Page 161 of Chaos

Control? Like… if I touch him, he’ll snap and fuck me? I’m supposed to be opposed to that?Seriously? The thought of thatnothappening makes me want to cry.

His thumb strays downward, slipping just inside me and making me gasp. “What if I say please?”

Finn pauses. Only for a split second, but I notice.

I smile.Gotcha.

“Please, Finn, baby. Let me touch your cock.”

His groan rattles my fucking bones. That precious control of his snaps, and I rejoice. The fingers not teasing between my thighs guide one set of mine between his, and I pant. Hard, hot flesh grazes my palm, and Imoanlike I’m the one who gets pleasure out of the touch.

“You wanna touch me, baby,” he grinds out, he practically fucking growls, as his hand closes around mine, forcing it to form a fist. “Then fucking touch me.”

Jesus. He doesnothave to tell me twice.

One long stroke has his breath whistling through his nostrils. Another, and the back of his head slams against the tile wall. He whines in protest when I pull away only to rumble a noise I can’t even describe when I spit on my palm and grip him again, stroke fast and tight and determined.

“God.” His head thumps the wall again, his eyes screwing shut for a millisecond before flying wide open, wild and dilated as they dart between my cunt, my hand, my face, never settling in one place for too long, like he can’t decide where the fuck to look.

“Good?” I hate that I ask, hate the note of uncertainty I hear, hate that I know what I’m doing yet I don’t know what I’m doing at all because it’s never been likethis.

Finn looks amazed by the question. Like he cannot fathom that I’ve asked. He scoffs like the single word has deeply offended him, like he’s taken my doubt personally, and he grips me by the ankle and drags until I’m straddling one of those thick, powerful thighs.

“Good,” he parrots, scoffing again. “Jesus, Lottie, you look at me and I get hard, and you think having your hand on my cock is just good? It’s been five seconds and I’m about one more away from embarrassing myself, and you think it’sgood?”

Confidence licks up my spine like a live wire. “Think you can make it to a whole minute?”

Finn grunts and shifts a little, and I tremble as two fingers plunge deep inside me, crook perfectly, brush just the right spot. “Can you?”

With anyone else, I’d cackle at the audacity.

With Finn…

His thumb brushes my clit and I buckle. He thrusts those thick fingers in a maddening rhythm, matching the pace I set, competing with it.

Hips rising to meet my every stroke, his cheek brushes mine, stubble tickling skin, whimpered words reverberating through my body. “Charlotte. God. That’s my girl. Get us off, baby. Make us come.”

Letting loose a ragged noise to rival his, I double my efforts, my free hand braced against his shoulder as I ride his hand, his thumb, his thigh, chasing my orgasm while jerking him to his own.

Finn breaks first. He fucking sobs my name as he makes a mess of my hand, and it’s the tortured reverence gleaming in dark eyes and the hard, desperate press of his lips against mine that shoves me over the edge too. I come for what feels like forever, what feels like more than once, until my stomachmuscles aching from endless spasms, until I’m sweating and writhing and sore and…

Awestruck. Disarmed. Confused.

Because I think, when Icanthink, when the pleasure starts to ebb and my brain finally kicks into gear again, that… “I think you might be the first guy to make me come.”

“Lottie.” He sighs, exasperated, exhausted,hard. “Take that back. Tell me you’re kidding.”

I swallow, that pesky self-doubt rearing its ugly head again only to be quickly chased away by a groan, by knuckles stroking my cheekbone and fingers tangling in my hair and a wet forehead knocking against mine.

“Take it back,” he demands again, hebegs. “And tell me again when we don’t have work and I have time to make right what other men have obviously been getting so fucking wrong.”

Despite the hot water raining down on us, I shiver. “We can be a little late.”

“Lottie.”

“Finn.” I link my hands behind his neck. Press my forehead harder against his. Clench around the fingers still so deep inside me. “Baby. You’re the only guy who can make me come.”

A blink.

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