Beautifully Destroyed (Beautifully Broken)

“I’m not pushing myself.” Leaning closer, I press a kiss to his mouth.

When I try to deepen it, Ethan pulls back, shaking his head hard. My shoulders slump at the non-negotiable look that settles on his face.

Moving his hands to the sides of my neck, his expression turns pleading. “Today is about you, Finlay. I want the orgasm to be the only thing you remember. I want you to focus on how good it felt. Can you do that for me?”

Hearing what he’s saying, I nod. “Okay.”

He presses a quick kiss to my lips then lifts me off his lap and sets me down on my feet.

“Time to head back for the next stage of our date.”

“There are stages?” I ask, following him to the boat’s wheel.

“Yep. Three to be exact.”

“Stage one was making me orgasm?” I tease him as the engine rumbles to life.

Chuckling, he gives me a playful grin. “That was a bonus.”

“I hope all the stages come with a bonus,” I mumble.

“What was that?”

Shaking my head, I squeeze between the wheel and Ethan’s chest, just wanting to glue myself to his body.

Lowering his head, his lips brush against my ear. “You loved the orgasm?”

Shivers race over my skin, slamming to a tingling stop between my legs. “Yes.”

Ethan’s tongue darts out, swiping over the sensitive skin beneath my ear and sending another wave of tingles to my abdomen. “You liked my hands on you, baby?”

I nod quickly. “Yes.”

His teeth scrape against my jaw. “Can you still feel my finger inside you?”

I nod again, my mouth going dry as my breaths come faster from the desire he’s stoking inside me.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you?” His hand moves down between my legs, then he groans. “Fuck, you do. That’s so fucking hot.”

I’m swept up in the moment and let out a little shriek as Ethan lifts me and plants me on a seat. “You stay right there, or we won’t make it home.”

“What?” I blink my way through the heavy fog of lust.

“I’m starting to wonder if you aren’t part siren.”

“Siren? Why?”

“When you sing, you cast a spell around me, and you’ve mastered the fucking art of temptation to the point that it’s becoming a real possibility I’ll die of blue balls.”

“You’re one to talk,” I mutter as I get comfortable on the seat. “That dirty mouth of yours will charm the pants of a nun.”

ETHAN

Waking up to Finlay stretched out over me instantly makes me grin.

Reaching for my phone, I check the time. Three am. Still, plenty of time before we have to get up.

A sleepy groan drifts from Finlay, then she stretches, her body rubbing against mine.

Yep, I’m going to die of blue balls.

When Finlay’s hand slips beneath my shirt, my eyebrows shoot up. “You awake?”

“Mmm-hm.”

Her fingers explore the dips of my abs, making me hard as fuck. I switch on the bedside lamp then look down at her. “What are you up to?”

“Just touching you.” She pushes my shirt up. “Can you take this off?”

Wanting to see where she’s going with this, I reach behind me, and tugging the fabric over my head, I drop it on the floor.

Her lips curve up as her eyes drift over my chest. Flattening her palm against my skin, she explores every inch of my torso.

“I can’t think of another word,” she whispers.

“For?”

“Beautiful.” Her eyes flick to mine. “You’re beautiful.”

Smiling, I murmur, “I’m glad you think so.”

Her fingers draw patterns on my abs, and then she moves lower, brushing against the waistband of my sweatpants.

“Can I?” she asks, hooking a finger beneath the fabric.

I nod, my eyes locking on her face.

Finlay moves onto her knees next to my thighs, and taking hold of my sweatpants, she starts to tug them down. I lift my butt off the bed, and a second later, my erection’s free. She keeps going, pulling the pants all the way off, then she turns her eyes to my cock.

For a moment, the air tenses, but I think it’s more because of me than her.

“What are you thinking?” I whisper, my heart beating heavy in my chest.

She tilts her head to the side, stares at my erection for a couple of seconds longer, then brings her gaze to mine. “You’re perfect.”

I let out a relieved breath. “Nothing triggering?” I ask to be sure.

Finlay shakes her head, and lifting her hand to my abdomen, her fingers trail down until brushing through the dark dusting of hair. My cock jerks, a drop of semen forming on the head in anticipation.

The corner of her mouth lifts, and I know why. I saw the fucking photo. I think the dusting of dark hair makes all the difference to her.

Growing braver, she wraps her hand around my length. My heart stops before it becomes a thundering mess in my chest. She can’t close her fist around my cock, but just having her touch me is enough to make me explode.