Broken Empire (Boys of Oak Park Prep 3)

“Jesus, Tal. The way you fucking look at me…”

Finn didn’t finish that sentence. Instead, he dipped his head again, kissing me hard before moving down my body, trailing a path over my chest, between my breasts, and down my stomach. My abs clenched and released as he flicked his tongue into my belly button, a sound that was half-giggle and half-moan bursting from my lips as the pleasurable tickle sent sparks dancing through my body.

He kissed the skin of my stomach as his hands moved to my leotard again, pulling the stretchy fabric down to reveal more and more of me. When he reached the mound of my pelvis, I braced my good leg against the drawers and lifted my hips, giving him the freedom to pull the small garment all the way off.

As soon as he slid it down my legs and away, he paused, his chest rising hard and fast with his breaths. I felt the same shock to the bare skin of my lower half as I had when he’d pulled the leotard down past my breasts—a sudden consciousness of the cool air hitting places it hadn’t before, a deep awareness of the fact that no part of me was hidden anymore.

I was unwrapped, undressed, laid bare before Finn.

What I’d told him earlier hadn’t been a lie. I had never thought of myself as the most beautiful girl in the world, but I had liked the way I looked, taken pride in what my body could do, and enjoyed the little things that made it mine and no one else’s. Since the accident, I’d had a harder time finding that same sense of confidence, the same feeling of pride and contentment with my appearance.

But the way Finn was looking at me now made me feel beyond beautiful.

It made me feel wanted.

Desired.

Perfect.

As if he sa

w all of me, scars and flaws included, and still found the entirety of the picture to be the most stunning thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck. You’re—” He swallowed, biting his bottom lip as heat flared in his eyes. His gaze kept moving over me as his hands roamed my body, gliding over every inch of skin they could reach.

I knew he had just let me do the same to him, and I tried to be patient as he took his fill. But every second that he touched me, an aching need built higher and higher inside my body, until I couldn’t just lay still under his ministrations anymore. I hooked my good leg around him, pressing against his ass to bring him closer as my hands reached desperately for the waistband of his pants.

They brushed against the straining outline of his cock as I tried to undo his button, and his pelvis jerked as he let out a low grunt. He finally interrupted his exploration of my body to grab my hands in his, stopping my movement.

“Are you sure about this, Legs? We don’t have to take it that far.”

Offering, not taking.

Asking, not demanding.

He was giving me my power back, like he had in so many small ways over the past weeks.

I paused—one leg still hooked around his waist, my entire body bare and flushed, my clit throbbing with a nameless need—and gazed up at him. It was my choice, to take this further or to stop here. I held that power in my chest for a few heartbeats, letting it expand to fill the entire cavity.

Then I smiled at him and, with deliberate movements, tugged open the button on his pants and pulled down his zipper.

If I could have anything in the entire world right now, I’d choose this.

“Oh, thank fucking fuck.”

Finn’s nonsensical, relieved sounding curse only made me smile wider, and then he was draping his body back over mine, kissing the life out of me as one of his hands joined mine in pushing his pants and boxer briefs down.

I felt him grab his wallet before his pants slid down beyond my reach. I assumed he kicked them off, but I didn’t know and honestly didn’t even care. They weren’t in our way anymore, and that was all that mattered.

His lips met mine again, even as I felt him fumbling in his wallet and heard the sound of plastic tearing. His hands moved between us to roll the condom on, and then one stayed between us, fingers finding my clit and massaging it with firm strokes.

My back arched, and Finn hauled me up to sit again, pulling me toward him until just the very edge of my ass was perched on the bureau. My legs were doing almost no work, but the muscles of my right one still burned slightly, worn out from being asked to do anything at all. I ignored the weakness though, focusing only on the good feelings cascading through my body as Finn teased me, sliding just a little way in and out before stopping.

“Finn. Please. Do it!”

My words were punctuated by sharp breaths, and I tried to pull him closer, tried to force him deeper inside. I’d only done this once before, but my body knew what it wanted, knew the pleasure that could come from being filled like that, made whole like that.

“Talia, I—” Finn’s voice broke off, and for a moment I tensed, afraid he was about to say something I wasn’t ready to hear. Something I couldn’t believe yet, even if it were true. He licked his lips, holding himself frozen just inside me. “I care about you so fucking much, Tal.”