by Emelia Blair
It takes effort, forcing down my own walls, ripping them down.
Finn meets my gaze and after a brief second, there is a hint of satisfaction in his amber gaze. “Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees.”
I take a deep breath and let him guide me to the carpeted floor of my office.
I’m still wearing my skirt and my blouse. The only things missing are my underwear and stockings. Then my skirt is pushed over so that my ass is bare to his gaze. His hands roughly pull my legs apart and even as I begin to wonder what he’s about to do, suddenly his mouth is tasting me and I let out a sharp cry.
There’s been little to no foreplay and he’s attacking me with a viciousness that is making my legs shake. Finn’s tongue laps at my slit and my hands feel weak, making me give in and sink to my elbows, my ass hanging in the air to his apparent satisfaction. He squeezes my ass, making me whimper and then his hands are pulling them apart as he inserts his tongue in.
I let out a small sound of need.
He licks inside of me as if it is the best tasting dessert in the word, his tongue greeting every crevice inside. He stabs, he prods, he licks, he slurps, and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head as I fight off the impending orgasm, his name a plea on my lips. He’s fucking me with his mouth, holding my legs apart and I have no choice but to take it from him.
When I push back, I receive a hard slap on my ass and I freeze at the hot red sensation, gasping out, “W-Wha-?”
He spanks me again, still eating me out and this time, the pain translates into blinding white pain, my legs spreading even wider. I can feel his smirk without him saying anything and then he lifts a hand and flicks my clit, making me shatter and I sob out as I come, convulsions racking my body. Finn keeps eating me out as my juices flow and his hand keeps tugging and torturing the small nub that is swollen right now. I beg him to let go, unable to handle it, but he just forces another orgasm out of me and then another before I slump forward, drained.
Then, I’m being tugged up gently by my hair till I’m standing and there’s a hungry look in Finn’s eyes as he slams his mouth down on mine, his hands undoing the buttons of my blouse. He pushes it off and the bra is the next to go. His movements are frenzied as my skirt is quickly discarded as well and now, I’m completely naked while he’s still fully clothed. His hand is holding a fistful of my hair as he kisses me like a starving man, his tongue fucking me, licking me, branding me with his heat and his unique taste. And then he drags my head back and looks down at me. “Undress me.”
It’s like I’ve lost my voice. Mutely, I reach down and start unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his pants. As I reach my goal, I get more desperate, my movements faster.
I take out his cock and then stare at it, my mind going blank. It’s huge. “That’s…” I look up at him, suddenly nervous. “That’s not going to fit in me.” I’m no virgin but that massive tool seems as bit too much for me.
“It will.” Finn laughs, huskily.
It’ll destroy me, I think dazedly. I’ve never been fucked with such a long, fat cock and I already know that walking tomorrow is going to be next to impossible.
Finn’s hand closes on my breast and then he’s kneading it, ignoring my concerns. He lowers his head to suckle me, lightly chewing on my hard nipple, making me cry out his name. The sting of pain is erased when he plays with the other one.
“Stroke me,” he orders.
My hand starts moving along the length of his and I have to wonder what it would taste like in my mouth. Would Finn fuck my mouth gently or just use me? The idea makes me hot and I whimper.
A smile appears on his lips. “What were you thinking?” He murmurs, holding me up by my hair.
God, the punishing grip is a turn on and I’m overwhelmed by this pressure of control bearing down on me, my drenched pussy tightening. It seems I like it when he takes charge in the bedroom.
He releases my breast and trails his hand down till he uses his feet to kick my legs apart, forcefully. He pushes one thick finger inside and I let out a small whine as my inner muscles grasp at it, wanting more, and
He chuckles. “What a dirty girl. You’re soaking. All I did was play with you a bit and you’re already reduced to this state.” His mouth trails on my neck, my jaw, my cheek, his tongue tasting my skin, licking me as if it’s his right. “I wonder what you’ll do if one day I come up behind you during rush hour and stick my fingers in.”
