Flesh (Flesh 1)

“Fuck’s sake,” Finn said. “I was getting there.”

Dan clucked his tongue. “You were taking too long.”

“Thought I was handling this.”

“Again, you were taking too long.” Dan rose up on one elbow, taking a strand of her hair with him. He stopped when she yelped and gently untangled it from his finger. “Oops. Sorry. Anyway, Finn loves you, babe. So do I. You already knew that, right?”

She held out a hand to him, and he took it, holding on tight. Yes, she knew it. Hell, she counted on it.

“Give me strength.” The voice against her neck was muffled. The tone, however, was perfectly clear. “I don’t suppose he’s a passing fancy?”

“Sorry.” Ali wrapped an arm around Finn, holding him close against her heart. Something she hadn’t been sure would happen again when she’d been stuck on the roof. It had been so dark, so lonely.

She clutched at him till the muscles in her arm ached, ignored the pain and hung on some more. A low rumble sounded his approval.

She was so wet, pinned to the bed beneath him, her sex throbbing.

Finn rubbed his lips over the sensitive skin below her ear.

“You know you’d miss him if he wasn’t here,” she said.

It earned her a sharp nip to the neck. The sort of sweet sting she associated solely with Finn. “If you say so.”

Daniel squeezed her hand. The three of them together thrilled her all over, inside and out. Already the scent of sex seemed to linger in the room. Her head swam with it.

Finn’s c**k rubbed against her. He swore fervently. “The only thing I can think about is being inside you bare. But you’re hurt.”

“Not that hurt.” Al pressed her short nails into his back in warning. “Don’t even think of stopping now, or I will definitely go for the guns.”

Daniel chuckled, sighed and rolled onto his back beside her. “So, children, are we making babies or sleeping? Just wondering.”

“Oh, we’re making babies alright.” Finn’s hand trailed down the side of her body with a happy hum. Fingers stroked the length of her thigh, then lowered to her knee where he dallied, delivering feather-light touches. She rolled her hips, rubbing herself against him. It felt so good, her heart racing for al the right reasons. “Put your legs around me and tell me again.”

“That you’d miss Dan if he was gone?” she said, smiling as Finn began to press into her. The slow stretch was perfect, the heat and hardness of him just right. A ragged groan slipped from her lips.

Utterly shameless.

“That you love me, and I can be inside you without a condom,” he corrected in a voice gravelly low beside her ear.

His hand glided up from her knee and cupped a butt cheek, bringing them closer together. “Never done that before with anyone.

God, I love how wet you get. Love how …” Finn groaned against her ear, the sound vibrating through her as his c**k did a long, slow slide into her body. “Fuck. There, right there, as deep inside you as I can get.”

“Finn.”

Ali didn’t know what to say while he gave her the full body tingles. It felt too good. He was all the way inside her, buried to the root, his pelvis flush against her and angled to rub just right.

She was still overexcited from his earlier touches and toeing the edge already. “I love you, Finn.”

“She’s blushing.” Dan chuckled, still holding her hand like they were on a date while Finn f**ked her. The whole set-up made her dizzy with want.

“She’s being seen to,” Finn replied.

A bark of laughter escaped the big man beside her. “She certainly is.”

Ali ignored the both of them. It happened to be a simple enough task, given the sensations engulfing her.

Finn rose up above her, pale green eyes hazy and half-lidded, beautiful beyond words.

He pulled out of her, pushed back in, owning her heart with the force of his gaze. Being loved like this deserved sonnets, bal ads – the most she could manage was a stuttered “oh, w-wow, Finn.”

“Yeah,” he rumbled. “You see? We fit perfectly.”

Having long since been converted to a true believer, she could only nod.

His c**k stroked all sorts of magic places inside of her, places going crazy for the attention. Sweat pooled between her br**sts, trickled over her bel y. The heat made her insane. Her fingers slipped against the smooth, slick plains of his back. He was just as hot and overexcited as she was.

The connection was everything.

“Hold on,” he murmured, moving his hand from her butt, slipping it between their bodies and touching her. “Listen to me, Al. Are you listening?”

“Yes. Please, Finn, I need to come.”

“You will.” He circled her cl*t with the tip of his finger. Round and round till she couldn’t think straight, could only feel. The pressure nearly hurt, building to a pinnacle inside of her she couldn’t possibly contain. Overwhelmed, she clung to him. He played her so soft and subtle, but not quite enough. Then his words were there, making everything just right. “I would never leave you by choice. I will always want to be whereever you are. I love you. Do you understand that?”

“Finn …” Her cl**ax hit her hard, stealing the breath from her, making her body shudder and shake beneath him. The whole world went away. She wasn’t the least bit scared, bound to him like this.

“There we go,” Dan murmured.

Finn swore profusely and held on tight, h*ps pressed hard against her. He was still there when her vision cleared. The tendons in his neck strained, pulse visible. Still hard and buried deep inside her. “That’s what I wanted, the full body blush. I can make her cheeks pink by talking dirty any time, old man.”

“Old,” Dan snorted, shook his head. “And it doesn’t make it any less fun.”

“True.” Finn’s hand moved back beneath her butt and hoisted her upward, angled her pelvis higher so he was rubbing her still-sensitive clit. She didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer. But she clamped her thighs around him tight on the off-chance he had any intention of trying to escape. “But nowhere near as much fun as this.”

Dan shifted closer, got within whispering range. “That’s my girl. Does it feel good, having his c**k inside you?”

She nodded, beyond words.

It was dirty, decadent, to have Dan whispering in her ear with Finn above her and inside her. They had never all been in the bed at the same time for anything other than sleep. By some unspoken agreement, one of them had always made himself scarce during intimate moments. They had shared her fairly, equal y, and apparently by common consensus.