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One word, one syllable.
N-O.
And yet… I physically can’t make a sound. His touch feels familiar, almost liberating, as he nudges my panties to the side in one move and looks up at me.
This is my chance.
Say no. Just say no.
I open my mouth…
But nothing comes out.
“Fuuck yess,” he grits out from the moment his fingers land on my clit. His circles are slow at first, and I want to scream in rage because it shouldn’t feel this good. He’s barely using any pressure. Why in the fuck does it feel so good? Has it really been this long? I touched myself recently, didn’t I? Not that it can compare. Nothing feels like this. Like him.
I can’t contain a loud moan when Finn picks up the pace, and his eyes widen at the sound. Most guys in this situation would take it up a notch, but Finn isn’t most guys, and he decides that stopping is a better idea.
“You want it, then take it.” He uses his hold on my hair to lower my head, forcing me to look at his hand shoved inside my jeans. “Use me, Dia. You’re not mine? Fine. But I’m all fucking yours.”
And so, I do just that.
I use him.
I begin to move back and forth while Finn presses his fingers to my center. I’m responsible for every sensation as I rock against his hand and quiet the moans in my throat. Desire burns in his hazel eyes as I take what I need from him. We’re on a rooftop—and sure, the building is the tallest around, but anyone could open the door and see us. Something must be wrong with me because I can’t bring myself to care for one second as I watch Finn rub my clit faster with each roll of my hips.
His voice has a carnal edge to it as he rasps, “Tell me you’re not wet for me.”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I whimper and immediately want to smack a hand over my mouth. Who the fuck is this girl, and why is she so dirty? A question I’ve been asking myself since the day Finn Richards walked into my life.
Finn doesn’t take any convincing, regaining control and gliding his fingers down to my entrance.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, Dia. You feel so warm. And I bet if I…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, squeezing two of his fingertips inside me. I tense for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation, and Finn grunts, leaving a few kisses up and down my jaw.
“Relax, baby. Don’t overthink it.” He never lets go of my head as he speaks, hell-bent on making me watch, and I take his advice, inhaling a deep breath. I immediately feel my shoulders unwind, and Finn easily pushes the rest of his fingers inside me. “That’s a good fucking girl.”
I almost go insane when he says that.
“Come here.” Finn surprises me by pulling his fingers out of me and guiding me against his chest. My head droops against his shoulder as he opens his legs to allow me to sit between them. His right hand picks up where it left off, sliding inside my panties. His fingers fill me to the brim before I know it, and his other hand shifts to my throat, giving it a squeeze. His thumb pinpoints my clit, the rest of his fingers sliding deeper inside me.
“Fuck, I’ve missed that view,” he whispers in my ear, rubbing me in small but rough circles.
“Faster,” I cry for more. He speeds up his circles, fingering me to another realm. I can feel his cock jolting every time I moan, his length rubbing my back, and I try my best not to imagine what it would be like to hold him, taste him, fuck him.
“You don’t see it, do you?” His mouth snakes up my neck, nibbling at it until I’m boneless against him. “You don’t see how fucking perfect you are.”
I’m not perfect.
I’m weak.
I’m letting my ex-boyfriend finger-fuck me on a rooftop, and what’s worse… I like it.
“I hate you,” I pant in a failed attempt to save face, my self-hatred muffled by the lust in my voice.
“And I love you.” He goes harder, faster, breathing me in as he buries his face in my neck. “I love you so much, Dia. I loved you even when I didn’t deserve to.”
My heart swells up to an agonizing size, pain coursing through my veins as my back arches off his chest. I start to shake uncontrollably, my voice of reason protesting as loud as it can, but I’m already too far gone. I’m going to come in his arms, whether I like it or not.
My moans intensify, and Finn reads me loud and clear. “Don’t you fucking dare hold back, you hear me?”
