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Finn shifts, his mouth hovering over my pussy, and I can feel the warmth of his breath against my damp, swollen flesh. His tongue flicks out, just barely grazing over me, and I clench my teeth in an effort to not say every filthy, pleading thing on the tip of my tongue. I can feel the small muscles in my thighs trembling, my hips arching as his hands slide up to hold onto them, his arms brushing against my inner thighs as he slowly lowers his mouth closer to where I so desperately need it.
“Finn—”
“I like when you say my name like that, lass,” he murmurs. “All desperate and pleading. I didn’t think I’d want to hear you beg, but now—”
His tongue slides over my clit. Light, soft, a stroke that leaves me gasping and does nothing to sate the hunger throbbing through me. “I think I’d like to hear you say please.”
“Oh, fuck you.” I glare down at him, twisting, trying to arch into his mouth, but the cuffs keep me too close to the bench. I’m at his mercy, and he seems to have forgotten it at this moment, with the taste of me finally in his mouth.
“I would if you’d let me.” There’s that hoarse yearning in his voice for a moment, his lips brushing against my bare, soft flesh. “Right now. You can have anything you want, lass. Just ask—”
“Not anything I want.” I raise an eyebrow, and there’s a hint of a flush in his cheeks.
“Maybe notanything. At least not some of the things you’d do to me.” His mouth grazes over me again, and I close my eyes, hips rolling under his touch. “But I’ll make you come, lass. I want to hear you ask for it.”
His tongue presses against me again, a little harder this time, rubbing against my swollen clit as I let out a soft, ragged moan. It feels so good, mimicking the way I’d stroked my fingers over it earlier, and I realize he was paying attention. Even as overcome with desire as he’d been, he’d watched to see what I liked, and now—
When Finn’s lips fasten around my clit, I let out a high-pitched cry of pleasure, bucking uselessly against his mouth. His fingers press into the soft flesh of my thighs, grazing the spot where he left a love bite earlier. I moan, my breath coming in short, quick gasps as he sucks my clit into his mouth, the fingers of one hand coming up to brush my entrance.
“Finn, I swear—”
He pulls back, his lips glistening with my arousal, a smirk on his mouth. “You can swear all you like, lass, but until I’m done with you, you’re all mine.”
The way he says it, that rough burr scraping over my skin, sends desire flooding through me.His.It sounds so good the way he says it, the promise of so much pleasure, and I can feel my resistance slipping, my lips parting on the plea that I hadn’t planned on giving him. Butgod, I want to come.
“Please, Finn.” I feel him smile against me when I whisper it. “Please make me come.”
His eyes flick up to mine, the barest hint of victory shining in them before his mouth presses against me, lips and tongue sucking, swirling, sending waves of pleasure through me that build and build until I can feel my toes curling against the wood floor, my hands clenching, keeping me just on the edge, until—
I think I scream his name when I come. I don’t mean to—but I can’t stop myself. The pleasure is overwhelming, the wet, hot pressure of his mouth sending me into a burst of sensation that crashes over me again and again, making me twist and cry out, arousal flooding over his lips and tongue as he keeps working me through it as if he’s never going to stop. I almost tell himtostop, that I’m too sensitive—but I can’t breathe or speak, the pleasure cresting over and over, and it feels so good, just this side of pain.
And then, his tongue still swirling over my throbbing clit, he pushes two fingers inside of me, curling them as he starts to thrust.
I clench down on them hard, so, so close to begging for his cock as I feel the orgasm build again, from a baseline of pleasure that leaves me trembling as he works his fingers inside of me to the rhythm of his tongue against my clit. I can imagine how good he would feel inside of me, how good that piercing would feel, and I have to sink my teeth into my lower lip to keep from pleading for it.
Much like letting him kiss me, letting him fuck me would be a step too far. This is already further than we should have gone, but I couldn’t resist any longer. Just a little pleasure, I’d thought, and now—
Another burst of sensation ripples over me, tearing me out of my thoughts, making me cry out his name as he adds a third finger, his mouth tightening on my clit again. I don’t know how much more I can take, and I don’t realize I’ve said it aloud until I hear Finn’s dark chuckle against my swollen, sensitive flesh and see his ocean-blue eyes roll up to meet mine again.
“You’ll take as many orgasms as I want to give you, lass. Andthenyou get your turn. After all, I did buy out the whole night.”
And the next one, and the next. Is he going to come back for those, too?I know I need to tell him not to. Three nights of this might be more than I can take without begging him for things that are only going to get both of us into trouble that we can’t get out of—even now, that doesn’t sound as bad as it should, not when those three fingers working inside of me in tandem with Finn’s fluttering tongue and sucking lips send me into another violent climax. My body bucks and twists against the cuffs, and I feel my lips trying to form the wordsI’m coming; oh god, fuck, I’m coming again, but I can’t actually say any of it. I can’t get enough air to speak, the words choking in my throat as I cry out, my entire body throbbing with a pleasure that feels too deep and all-consuming to be real.
But it is. And it doesn’t fucking stop. His face is buried between my legs, and his beard must be fuckingsoakedwith my arousal. Still, he keeps licking, sucking, a fourth finger sliding into me and giving me an idea of just how good it would feel to be stretched by his huge cock instead, thrusting deep and hard as he groans against my drenched flesh like he’s still starving for me.
I’d forgotten what it felt like to be devoured like this. In fact, I’m not sure I’veeverfelt this…the way the orgasms start to bleed into each other, until I’m shuddering and trembling and moaning, the pleasure a rolling wave that ebbs and flows instead of building and breaking over me. My eyes roll back into my head, my thighs quivering, my clit swollen and so sensitive that every lap of Finn’s tongue sends me into a fresh paroxysm of bliss, and I can’t stop moaning.
Somewhere in all of it, as his fingers thrust into me again and I cry out, I manage to gasp out that I can’t take any more. “It’s too much, it’s—please—”
For a moment, I think that he’s not going to stop until I give my safeword, but with one more slow curl of those fingers inside of me and a lingering swipe of his tongue over my clit, Finn pulls back, settling back on his knees as he looks at my quivering body with what can only be called utter satisfaction.
He looks fucking gorgeous, kneeling there naked and still rock-hard, his beard wet with my arousal and his lips glistening. If I kissed him right now, I’d taste myself on his mouth. The thought has me clenching with need all over again, my gaze flicking down to where his cock is nearly touching his navel, the piercings glimmering in his head and the top of his shaft, making me want to beg for things I shouldn’t have. If he rubbed that over my clit right now—
“My turn,” I whisper hoarsely, before I can say something I shouldn’t, and Finn smirks, rising up gracefully to step over to me and undo my cuffs.
“I’m a man of my word,” he says gruffly, stepping back. “Tell me where you want me, lass.”
“Over there.” My voice is more unsteady than I’d like for it to be as I nod towards the St. Andrew’s cross, and Finn smirks.
