He nipped at the corner of her lips. “I can’t say threats of you getting off in front of me will work, MoMo. I kinda like this needy…” His cock brushed against her pussy. “Demanding…” Another sweep. “Whiny… Molly…”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he was ready. He covered her lips with his and slipped inside her in one thrust. She cried out into his mouth and her body wilted against the mattress.
At last. Finn O’Brien’s dick was inside her – and it didn’t feel at all weird. In fact, the total opposite. His eyes searched her face as he held steady for a beat, then two. Was he waiting for her to change her mind?
She rocked her hips, chasing friction, and he grinned, tipping his in response so he inched just a little deeper. Picking up the pace, his skin slapped against hers as it seemed any trace of uncertainty was replaced by an undulating, all consuming need to fuck her.
“Yes… yes…” Her heavy breaths punctuated her cries of bliss as he drove into her with deep, precise thrusts.
She tightened around him, clawing at his scalp as she pressed his face against hers. Her muscles twitched and that familiar tingle was growing in her core. She wouldn’t last much longer. He must have felt her reaction because he grabbed her thighs and angled her hips to get a deeper angle.
Her eyes rolled back as he pounded her g-spot. She slipped her hand between them to glide her fingers over her clit, coming undone with his name on a scream.
“Don’t stop.” His feral growl in her ear spurred her on. He was close, grunting with each thrust.
She clenched around his cock, locked her legs around him, and with a huff of breath, rolled him onto his back. “That was easier than I thought it would be.” She moved her hips, building back up to the pace he’d set.
He clutched her hips as she rode him, her tits bouncing with every thrust. The pad of his thumb found her swollen, overly sensitive clit, and her body went into overdrive.
“So… close…” He held her gaze as she fucked him, but when his eyes rolled back and his thighs tightened between her legs, she brought him home.
Hearing her name fall from his lips on a roar as he came in a tangle of cuss words and deities made her heart soar.
“Yes!” He held both palms out to her and she met them both for a loud, hi-ten smack. Collapsing onto him with a grin, she sighed and snuggled her face into the crook of his neck.
“Not bad for a first time.”
He grabbed her by her biceps and pushed her up to look at her face. “Not… bad… she says. That wasn’t even a high-fiveable fuck, that was a hi-ten fuck, Molly Morrison.”
She couldn’t help but giggle at the incredulous look plastered on his face. “Okay, fine. Above average.” She leaned forward to grab a wad of tissues from the bedside cabinet.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Easing off his dick, she shoved the tissues between her legs.
“I don’t want your ooey gooey cum running down my legs thank you. And I’m going to pee. I don’t want a UTI either.” She stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge she kept next to her bed.
Sure it was mostly filled with her favorite Yeungling beer. But there was always a bottle of water in there for emergencies - and rehydration after excessive sweating post-sexercise. “Here.” She tossed the bottle onto his stomach, giggling as he writhed like a cobra as the cold plastic hit his hot skin. “Hydrate before you die-drate.”
She’d barely graced the toilet seat with her ass when he called from the bedroom. “Hurry up, I’m ready for round two!”
There was no trace of regret in his voice, no awkwardness or hesitation. It felt like they’d simply always been together. Was that what they’d been missing for years? Like the comfort of an old pair of slippers that blow your fucking mind every time you sink into them. Was this how it could have been the whole time they’d known each other?
Her heart spasmed as she flushed, leaning forward to brace herself on the cool porcelain for a beat to steady her breathing. The bigger question was, would it last?
Chapter 22
Finn
Whoops and cheers greeted Finn as he arrived home the next morning. As soon as he opened the door, Meghan Trainor’sWalk of Shameblasted throughout the building and echoed down the street.
“About fucking time, Finnegan!” Slow claps tapped out the beat of his steps as he walked.
“Finally broke your dry spell, eh, Obi?” Will slung an arm around his shoulders and guided him into the kitchen. “Who’s the lucky girl?”
If Finn had been thinking with his brain and not his dick, he’d have thought the aftermath through and come up with a better plan. In hindsight, staying over at Molly’s probably wasn’t his smartest move either.
To Will’s left, Linc cringed and covered his face, Russell shook his head and flared his nostrils. It was probably a bad time to tell Will that Finn had in fact broken his dry spell with the long-term object of his affections: Will’s younger sister. Finn shuddered.
