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Incrediblyinconsiderate.

I tell him as much, mumbling it against his mouth and he laughs against mine, flexes his hips against mine, makes mechoke on a moan as the rigid length of him glides through my cunt.

“So wet already,” he moans in my ear, his wicked smile burning the curve of my neck. “Fuck, baby. Desperate girl.”

“Desperate.” I bite his lip hard enough to make him grunt. “Remind me what you were just doing, moaningmyname, cowboy.”

He sets me down suddenly, ignoring my indignant protests. “Right. Good point.”

“What—”

I shut right the fuck up when he does exactly what I asked.

Teeth sinking into his bottom lip, he slumps against the wall opposite me. He wraps a hand around his cock again, and I get the chance to appreciate up close how fucking thick he is, howhugehe has to be to make those big-ass hands look normal.

“This is a lot better than imagining you in my head.” A downright evil smirk curls his mouth. “Although I’ve gotten pretty fucking good at that.”

My knees wobble a little.

They turn to fucking jelly when Finn looks me right in the eye and moans my name again.

“You just want to… stare at me?”

His gaze drops, and he stares all right. “Uh-huh.”

“What, exactly, do I get out of this?”

He grins. “You get to stare at me.”

You know what? Fair deal. I’m okay with that. More than okay, actually. “Sit down.”

He drops. Legs spread, knees a little bent, chin tilted up as he rests his head back against the wall, and I decide, as I peer down at him from above, that I might like this view the best.

As he discovers what specific part of me is in his direct eye-line, I think he might agree. But I think he agrees a little more when I lower myself to the wet floor too.

I copy his stance, my skin tingling where our spread legs inevitably touch because the shower isn’t exactly built for two. Finn makes a noise like a grunt and a groan and a hiss all at once as his gaze zeroes in on my cunt.

I planned on teasing him a little, I really wanted to, but evidently, I’m a weak little bitch. Too horny to resist going straight for gold, delving between my thighs and finding my throbbing clit before it files for fucking neglect.

One brush makes me shiver. A second, firmer touch makes me moan, my ass slipping on the tiles as I squirm. I’m not normally so keyed up, so sensitive, but then I guess I don’t usually have quite as arousing a visual aid. I literally feel like prolonged eye contact would set me off, and in a way, it does.

A few hard circles, another grunt of my name, and obsidian eyes burning a hole through my goddamn soul, and I’m a goner.

It’s unsatisfying. Too quick. I didn’t let it build enough, I was too impatient. The frustration must be all over my face because a hand wraps around my calf. It yanks me forward, moving to my inner thigh as I steady myself on a shaky arm and try not to disintegrate at the wild look in Finn’s eyes.

At the desperation in his voice as he asks,begs, “Can I touch you?”

Even though multiple orgasms are a wonder that have so far escaped me, I nod. I want him to touch me. Of course I do. I’m notcompletelyinsane.

Although, I do lose my mind a little when he parts me with his thumb, touching me so reverently with one hand while he pumps away at himself with the other.

“I wanna touch you too.”

“No.”

I whine. “Why not?”

“My control’s already hanging on by a thread here,” he bites out through gritted teeth, his strokes quickening. “Have some fucking mercy.”

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