sure every drop of her golden juice made it into my mouth. When she'd quieted, I gave her one last kiss before stepping back and swiping my forearm across my mouth. "Best meal I've ever had," I said cheekily.
She laughed weakly. "I'm officially dead." Her one arm looked completely boneless as it dangled over the edge of the seat. "I know this because I can feel the outside air blowing against my private parts, which means anyone could see me, yet I can't summon the energy to move. Thus, I must be dead."
I wasn't dead. Not by a long shot. My cock felt like an angry club inside my pants. The reasons for holding off were escaping me at the moment. But they must have been there. I picked up her panties from the floor and helped her into them. The jeans looked formidable. "Think you can keep me company in the front seat?"
"Yes, but can you drive in that condition?"
