Page 24 of The Pleasure of Panic

“Warning heard, challenge accepted and hey,” I say, shrugging. “It’s just a game anyway.”

This time he cocks his head a little, like he’s confused. “Is that what this is?”

“Oh, come on.” I laugh. “I mean, yeah. So let’s just—”

“Wait,” he says, one hand in the air like he’s about to stop time. “Are you fucking with me right now? Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Why did you invite me in? Why did you allow me to take off your clothes? Why did you suck my cock?”

“Look, I’m not much of a talker, OK? Let’s just fuck to ease the tension a little and then you can take me wherever it is you’re gonna take me. I mean, it’s getting late. Can we just get this show on the road?”

He laughs. “What the fuck—”

“Exactly,” I interrupt. “What the fuck? Are we gonna do this or not?”

“Do what?”

I sigh. It’s a loud, thoroughly annoyed sigh. “Are. We. Going. To. Fuck?”

He stares at me for one more second, then grabs my shoulders, spins me around, and pushes me face-first against the wall as he leans into my neck and whispers, “Just remember you were warned.”

I whisper back, “There’s no point to pleasure without a little panic, right?”

One hand is between my legs before I even stop talking, his fingers probing my pussy, searching for the sweet spot. And when he finds it, I close my eyes and relax.

I’m gonna enjoy this. I do not give a fuck who he is. In fact, I doubt he’s even an FBI agent. He’s an actor, right? This whole game is nothing but an act. And I need this fuck. Like right now. So I can forget about the dry spell I’ve been in. So I can come, get it over with, and then be at my best when he finally takes me to the club to fulfill my sexual fantasy.

That thought alone is enough to make me moan. But when you add in the fact that his fingers are now pushing up inside me—

“Yes,” I say. “Yes.”

He keeps quiet, which is perfect. Because I’ve had enough conversation for the night. All I want now is action.

He presses his hard cock into my back. “You’re small,” he says, noting—like I do—that there’s no way he’s gonna be able to fuck me from behind standing up. I’m too short. This has always been a problem for me. Kinda sucks too. I mean, even on my tiptoes, his cock will still be inches too high to enter me like this.

He lifts up one of my legs, improvising, because he gains entrance to my pussy and puts me off balance so I have to rely on leaning into his arm, which is pressed firmly against the wall on the side of my head. But then he goes one step further. Lifts me up, off my feet completely, pushing my face into the wall to keep me in position, and his cock slides inside me without resistance.

Clever, clever Finn Murphy.

I’m gonna kiss Chella tomorrow. I mean, yeah, I put up a fight over this stupid game of Jordan’s, but hell, it’s like… it’s like having someone take care of your most intimate needs. It’s kinda perfect.

Finn nips the tender skin behind my ear, his mouth soft, his breath hot. He says, “You like that?” just as he presses his hips into me, pushing his cock fully inside.

“God, yes,” I say back. “More. Fuck me harder. Faster. I need it.”

He chuckles as he takes his kisses to my shoulder and then he lifts up both legs, making me steady myself with palms flat against the wall, and starts the pounding.

I have never been fucked like this in my life.

His balls are slapping against my pussy with each determined thrust. His big, fat cock is buried deep inside me one moment, but with each backwards motion, he withdraws almost completely. Making me feel empty. Making me crave him for those few seconds when he’s not stretching me open. Making me long for the friction that will bring me to climax.

“Brace yourself,” he says, changing position slightly so his hips are almost underneath me, so my top half is crushed against the wall and my bottom half is practically sitting on his cock. He buries himself even deeper inside me—so deep, I let out a gasp from the pain. “Shhh,” he says. “It’s not time to panic yet.”

I agree. That wasn’t a cry of panic. It was a cry of pleasure.

He’s thrusting upwards now, my ass directly above his thighs as he fucks me hard. Harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. His breath is quick, and loud, and he’s grunting in a low, throaty way that makes me close my eyes and just… disappear into the ecstasy of the moment.