My pussy tightens on his fingers at the mental image and he’s pleased. “Would you pretend to take orders while I finger fuck you? Will you remain calm as I make you come all over my hands and the floor?”
It’s getting hard to breathe, the images in my head are so overpowering.
“Will you beg me for my cock then, let me bend you over the counter and just take you, your legs open for me?”
I groan. “Yes!”
His taunting laughter makes my nipples ache and he pinches one, making me gasp. He swallows the sound with his mouth, kissing me, as his finger moves inside of me. My hips are moving on his hand, desperate for release, my mind blanking out.
Finn releases a satisfied sound and then plunges in another finger, making me tense up and then let out a hoarse cry as he increases his speed. I’m shattering under his skilled hands, breaking apart even as he holds me together. He’s knuckle deep inside of me, rubbing against my g spot, thrusting through my tightening muscles, riding out orgasm, till I’m struggling to breathe, my body limp.
Maintaining eye contact with me, he offers me his wet fingers. “Open your mouth.”
I part my lips without hesitation and taste myself on his fingers as they invade my mouth. He watches me, his eyes dark.
I find my knees growing weak under his gaze and he loops pone arm around my waist, walking me back to the desk, till my ass is pressed against it. One lift and I’m seated on the wooden structure.
Finn withdraws his fingers and then moves down to take my mouth in a kiss that is wet, wild and dirty and I just moan into it. His hands grasp my hips and he holds them apart, stepping into them before using one of his hands, to lower me back onto the desk.
The blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance.
I was right.
He’s too big for me.
I bite my lower lip as he enters me slowly, his eyes on me, taking in every expression with intense concentration. It feels uncomfortable but he lets me get used to his size bit by bit. My heart is racing, my nerve endings on fire as I feel so full. I can feel every inch of him as he moves inside me slowly and my lips part as I tremble in need.
I don’t want this slow.
I can take a little pain for what’s to follow. So, I grit my teeth, and then move my hips suddenly, surprising him, slamming myself down on his cock till he’s completely inside me and my body is shaking from the effort. “A minute,” I gasp out, trying to adjust to his massive girth. “I need a s-second.”
He waits, his face strained, “Are you…?”
“Fine.” I make a frustrated sound as I move, the sharp sting of pleasure, making me want to whimper. “I’m fine now.”
He watches me as he pulls back slightly and when my face collapses in wanton need, I see the beginnings of a smirk on his lips. He’s pulls out more till only the head is in, and then slams back in, making me scream out.
I’ve never felt—how am I supposed to-?
He starts pounding into me, a wildness in his eyes and I’m trying to grab something for purchase but all I have are the edges of the desk and I hold on to them for dear life as he pulverizes me, the greed in his eyes affecting me, driving me insane, his cock fucking every brain cell out of me.
My inner muscles feel feverish and overly sensitive and each time he rubs inside of me, it’s like something is snapping in my head and I go blank, just seeing white hot pleasure. “Finn,” I sob out his name, scared and overwhelmed by these feelings. “I-I can’t! Please, I—?”
He slams into me again making me whine and he growls, “
You’re so fucking wet, Agra! How are you this tight?!”
His control is unraveling in front of my eyes and I pant as he destroys my pussy, fucking me raw and in that moment, I’ve never been more grateful that I decided to go on the pill I wouldn’t be able to ask him to pull out. This hot throbbing pleasure is driving me into a haze and I wrap my legs around the small of his back, my body slippery with sweat.
Tears come to the edge of my eyes, these intense feelings overwhelming me and I press my fist to my mouth, trying to hold in my moans.
Finn grabs my hands and forces them above my head, snarling, “I want to hear you!”
