Page 80 of Savage Blooms
Nicola nodded, giving Adam her consent. His hand slid up her body again, searching fingers slipping beneath the hem of her corduroy miniskirt. It had been a gift from Eileen to supplement Nicola’s minimal traveler’s wardrobe, and for a moment a memory of Eileen’s self-satisfied smirkwhen she delivered the parcel flashed through Nicola’s mind, but then it was gone again.
“You’re my best girl, Nikki,” he said against her shoulder. He pushed her skirt up over her thighs, exposing the edge of her simple pink panties. Adam’s fingers ghosted along the hem for an agonizingly long moment, tickling and teasing as they went.
Then, moments before he touched her where she needed it the most, Finley said,
“Wait. I just thought of something.”
Adam made a frustrated noise but he stopped.
“Yes?”
“You two… how to put this. I mean. You twohavefucked before, right?”
Adam and Nicola shared a quick, guilty look, like children caught with their hands in a cookie jar. They understood each other telepathically: if Finley thought this was their first time, he might chicken out, and that wouldsuck, so best to put forward a unified story.
“Totally,” Adam blustered.
“Lots,” Nicola said with a nod.
“Oh,liars,” Finley said. “I’m not doing this, then. You two deserve to sort that out yourselves before anyone else gets involved, that’s sacred, I’m not going to—”
“It’s going to happen whether you’re here or not,” Adam said, with such conviction that Nicola’s heart swelled. He did want her, for real, with a sense of sexual inevitability that bordered on fate. He couldn’t have saidanything to make her like him more. “But I’m having fun and so is Nikki, so what’s the problem?”
“I agree,” Nicola said. “I’ll have Adam with or without you, but it turns me on to have you talk us through it.”
Even for someone as forthcoming at Nicola, that one felt maybe a little too frank. Had she just ruined things?
But if the way Adam and Finley looked at her, like she was an apparition of the patron saint of horniness, was any indication, she had perhaps just made things better.
“Touch her,” Finley ordered, dark and a little impatient.
Adam finally cupped her sex in his hand and squeezed, sending warmth spiraling through her belly.
Nicola’s hips bucked into his touch. She ached to press down on his hand with her own fingers, to show him the best ways to please her, but she somehow resisted.
“Denial is a result of trust between two parties,” Finley narrated. “Adam, you have to trust her to wait for you, and, Nicola, you have to trust Adam to know when it’s time.”
“How do I know when it’s time?” Adam asked.
“Feel it,” Finley said cryptically, then fell back into silence.
Adam and Nicola kissed languidly, losing themselves in each other as Adam touched her over her underwear. She synched her breathing with Adam’s, luxuriating in the time he took with her. But Nicola could never forget that Finley was in the room with them, his quiet presence as steadfast as it was inflaming. She felt over-exposed andyet protected with him right there, guiding the proceedings.
Adam’s kisses grew more insistent, and the pressure of his hand between her legs gave way to gentle, agonizing circles right over her clit. Nicola wiggled for better purchase, aching to run her hands over her breasts, but she forced herself to breathe slowly instead. She so desperately wanted to do well. Both to please Adam and Finley, and also because she wanted to find whatever sweetness was on the other side of denial.
Adam tugged her panties to the side and teased at her entrance. When he slid one finger inside her, Nicola let out a whimper.
“Good job, Nicola,” Finley said. And why wouldn’t he be proud of her? He had a perfect view, seated directly across from Nicola’s spread legs. The sound of Finley’s voice sent a throb of need through Nicola’s pussy, which tightened around Adam’s stroking fingers.
“Adam,” she breathed.
Adam pushed another finger inside her easily, filling her even more. He thrust his fingers in and out of her slowly but firmly, driving her towards the peak of pleasure. She looked into his eyes, giving him all that unbroken intensity that so many people had shrunk from before, but Adam looked right back, utterly captivated.
“Oh God, Adam, don’t stop. I’m going to—”
Adam stopped. He withdrew his fingers and resumed cupping her in his hand, just tight enough to remind herwho was playing the role of dominant in this scene. Nicola tumbled off the precipice of her orgasm, every lick of electricity in her belly suddenly snatched away. She was left gasping, her fingernails digging into Adam’s back.
“How do you feel, Adam?” Finley asked.
