Page 170 of Break the Ice
Neither of us comes up for air until I drop onto the edge of her bed and the last wisp of oxygen whooshes past the seal of our mouths.
With Finley straddling my hips, I shuffle to the middle of the mattress. Releasing the claw clip holding the messy bun atop her head, I shake out the messy waves I love.
“I’m not Eli, Fin. You know that, right?” My hands glide from her ass to her hips, banding her waist. “I’ll never be him.”
She exhales, thumb skimming my jaw, gaze soft and earnest. “Neither will I.” A shrug. “I don’t want you to be Elijah. Maybe he’s why we’re here, but I want you for you, Jayden.”
“And you still want him, too?”
I don’t know what I’m saying. It’s like speaking in a different tongue. Like somewhere in my head major wires have crossed or disconnected. Even though this new circuit makes no sense—it’s messy, doesn’t fit the general picture—Finley gets it. She gets it, and it works.
“Don’t you still want him?” she replies with a gnaw of her lip. When I nod, she smiles again. “I’m always going to want Elijah. I will always love him. But I… I feel things for you. Non-platonic things.”
“I think we’re miles past platonic, Fin.” Teasing the underbelly of her bare tits with my thumb, I press a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“Miles and miles,” she says, lifting her face at the same time as her hands find the hem of my t-shirt. With a tentative tug, she asks, “Can I?”
“You can do anything you want to me.”
In a slow move, Finley shifts up, rising onto her knees while shestrips my shirt off. I can’t get enough of the feel of her supple tits rubbing over my chest.
As I dip my head to help her tug the t-shirt off completely, I nip at the swell of her breast.
A loud hum vibrates through her, echoing around us when her head falls back, offering me more skin, more flesh to latch on to while she quivers over me. The heat of her cunt ghosts over my aching cock. So fucking potent, my muscles clench too tight for comfort.
“Jayden,” Finley stutters. “So… so… g-good.”
Every roll of my lips on her nipples has her inching lower onto my hard dick. It takes all my restraint not to pull myself out of my shorts and yank her wet pussy down on me. To feel her bare heat squeeze around my girth.
Licking a wet trail to her throat, I buck up into her at the same time as Finley bears down on me.
“Good girl,” I choke out when she grinds deeper, her arousal soaking through my sweat shorts. “You’re so fucking hot taking what you need from me.”
“I need,” Finley blusters into my gaping mouth as I grip her waist tighter and press my covered dick between her folds. “I need you… inside… me…”
Gripping my shoulders, she stretches toward the bedside table. My pulse is pounding when she shimmies down my thighs to reach the drawer.
A few seconds later, she holds up a condom. As Finley lifts up onto her knees to readjust herself on my lap, I discard my shorts and take the rubber from her. I’m ripping the wrapper open when she grasps my hand.
“Can I do it?” She asks tentatively. “Will you teach me how to do it? How to put it on?”
My dick is so fucking hard it’s got a pulse of its own. Throbbing with the demand to have her. To feel her.
“Give me your hand,” I say. When she puts it in my palm, facing up, I tell her, “Spit.”
With a hitch to her breathing, Finley does as I instructed.
My pulse goes up a notch or two, punching into my chest as I say, “More. Like this…”
I spit into her hand.
“Oh my…” Finley sputters with an all-body shiver.
Her stare darts from me to her palm. The rise and fall of her chestdeepens as I lift her hand closer to her mouth. “Your turn. Gimme some spit, baby.”
She does as I showed her. Cheeks hollowing when she pulls her saliva to the front of her mouth and spits it into her hand. There’s enough that it dribbles down the lines of her palm onto my eager dick before I guide her hand down and wrap it along my length. Squeezing tight when the sensation pulls a hiss from me.
Soft and warm and perfect.
