Each thrust getting more and more frequent, my eyes not leaving Finn’s icy blue stare. I gasp from the momentous pleasure swirling inside of me.
“I’m close,” I moan.
Just as I am about to release the pressure is gone as he pulls out and releases into the sheathed latex condom over his throbbing cock. He breathlessly holds onto the side of the counter and pulls away from me. Before I can comprehend, Finn grabs my hand and pulls me off the counter and pushes me onto the velvet couch, so I am facing the wall. He placed his hands on my hips as he positioned himself behind me. His swollen cock head pressed against me, effectively teasing me.
“Please, I need you,” I plead, a shuddering breath escaping with a subtle moan.
I reach behind me and grab his forearm, begging him to push inside of me. I needed him. He pushes himself forward until he starts to sink deep inside. His grip tightened on my hips, digging his nails into my skin, and pulling me back towards him. He pushes and pulls me by my hips in dedicated rhythm. His thrusts getting more forceful and deeper, causing my ass to slap against his hips and jiggle on impact.
"Fuck," I moan.
The volume of my pleasure grew as pressure built inside of me. A sudden hand crosses my face and across my lips to silence me.
“Quiet, beautiful,” Aiden whispers.
I nod as I moan loudly into his large hand. I threw my head back, my blonde curls hanging loosely across my shoulders.
“I’m going to come.”
“Amelia,” Finn breathes.
“Come,” Aiden urges.
“Fuck!” I exclaim with a loud gasp.
I hold onto Finn tightly as my core convulses as each wave of my orgasm hits me, relieving the pressure inside, but he continues. His moans getting louder and louder as his rhythm gets more methodic. He suddenly pulls out of inside me, lifts the back of my dress and releases his load against the skin of my butt cheeks. Aiden takes his hand off my mouth and I giggle relentlessly. He grabs a small hand towel from the basket on the counter and wipes it off my skin.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
I flip myself around and sit down on the couch while I look across the bathroom floor to see my white lace underwear in a pile on the marble. Aiden follows my gaze and gingerly picks them up and brings them over to me.
“Here ya are, Amelia,” Aiden says, placing a kiss on my flushed cheeks.
“Now, I know why Irish eyes are always smiling,” I gasp.
“Don’t you know it. I better go back to the bar. Thank you for this,” Aiden says, holding my hand.
He quickly kisses my hand and drops it onto the couch before he turns around, unlocks the bathroom door, and leaves me and Finn alone in the bathroom. I roll my panties up my legs and shimmy them back on while sitting down. My legs are shaking, and I can’t stand to save my life. My attention turns to a breathless Finn who stands next to the sink looking in the mirror.
“I never done that before,” Finn whispers.
“Me either.”
“You are a bad influence.”
“That’s the first time I have heard that,” I giggle..
“I better get back to work. You’ll stay till the end of my shift?” He asks.
“If you want me to,” I reply.
“Good. If there’s anything else you need, you got it,” his hand on the handle of the door as he speaks to me.
“Actually, I need some help crossing off something in Galway if you’re up to the challenge.”
I finally stand up slowly and smooth out my dress, grabbing my jean jacket off the back of the couch. He smirks and raises an eyebrow at me. That look he gives me is something I fear he knows gets to me. He says I am a bad influence, but it’s the influence he has on me that worries me more.