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“Fuck, I bet you’re soaking wet, too.” Finn guesses right, and I respond by spreading my legs for him.
That’s it, I must be possessed.
Another laugh rolls off his tongue. “Give me a yes, Gem.”
Dia, don’t go there.
Don’t go down that road with him.
Don’t—
“Y-Yes,” I choke out.
Too late.
“That’s a good girl,”he breathes out and drags a finger up my thigh. I can’t suppress a gasp when he lifts up my robe, stopping inches from a place no one’s ever touched before.
“Wider,” he instructs, and I oblige, offering more of myself and quivering with anticipation. I nearly fall apart when Finn jerks my robe out of the way and slides a finger inside my slit.
This is happening.
A guy is touching me for the first time.
And it’s not just any guy.
It’s Finn fucking Richards.
“So fucking wet.” He groans, and my eyes roll back as he guides his index deeper to test the water. He runs his finger up and down my crease slowly. Pleasure thunders through me every time he grazes my clit, but he never stays there long enough to put out the fire.
“Come here,” he grunts, his right palm wrapping around my throat from behind. My heart nearly bursts out of my chest when his lips crash down on mine. I kiss him back over my shoulder in an instant, the sensation of his tongue mingling with mine overriding my senses.
Jesus, it is always like this?
Does every boy kiss like that, or is it just him?
My questions crumble when Finn thrusts a finger inside me. Just like that, he takes another one of my firsts, filling me with not one but two fingers and making me gasp in his mouth. The sensation of fullness is overwhelming, and he’s stretching me to the limit, buthis thumb landing on my clit and rotating hard and fast trumps the pain in no time.
I can hear my own arousal as we kiss, feel the result of his fingers pumping in and out of me coating the inside of my thighs. Less than two minutes later, I’m backing up into his hand for more. I don’t recognize the girl moaning in the dark. She’s a stranger to me.
Dangerous.
Impulsive.
Reckless.
She doesn’t think, she just feels.
And if I weren’t so busy riding my housemate’s hand and hating myself for it, I’d be trying to exorcize her out of me.
“What do you want?” Finn urges. “You want me to stretch that tight little pussy wider? Tell me.”
The promise I made to my brother to never get involved with Finn that first week pops into my mind, and my conscience challenges my heart to a duel…
“You know what I want,” I whimper.
News flash: my heart won.
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
