Page 17 of His Good Girl

“I can’t, Lex.” Stepping back in the hardest thing I have ever done, but if I stay, I will cross lines that I shouldn’t; that can’t be uncrossed. If I stay in her arms one more second, I will give in and do all the things I have dreamt about doing to her, and I can’t do that. Making my way to where we’re sitting, I order another drink and watch Alexis join her friends again. The guys call it a night shortly after, and we agree to meet at the beach in the morning. I stay behind, eyes glued on the dance floor, on the forbidden fruit swaying in front of me. She crooks her finger at me, beckoning me to join her. I shake my head but feel my resistance crumbling with every drink and every second I stay in her orbit.

Instead, some guy steps between us and speaks into her ear. With her eyes locked on me, she nods as he stands behind her and they start grinding. She loops her arm back around his neck and his arm winds around her possessively. Watching him touch her has me seeing red. She quirks a brow at me then closes her eyes like she's lost in the music, in the dance, in him.

I’m done watching and waiting, and I’ll be damned if I’ll sit here and watch her with some douche. Wrenching him off her with enough force that she stumbles, I bark at him to find another partner. He eyes her then shrugs and heads off into the crowd. Not waiting for a response, I pull Alexis to me, molding her back to my front. She grinds her ass against my rock-hard cock and I hiss into her ear, earning me a throaty laugh that has my dick straining against my pants. Alexis drops her head back against my chest as we move our bodies in sync.

24

ALEXIS

I knew I was playing with fire when that pretty boy asked me to dance, but I was over this fucking game and needed to know if Finn really wanted me. Watching his eyes darken with rage as what’s-his-name was grinding against me sent a chill down my spine. This game of chicken we’re playing is so tantalizing. I have to close my eyes, my body thrumming with need, burning, afraid I’ll combust right here if he continues staring at me like that. When my stand-in was wrenched away, I knew Finn had broke first. The feeling of Finn pressed against me, with our bodies molded together, is the best thing I have ever felt. His cock is a rock against my backside and I’m desperate to feel it, desperate to have him fill me, finally.

Leaning into his touch, I let my head drop back. His hands fan across my waist, giving me butterflies. Holding me to him in a way that tells everyone on the dance floor that I'm his. And I am, at least for the night. As the next song drops, his hands start to creep higher until his thumb is grazing along the underside of my breast. My breathing picks up, desperate to feel his skin on mine. Then a finger slides through the folds of the neckline. Just a caress catching on my piercing, but it’s enough to set me on fire.

This is it, if this is ever going to happen, I need to make a move. Emboldened by the alcohol I’ve consumed, but not enough to blur my thoughts, I lean further into him and pull his head down.

“Meet me in the bathroom, Finn.” He goes stiff behind me and his hand clenches against the fabric of my dress. When I step away, he doesn’t stop me. Looking into his icy blue eyes, I search for any hint of how he will respond. His stare is hard, and I can see the war raging through him. Stepping back toward him, I run my hands up his chest, using his shoulders to pull me closer.

“The bathroom on the second floor.” I flick my tongue over his ear before I turn, walking away without looking back. Making my way through the crowd and up the stairs, my heart is racing like it knows what’s waiting for me up there—something I have dreamed about but never truly believed could happen.

Stepping into the employee bathroom, I check the few stalls to make sure we’re alone. One of the girls we are with is a manager here, and earlier she told me if I needed some space just give her a wink and she would make sure no one came in. With trembling hands, I check my hair and makeup in the mirror.

The door flies open and there he is, looking fucking delicious, staring at me like I’m his favorite treat. He steps inside, letting the door close behind him. With his gaze locked on me, he swallows hard and he looks almost lost. Steeling my nerve, I walk to him, backing him against the door before reaching around and turning the lock. The clink of it reverberates through the space.