And he does, because with nothing to muffle my cries, my screams get louder and I beg and plead for him to slow down and move faster. He pushes me into as I again, orgasm and keeps pounding me through it. I can no longer keep up with him and my cry is hoarse as he forces me to come again. My vision turns black for a second and then I’m being forced to sit up and now Finn’s reaching places so deep inside of me, I reach out my arms and cling to him, begging, “I can’t – I can’t!”
He presses his lips to mine. “Yes, you can, Darlin’.” His words are a low growl and when he takes me over the edge one more time, he grunts and then I feel him coming inside me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head and I pass out, unable to handle the overabundance of sensations.
Chapter 8
It’s the need to relieve myself that has me waking up, groggily. It takes a minute to realize that my entire body is throbbing, especially my lower area. I whimper and try to move and it’s then that I discover that I’m lying on top of a very male body with muscled arms holding me close.
The diner. Finn. The way he—
My cheeks flush as I recall the night in perfect detail. “Oh dear God!”
“Wrong name, Darlin’,” he states in a sleepy voice.
Now, in the dim light of the office, I see him watching me, his eyes tired. “Go back to sleep.”
His chest is bare and it feels nice, so I don’t want to move. But my bladder is screaming and I can’t stop blushing for some reason. “I need to…” I look in the direction of the washroom.
Finn sighs, releasing me, “Come back after. It’s cold and you’re my blanket.”
I ignore his words and stand up.
Or at least I try to stand up.
My legs aren’t having it and I crumple to the cold floor, a dazed laugh escaping me.
Finn’s on his feet almost instantly, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”
I can’t stop laughing for some reason, as I am so completely bewildered. “I think – I think I can’t walk.”
His lips crack into a grin.
Suddenly, my laughter dissolves. “What are you smiling about? You did this to me.”
He sobers up and I know it’s an act. His arm comes around my very naked waist and he helps me stand, taking on most of my weight.
It takes me a few seconds to find my feet and I push him away, stumbling to the washroom.
Once I’m done with my business, I take a look at myself in the mirror and my eyes widen in horror. There are fading bluish purple marks all over my chest and neck.
Damn Irish bastard.
When I exit and see the smug look on his face, I know he’s aware of what he’s done. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.” My lips are turned downward.
He pulls on my cheeks, looking too damn cheerful. “Immensely.”
“Now, I’ll have to wear a turtleneck.”
“I’m sure that’s not necessary.” Finn trails a finger over one of the marks. “They look very appealing.”
I raise a brow. “You just want everyone to see them.”
He smiles, innocently.
I huff. But it’s all for show because I see the mark as my fingers have left on his shoulders and they please me. I tug on my bra and panties, and search for my blouse.
He’s already wearing his pants and lounging on the couch, his arms spread over the back of it, looking too relaxed. “Why’re you getting dressed?”
I glance at the clock. “Because it’s two in the morning and I’d like to sleep in a bed. Put your shirt on.”
Finn isn’t that willing to leave but I manage to drag him to the car. He looks thoughtful as I drive, a strange expression on his face. “I thought you threw out everything I gave you.”
My hands tighten on the wheel but I don’t say anything.
He doesn’t add anything further, either.
When we reach the house, I’m about to leave to go to my room but he wraps his around my waist and I am pulled into his room.
I find that I’m not completely unwilling.
The next morning when I come downstairs, it’s early but both my aunts are already sitting there, beaming at me.
Seeing Aunt Vee smile like this is disturbing. “What?” I ask, warily.
Aunt Helen can hardly contain her glee. “You didn’t sleep in your room today.”
I blink before making my way to the coffee pot to pour myself a cup. “Yeah, no I didn’t. What about it?”
Aunt Vee studies me. “Where were you?”
I snort. “Like you don’t know.” Before she can open her mouth, I chug down the coffee and say hastily, “I have to leave. There’s a lot of cleaning to do.”
“I bet there is,” Aunt Vee murmurs with a smirk.
My whole face burns, and I exclaim, “I don’t have to listen to this!”
