Finn’s hand slides up to gently wrap around my neck. The possessiveness feels warm against my skin and it travels from where his hand rests, right down to my pussy. He nips at my bottom lip, playful yet provocative.
I place my hand over his. “More,” I plead, and with a smile his grip tightens.
“So naughty, Cherry,” he mumbles against my neck. He lets his other hand wander, sinking down to the curve of my ass and further until he’s grabbing a handful of my body. “I wonder just how naughty you can be.”
“Naughty enough to tell you to shut up and put either your fingers or mouth to better use.” Our lips collide just as a low groan leaves Finn’s mouth, rumbling against mine and causing my whole body to vibrate.
My dress gives him easy access, the flowy and short material barely offering any sort of resistance at all. Fingers glide over the soaked material of my thong; an entire night of the effects of Finn’s teasing right there for him to feel.
Finn rests his head in the crook of my neck, another groan filling the corridor. “God, I hope you soak my fingers as much as you’ve soaked these panties.”
I hope so, too, because I deserve an orgasm worthy of royalty for how much I’ve suffered tonight.
The most pathetic smirk stretches my lips as I attempt to say, “Only way to make sure I do that is for you to be good at your job.”
His fingers brush against me, so light and teasing that I jump against the wall. “Don’t you worry, Cherry. I will be.”
Cocky son of a bitch.
His mouth finds mine, once more resuming his absolute takeover of my mouth and body. The fact that Finn can go from sweet and sensitive to this is dizzying, but I’m definitely not complaining. I like the polar opposites, the surprises, the plot twists. He’s exactly the kind of man I would write about in novels.
He maneuvers himself around my panties, the soaked fabric made immediately redundant the moment his skin meets mine. The small bundle of nerves right there at the apex is showed the utmost respect with its mere acknowledgment. Most men wouldn’t even make it that far. But Finn locates it instantly, as if he’s reached for my clit a hundred times.
The cold brick ironically adds another layer of heat to my body, the buildup of sensations making me utterly useless. My breath comes out in pants: heavy and full of lust.
My gaze meets Finn’s, and even in my carnal state of mind, I still start to wonder whether the same thoughts are plaguing his mind. If he’s also wondering if what’s happening stems from pure passion surrounding the moment, or if it could possibly be down to genuine feelings for the other person. I wonder, for him, if I were to attempt to offer the same level of pleasure that Finn is supplying, if he would begin to question its origins, too.
A twinge of pain mixed with a larger burst of pleasure rips me from my thoughts. I’m pulled back into the moment by Finn’s fingers filling me without warning. My groans fill the corridor.
“Stay with me, Cherry baby.”
It must have been clear on my face that I’d been in my head, or maybe my reactions had started to dull. Not sure how, though, because even when deep in my thoughts, I can still feel the undeniable pull of an orgasm.
I moan into Finn’s shoulder; an absolutely feeble attempt at keeping myself quieter than I’ve so far been.
I shouldn’t be surprised that he knows exactly how to stimulate me when he’s finger-fucking me, considering he did such a phenomenal job before this. It’s not that I expect Finn to be bad, it’s more that I don’t expect him to exhibit such professionalism. He pays attention to every noise, every command to stay exactly where he is, every plea for him to keep going. His entire attention is on me, with no impatience, no speed to say that he managed to get the job done. On the contrary, he looks downright feral, his eyes hungrily taking me in. He watches the space between us, where his fingers move in and out of me at a leisurely pace, like he has all the time in the world.
He stops, pulling out his fingers entirely, completely ignoring my cries of protest. He inspects his fingers.
“God, Cherry, you have my fingers fucking glistening.”
He’s not wrong, the low lighting catches evidence of my arousal with such ease.
It’s bright enough that I’m also able to see Finn sucking my arousal off of himself. His growl is animalistic, absolutely feral.
He closes his eyes, his face scrunched in pain. “If we weren’t in a fucking dive bar right now, Oakleigh, I’d be bending you over quicker than you could tie a cherry stem.”
And just like that, I’m furious that we’re in a dive bar.
Finn cups my cheeks with both hands, the gentleness of the action completely out of place beside the hunger in his eyes and his words. He tucks a stray hair behind my ears and dips down to kiss me once more.
“If this is the kind of show I’d be getting every time I go to pee, I’ll be a lot better about drinking water.”
I expect Finn to put some distance between us at the sound of Bash’s voice beside us. It’s what I would do if I wasn’t currently trapped between a wall of muscle and a brick wall. But no, he turns us instead, his body shielding me from Bash’s gaze. He immediately turns protective, animalistic for a whole other reason.
He only watches me as he asks Bash, “How long have you been standing there?”
“Hey, don’t get mad at me. You two are the ones who decided to do that right by the men’s bathroom,” Bash protests.