“Lex,” he breathes as he searches my face. “You don’t. We don’t. I…” My hands tremble as I reach up and run my fingers through his hair like I have dreamed of doing. It’s softer than I would have guessed, and I’m already obsessed with the feel of it on my skin. His eyes close as he leans into my touch, turning his head to kiss the inside of my wrist. Slowly, like he can’t control himself, he slips his large hands into the neck of my dress, finding my breasts.

“Fuuuuck, Lex.” Biting my lip, I barely contain the moan at his touch. I reach behind me and undo the top of my dress, letting it slip down to hang around my waist, exposing myself to him. His large hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my pebbled nipples. Goosebumps cover my flesh as I stand there, watching him touch me. One side of his mouth hitches into a half-smile before he lifts his gaze to mine and pinches my nipples.

“Yes,” I moan, lost to his touch. He dips his head down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. My core tightens, wetness coating my panties. He moves to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while the other hand works my nipple. He rolls the tip between his thumb and forefinger. I’m so fucking turned on, coiled so tight, every nerve ending vibrating with a need so intense I feel like I’ll break under the pressure of it.

“Finn…” It comes out breathy and desperate, but I don’t care. “Please, I need you. Take me.” His head shoots up and I nearly shout in frustration at the loss of his mouth on me.

“Are you sure, Lex?” I’m not sure when he started calling me Lex, but I fucking love it. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t want you, that I don’t need you, Finn. Please.”

His smile is one of pure satisfaction. He turns us so my back is against the door. He traps my hands above my head in one hand while the other makes its way under my skirt. Wasting no time, he pushes my thong to the side, his fingers sliding through my center. He growls at the wetness he finds.

“Fuck, Lex, you’re so wet. So ready. So fucking perfect.” Finn spears two fingers into me as he says the last part. I’m already panting, desperate to feel more of him. He releases my hands so he can work my breast once more. Reaching down, I undo his pants and slip my hand inside to grasp his cock. He presses his forehead to mine, breathing hard.

“I know I should stop this. I’m old enough to be your father. But fuck, I can’t seem to stay away.”

“Then stop trying. I’m right here, take me, Finn.” I push his pants down and his cock springs free, bobbing against his stomach. He is rock hard, so thick, and already glistening with arousal.

“Fuck it,” he growls. The tether keeping him in check snaps and he grips my thighs, easily lifting me off the ground. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as his mouth descends onto mine. We crash into each other, a wild mess of teeth and tongue. I rub myself against him, desperate to feel him inside of me. Then he’s there, the tip of his cock pressing at my entrance. Nudging my soaking wet core.

“Lex?” His breath is ragged, the tendons of his neck straining from the control he fights to hold onto. I drop my hips and his tip breaches my entrance.

“More,” I demand.

Rolling his hips, he thrusts, pressing into me, stretching me, filling me completely. I'm lost to the feeling as he sinks further into me. The door digs into my back, but I don’t care as long as he keeps touching me and filling me like this. The pressure feels so good, I whimper. Finn tenses and starts to pull away, and it’s my turn to growl.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop, Finn.” Threading my hands into his hair, I fist and pull. His resulting groan has me tensing already as an orgasm builds in me. As my pussy clamps around him, he finally lets loose, pounding into me with enough force that my body thumps against the door with each powerful thrust, the pain only heightening the pleasure. We’re pressed so close that with each thrust his pelvis grinds against my clit, driving me mad.

“Fuuuck, Finn, I'm close, so fucking close.” Tension is building, winding me tighter than ever before. Just when I think I can't take much more, he works a hand between us and pinches my clit.

“Come for me, Lex, soak my cock, baby.”

I bite his shoulder to stifle my scream as my orgasm barrels through me. He doesn’t stop, he keeps thrusting into me, pinching my clit. The orgasms crash over me in waves, never ending, when he finally groans his release with his mouth pressed to my neck, and I’m lost to everything but the feel of him.

We stay there for several minutes catching our breath, me still clinging to him, his face pressed into my neck. A soft knock at the door tells me our time is running out. I unwind my legs as he pulls out of me and sets my feet on the ground, keeping his hands on my hips.