“Now, now, sweetheart,” Aunt Helen intervenes, shooting her sister a look that has her falling silent. She then glances at me. “How did the date go? Did you like the food? Finn cooked it all by himself.”
I still and turn to face them. “About that. Why did you give Finn that wine?”
Aunt Helen raises a brow at me. “You didn’t like it?”
“I liked it just fine. I’m just curious as to what prompted you to depart with something that you two keep saying is for a special occasion.”
Both of them are silent and I put down my cup on the island counter and narrow my eyes at them, “What are you not telling me?”
Aunt Vee is the one who breaks the silence, “Finn is a good man.”
“I know he is.”
“We think you two…” Aunt Helen hesitates. “…he’s good for you. Better than anyone.” She glances at her sister, before continuing, “We have a good feeling about him.”
I don’t know what to say to this and I sigh. “Look, I know you two mean well but I don’t think you should interfere with this. I – we don’t even know how long he’s here for—”
“Do you like him?” Aunt Vee demands, suddenly.
I swallow. “Yes.” My voice is faint.
“Does he stand out more to you than any other man you’ve dated?”
They see the answer in my eyes and a smile breaks out on both my aunts’ faces.
“Well that’s that, then.” Aunt Vee nods.
I roll my eyes. “No, it’s not. Look, Finn and I – It’s complicated between us.” My voice wavers. “I really like him but I need to take it slow which isn’t possible….” I glare at them. “If you keep interfering in our relationship.”
Aunt Vee huffs, “You needed a nudge. How is that interfering?”
I put on my jacket and shake my head, kissing them both on the cheek. “It is. Now, I’m off. I might be late tonight. I have to get started on the Christmas decorations today.”
I leave, exasperated with the two women but also smiling. Despite the frigid breeze, it feels like it’s going to be a good day today. The smile doesn’t leave my lips throughout as I serve customers, my bright mood making tongues wag till I glare them into submission.
“Is it true?” Lucia demands as she takes a seat at the counter sometime after twelve. “Did you and the hot foreigner finally make progress?”
“Progress?” I echo, pretending to sound confused, as I put a slice of lasagna in front of her. “What do you mean?”
Lucia scowls at me. “You know. Did you tw
o do the dance?”
I continue to look mystified. “I haven’t gone dancing with Finn as far as I remember.”
“You’re a terrible friend,” she complains.
“And you’re too nosy for you own good,” I inform her.
I come back to her after serving a few other customers.
She is playing with her food as she asks, “Do you still need my help after work to help you set up?”
“Yeah. I found the boxes but it’s a two person job and Stacy has to study for her exams after Christmas.”
Lucia smiles, slyly. “I bet Finn would help you if you asked him, nicely.”
“Yes, well…” I clear my throat, trying to hide how flustered I get at his mention. “I asked you, you lazy bum.”
“Why didn’t you ask Finn?” She prods.
“Why didn’t she ask me what?”
A familiar, heavily accented voice reaches my ears and I jump.
Finn slides into the seat next to Lucia.
“Nothing,” I immediately say.
Finn turns to Lucia, putting on his most charming smile. “Maybe you can tell me. My little Darlin’ is just so shy.”
Lucia nearly spits out the coffee she’s drinking on hearing me being described as shy.
Finn has to thump her on the back a few times to get her to start breathing normally.
“There’s nothing shy about Clara,” Lucia manages, laughing loudly. “There’s nothing meek or ladylike about her either.”
“Hey!” I say, hotly, not knowing why I’m offended. “I can be like ladylike when I want to be.”
Lucia snorts. “Sure.”
Finn reaches pout and snags one of my loose curls, grinning. “I like you just as you are. Unladylike and all.”
I don’t try to snatch my hair away from him but I don’t look entirely convinced either. “Nice try.”
Lucia turns to him. “She needs help in setting up the Christmas decorations in the diner. Why don’t you help her out?”
Finn tugs at my curl. “Why didn’t you ask me?”
