Last month my boyfriend broke up with me in front of everyone with what was supposed to be the start of our lives. This month I am in Galway with the stranger who fucked me senseless for twenty-four hours and who escorted me to a hole in the wall sex club where I am currently laying on a bed waiting for a stranger to screw my brains out.
A hand appears and runs along the inside of my thighs. I shudder nervously, trying to get into it. Suddenly, he grips my thighs so fiercely I gasp. Whoever this man was, he made me nervous, but yet hot. Not knowing who he was added an element of danger that, in itself, was sexually charging. His rough fingers slide down the length of my clit as two fingers slip inside me without warning. My thighs open and my back arches allowing him more access to me. A hot flush comes over me as his fingers hook the inside of me, effectively making me wet and ready for him in a matter of seconds. I have no idea who this man is, but yet my mind races back to Finn.
His smile.
His eyes.
His body.
His fingers leave me as a forearm comes under the door searching for my breasts. I look down to push his arm away to protect the anonymity when I see the familiar Celtic cross tattoo. It was him.
“Finn?” I breathe.
“There’s no fucking way I would let another man be inside you here,” he says, releasing a growl of want.
“Oh my god. I wanted it to be you desperately,” I admitted.
I reach down for him and grab his naked hips, crashing them against me. He fills the inside of me in a perfect fit. His cock erect and thrusting with such power that the table below me rocks back and forth. It’s wood legs minutes from breaking in half. My tits bounce back and forth with his ferocious movements as he reaches for them to steady me against him. I push back against the bed and wrap my legs around his waist urging him to go deeper. Orgasm after orgasm erupts like a tidal wave as he releases warmly inside of me. The sound of his fist colliding with the door in a groan was the hottest sound I have ever heard in my life. Suddenly, he forcefully is made to pull out of me, and another man places his hand on the inside of my thigh.
“You had your turn, it’s mine now,” the stranger bellows.
I sat up and covered myself with my robe, wrapping the belt around me and tying it to cover myself as quickly as I could.
“I have killed a man before. Nothing is stopping me from doing it again. Touch her again and I’ll rip your fucking dick off and jam it down your throat so hard ya choke on it,” Finn threatens with deadly calm.
I open the door to see Finn mere inches from this man’s face. A look of anger I have never seen before on him. He grabs my hand tightly and pulls me off the bed like I was a ragdoll and weighed nothing. Marnie runs over and slaps the man across the back of the head.
“You dumb piece of shite! That’s not how we do things here, you giant arsehole,” she exclaims.
“Go get cleaned up, I’ll be right here waiting for you,” Finn says softly.
I nod as he places a chaste kiss against my forehead. Stunned and shocked at the revelation he just shared in front of me.
He’s killed someone before?!
* * *
My head is spinning.My thoughts are racing. We walked in silence down Quay Street for what seemed like hours, but in reality couldn’t be more than ten minutes. An uncomfortable silence between us as he is still seething from his encounter with the man.
“Want to talk about it?” I ask.
“No,” he replied harshly.
“Right,” I said, stopping mid-step and dropping his hand.
“For fucks sake,” he curses, gritting his teeth.
“What was that?” I ask.
“You wanted to be fucked by a stranger and I wasn’t going to let that happen. I wasn’t going to let some nasty arsehole have his way with you,” Finn answered, exasperated
“Not that,” I say pointedly.
“Fuck, stop,” he pleads.
He starts to walk away, and I release a deep breath before he stops mid-step.
“Why did you do all this? Why are you with me?” I ask.
“You asked me to,” he says, turning to face me.
I notice for the first time his jaw is clenched in anger and his ice blue eyes have turned dark.
“You are hot, and I am me. I don’t get it. I don’t get you,” I say.
“Goddess,” he breathes.
“I’m not thin. I never will be thin,” I say.
“You think I give a flying fuck about size?” Finn asks.
“I try to be confident and go out of my comfort zone and what I just did was far out of my fucking comfort zone,” I say, fighting the tears welling in my eyes.
He walks closer to me and runs his fingers along my knuckles as we both struggle to look one another in the eye.
“How did you know it was me?” I ask.
“I would know that clit anywhere. You have the body of a fucking goddess,” Finn says.
“Finn,” I breathe.
“Take the wig off,” he says, not quite a question.
I look at him unsure of what he wanted from me. I slowly take the cotton candy pink thin-haired wig off. My jet-black curls untamed from underneath it and fall past my shoulders. He twines a curl of my natural hair around his finger a few times. This man has an enigmatic aura to him. Call it trouble. Call it attraction. Call it what you will. I pull him down to meet me with a chaste kiss, which quickly turns passionate as our tongues meet one another. He pulls back after a moment and rests his forehead against mine breathlessly.
“Only I can touch you,” he says softly.