“I think I will.” He sat up and released his hold on her.
Chuckling to himself, Finn rose from the bed and peeled his shirtover his head. Luna found his ink covered back and arms sexy. He hadn’t penetrated her in the physical sense, but the wetness between her thighs sent a shudder over her. Finn closed the bathroom door behind him and Luna fell out on her bed, eyes rolling to the ceiling. What the hell was she going to do? She had invited him in, and now all she could think about was fucking the shit out of him. Finn was the hoe. She knew better. He was supposed to be finding her irresistible, not the other way around. She reached for her cell on the night table and dialed Minx’s phone. It rang a couple of times before she answered.
“Luna, what’s up?” Minx sounded like she was stuffing her face again, already.
“Okay, I must be tripping right now. I invited Finn inside to watch a movie and chill out.”
“Okay, so what’s the problem?” Minx smacked away. “Oh, and Rose got his nosy ass ear to the phone.”
“Girl, tell me not to fuck this nigga,” Luna hissed, and all she heard was laughs from the other side of the phone.
Rose and Minx roared in hysteria. Luna wanted to choke both of them out.
“Ain’t this a bitch… Minx!”
“Luna, girl, quit faking and give that man what he wants, what you clearly want since you let him in. Just… be quiet. Don’t wake Mama Yoni. She will kick both of y’all ass and put you out on the street,” Minx assured her.
“Very funny, bitch.” Luna pushed her eyes to the ceiling, annoyed. “I don’t even know why I called you.”
“I don’t either, but call me in the morning withallthe details,” she replied.
“Bye.” Luna hung up in her face and pouted.
She quickly oiled her body up and slipped into an oversized t-shirt to sleep in. Finn let himself out from the steam filledbathroom as she pulled the covers back on her bed. With a towel around his wet, chiseled body, Luna couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He had her overheating everywhere, mainly between her legs.
“I’ve got some old sweats and a T-shirt of my brother’s you can wear. He won’t need them since he’s locked up for the next ten to fifteen,” she replied, going into a bottom drawer and tossing him a few things. “They should fit you okay.”
“Thanks.” Finn didn’t take his eyes off of her as he inched closer to her.
With each step he took she grew more apprehensive. Pressed against her side of the bed, Finn hovered over her, an African God in the physical form. Grabbing her around her small waist, Finn lifted her with ease on top of where she slept. Planting his fists into her mattress, his round, cocoa eyes searched hers. Brows thick and pinched together, he tried to figure her out.
“What are you doing?” Luna asked, trembling with him so close to her.
He sexily bit into his bottom lip, which she wanted to devour.
“What are you doing, Luna, hmm? You invite me in here, you strip down, and tell me to take a shower. I ain’t new to this shit, baby, and I hate when a mothafucka plays games with me. So what’s up? You want this dick or what?” He propositioned her, and although her head was screamingrun, bitch, run, her mound thumping between her thighs told her otherwise.
Hell, she needed an itch scratched, and Finn looked like he knew exactly what to do for her. Looking him up and down, she caught the bulge growing under his towel.
“And what if I do?” she whispered, not able to believe those words actually rolled off her lips.
This was Finn, and she wasn’t supposed to be giving in to him, like ever. He was the homie. That was it.
“Shit, you can have that shit any way you like, ma.” He gave her exposed thigh a squeeze and shook his head. “Mmm.”
That did it. Luna soaked the seat of her panties and her heart raced at full speed in her chest. Damn him for making her body do her like that, and he hadn’t even touched her. The thought of what he could do with other parts of him damn near paralyzed her. She was trying to breathe normally, but the way eyes drifted over her stifled her breath.
“This isn’t some lovesick shit, Finn. I’m just… horny as hell right now.” She tried to give excuses.
“Mm-hmm, I know.” He nodded before he dove in for her lips, one hand holding her lower back.
He brought her to the edge of the bed and tongued her down nastily. Her tongue was damn near down his throat, and she snaked both legs around his waist. Finn lifted her shirt, planting soft kissed on her stomach and down to her buried treasure. He teased her, pecking her inner thighs outward toward her knees, then inward again. He did that a few times on each leg before his warm tongue dove into her center and attacked her oyster. Kissing the shit of her lower lips, he watched Luna’s head slip into the clouds. She had no idea what he was doing or how he knew how to do it, but he spoke a new language specifically for her body.
“Mmm, shit!” She gasped, stomach caving while he ate her up like a piece of candy.
When he repeatedly flicked his tongue against her pearl and stuck a finger inside her, Luna lost her shit. With both hands gripping his head, she ground her pussy into his face until she released a rush of juices onto his tongue.
“Mmm, damn, you taste good,” Finn muttered, lapping away at her nectar.
