“It’s like living with my mother all over again,” he joked, watching Finn through the door that led to the kitchen, seeing him load the plates into the dishwasher.
Finn didn’t respond, but the noise from the crockery crashing about was answer enough. He was pissed, probably because he felt embarrassed about living here, and the fact that Zak was sitting in ridiculously tight boxers that left nothing to the imagination. Not that I was looking.
“I think I might head off to bed anyway.” Zak lifted his arms up and gave an over-exaggerated yawn. “And just so you know, I wear earplugs, so you needn’t worry about the noise.” He winked and I flinched as the door of the dishwasher was banged shut.
“Night.” I gave Zak a sheepish smile as he got up and walked past me and out of the living room.
“I should’ve text beforehand, let him know to get dressed.” Finn shook his head then put his hand out to take mine.
“Stop worrying.” I threaded my fingers through his and he led me to his room.
When we walked in, he clicked on a lamp next to the airbed that he slept on and then tutted to himself.
“It’s not a lot but it’s a damn sight better than my parents place,” he said, fussing over the bed linen and smoothing it down.
“I’d have spent the night in the car with you if it meant we could be together.” And I would’ve.
I knew he was nervous but I wasn’t the kind of girl who was bothered about material things. I didn’t care that he was stopping in Zak’s spare room. He kept it clean and he was obviously respectful about staying here.
When he was satisfied that the bed was as tidy as he could make it, I laughed and said, “You do realise we’re getting in that thing now?”
“Yeah.” He grinned and blushed. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s only you. I mean… not only you. What I meant was, I’m never nervous around you… not anymore, anyway...”
I’d never heard Finn waffle before and it was beyond endearing.
“Shut up and get naked.” I laughed to try and calm him down and it worked. He smirked then shrugged his jacket off, placing it carefully on the back of a chair. He watched me through hooded eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and then peeled that off next, laying it over the jacket. He lifted one leg after the other, popping his trainers off and pulling his socks off last. And then he stood up tall and proud, yanking the buttons of his jeans open, pushing both his jeans and boxers to the floor before kicking them off. When he was standing in front of me naked, he smirked and held his arms out to the sides.
“Now your turn,” he said, gesturing to where I stood.
He sat down on the mattress then climbed under the covers, getting himself comfortable to watch me.
I lifted my dress over my head and then smiled hearing him groan at me pulling my boots down and off my legs.
“Fucking love those boots. Might have to ask you to put those back on again later.” He winked and I threw them to the side of the bed, giving him a sexy smirk as I did. If he wanted that I’d do it. I’d do anything for him.
I stood in front of him in my black lace bra and knickers. I figured he’d want the panties to come off last, so I reached behind to unhook my bra and then let it fall to the floor. The way his eyes darkened as he looked at me made my insides tingle.
“Can I take those off?” he asked, nodding at my lacy G-string.
“I’d love you to.” I knelt on the mattress and he opened the covers so I could slide in next to him. He pulled me to him and kissed me, his tongue slowly circling mine and making me wetter and hungrier for him. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my thigh and I reached down to take it in my hand and stroke him. He moved his hips slowly into me and then, when he couldn’t hold back any longer, he lifted himself up and sat on his knees between my open legs.
I lay back as he hooked his fingers into my knickers, and slowly, he pulled them down my thighs. I lifted my butt to help him and then moved my legs so he could take them off completely. He threw them on the floor and then looked at me.
“You are so beautiful, Eff. But lying here, wet and ready for me, it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.”
He started to fist his cock as he stared at my pussy. So I gave him a show I knew he’d love. I ran my fingers through the wetness and rubbed over and around my clit, and he moaned.
“That’s so sexy,” he said, still pumping himself and never taking his eyes off my fingers. Then, when I pushed a finger inside myself, he let out the loudest moan. “Fuck. I want inside of you so badly. Keep doing that. Don’t stop.”
I carried on using my fingers to pleasure us both and he licked his lips as he watched. I was so close that I arched my back and used every trick I could to hold off my orgasm so it’d be better, stronger, when I did finally come.
“I need to taste you,” Finn said in a low gruff voice and leant down, moving my fingers away and pushing his tongue into my pussy. I whimpered as he licked right up to my clit and circled, then sucked it into his mouth over and over again. Words couldn’t ever describe how good it felt. I had no words, only sounds and feelings. Fucking amazing feelings.
“I’m gonna come,” I cried out, and then I grabbed the bed sheets in my fists as I came hard with Finn’s tongue buried as deep inside me as he could get. Wave after wave of intense pleasure that was magnified by a million because having him there; lapping, sucking, teasing me, it made everything so much better, more sensitive.
I felt him kiss me over my pussy and then my clit, a gentle peck that made my heart swell. Then he crawled up my body and held himself over me. His face glistened with the evidence of what he’d just done and a soppy grin on his face.
“I love it when you come,” he said, and I gave a low laugh, wiping his mouth and kissing him; tasting myself on his tongue.