Page 185 of Chaos

I let him pull my clothes off, but when he starts to replace them with pajamas, I stop him.

Fingering the hem of his t-shirt, I tease it upwards, rising on my tiptoes so I can pull it over his head. As I toss it to the side, I lean forward, kissing the base of his throat. “I’m sorry I ruined our date.”

A hand smoothes down the back of my head, tangling in the ends of my hair. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

I drag my mouth across his chest, trailing kisses along sculpted pectoral muscles. “I’m sorry for not talking to you.”

Again, he refutes my apology. “You neverhaveto talk to me, baby.”

When my teeth graze a hard nipple, his breath hitches, he shudders. “I’m sorry I’m like this.”

That has him reeling back, cupping my face, dipping to kiss me hard and way too briefly. “The only thing you’relike,” he rasps firmly, “is fucking perfect. Okay? You’re like something out of a goddamn dream.”

I blush. I smile. I fucking glow as I bask in the sweetest, sincerest compliment I’ve ever received, yet I still feel the need to cheapen it. “A wet dream?”

Finn groans.

One hand gripping my upper thigh, he lifts me easily. My legs lock around his waist, a waist I paw at desperately, trying to shove down the loose shorts he fell asleep in.

Which areallhe fell asleep in, I soon learn.

Finn drops me on the bed before finishing what I started, stripping off just as eagerly as I tried to strip him. I get five seconds to admire him, not nearly enough time, before he sinks to his knees.

I sit up, shaking my head even though the thought of his between my thighs damn near induces a spontaneous orgasm. “Baby, I can’t be quiet.”

Growling a noise that makes me laugh, he dives onto the bed, lifting me again and shifting us so he’s on his back with me straddling his chest. In another smooth move, he hikes me up further until I’m hovering above his face, my knees on either side of his head, my cunt right above his mouth.

“Find a way,” is all he says before yanking me down.

And fuckingfeasting.

I slap a hand over my mouth, biting the heel of my palm, but it doesn’t work, I’m still too fucking loud, and God, I don’t know if the two fingers that crook inside me are a punishment or a reward. As his tongue relentlessly laves at my clit, Finn hits a spot inside me that turns my limbs to jelly and I lose my balance. I fall forward, my fingers curling around the headboard, and then I’m biting that instead, my teeth sinking into the wood as I squeeze my eyes shut, my head swimming as I fight to hold in a scream.

Three.

That’s how many orgasms he wrenches out of me before he’s satisfied. Before I beg for mercy and he grants it, moving me down his body until I hover above the long, hard cock I would do terrible things to feel inside me.

One hand braced on his chest, the other lines him up. Rising on shaky knees, I notch him right where I want him, sinking down just the tiniest bit, just enough for the heat of him to scorch me, before a hand locks around my wrist.

“Lottie,” Finn groans. “Condom.”

“Shit.” My head drops forward, my eyes locking on where the tip of his cock nudges my cunt. “I don’t care.”

Please don't care.

“I have an IUD. I got tested in rehab. I’m good.”

Finn curses. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure that I don’t have any condoms up here and if you don’t get inside me soon I might die.”

Finn chokes a laugh.

My thighs burn, the need burning between them damn near painful, but I don’t drop, not yet. “Do you not want to?”

He laughs again. He repeats the question. And then he rolls his fucking eyes and, wearing a smirk that borders on evil, he thrusts up into me.

I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. His fingernails dig into the thin skin of my inner wrists, an accompanying sting to the stretch of my cunt around his cock. I’m so wet I’m dripping all over my thighs, all over his too, and it’s still not enough. I still have to work to fit him inside me. “Fuck.” I’m panting, clammy with exertion already. “You’re so fucking big.”

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