by Lulu Pratt
“All right, Mr. Maguire,” the man replied, as the other execs in the room twittered amongst themselves. “You know where the door is. See yourself out.”
“Gladly,” Finn grinned. “But just one more thing, before I go. Regency needs to fire Chrissy from working with your company. Allowing her to continue working after I’ve reported repeated harassment at her hands, would be a huge violation. Which is to say, if you don’t strike her from your books, I’ll tell the whole fucking world about how you knowingly employed an abuser.”
Mike guffawed. “You don’t have that platform.”
“Maybe he doesn’t,” I interrupted. “But I do. In fact, I’ve got three million followers – and counting – who would love to hear about this.”
Finn looked at me, surprised but delighted. “Why, thanks for the offer, love.”
“Any time,” I smiled. “And, Mike, my followers loved my viral video this morning about drug abuse. Perhaps they’d also like to learn that Chrissy is a widely known drug abuser who tries to persuade others on set, even ones who are avowedly sober, to use substances. BeYou invited me on a show this morning to talk about the drug epidemic, so they’d be disappointed to learn that their partner, Regency, has such a fast and loose attitude to substances. Don’t you think?”
Mike was squirming in his chair, and the other execs had gone from twittering to angry gesturing between one another. Got him, I thought with satisfaction.
“Get out of my office,” Mike barked.
“Are you going to remove Chrissy?” Finn pressed, not willing to let the point go.
“You’ll just have to fucking find out,” Mike replied. “In the meantime, get the fuck out. Clear your office, Finn. You’re not welcome here anymore.”
“All right,” I agreed. “Just remember, I have an audience, and I’m not afraid to use it.”
He snarled at me, and Finn chuckled, “Let’s leave, Poppy, before he has an aneurysm. I’m sure we’ll be in touch in a few months, anyways.”
Without a further word, we walked out the door together, slamming it behind us before enveloping one another in a hug.
“Oh my God,” I whispered into Finn’s ear. “You were so brave.”
“No, you were,” he retorted, hugging me tightly. “I could never have done any of that if you hadn’t walked into my life.”
We broke apart, and he finished, “Now let’s get my stuff and get the hell out of here.”
“Agreed.” I was bouncing on the balls of my feet, jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning.
This surprise was everything I could’ve hoped for, but it was also much, much more. Finn had openly chosen me over money, over stability. He’d taken an even bigger risk than professing his truth on TV. He’d let something tangible go so that he could have something intangible – love. And I was so proud of him, and so deeply in love with him. Oh, it felt good to admit that. Love! We were in love.
We walked down another series of hallways, all the turns melting together as I thought, with a warm shiver of pleasure, how lucky I was to have Finn. It hadn’t been long ago that I worried how that he would leave me, that I would have had sex with him and then it’d all be over, poof, gone. But now? Now, I was certain we had a long future ahead of us. Gosh, I was just over the moon and rounding Jupiter.
Finn pushed open another nondescript door, which just as easily could’ve been the same one we’d just come from, and we entered his office, a small affair that perfectly resembled him in every regard.
“You like it?” he asked, a little nervous.
I loved it. There were three bookshelves encasing a small, black sofa, a tiny wooden artist’s desk with a huge computer monitor on top, and a massive office chair behind said desk. There were a variety of lamps – no overhead lighting for him. It was cozy and intimate, a space I suspected very few were welcome into.
“It’s perfect,” I murmured. “Because it’s so you.”
He grinned. “That’s very kind of you, Ms. Reeve. Now lemme just grab my stuff, shouldn’t take long.”
He pulled a cardboard box from beneath his desk, which suggested this wasn’t the first time he’d contemplated quitting, and began to pull books off shelves, carefully stacking them inside the box as I watched. Finn was hunched over, filling the box, and his black T-shirt rode up his back, revealing his spine and his tattoos I recognized from the last time I’d seen him naked.
Naked. Mmm, yes, that’s what I wanted Finn to be in that moment. Naked. It felt like ages since we’d made love, and frankly, seeing a man stand up for himself, and for me, made me a bit hot under the collar. I was surprised to realize that I didn’t feel even a little bit of guilt or shame when I then said:
“Finn, leave the books for a minute.”
He shifted up to look at me over his bony shoulder. “Why?”
I sidled closer to him – not that there was much space in the room to begin with – and said suggestively, “Because I think we need to mark this new chapter in our lives.”
He laughed, “Are you making book jokes?”
“I think I am, yeah. And I want you to read me cover to cover.”
Finn dropped the book in his hand and stood up to move up to me.
Without a word, I grabbed his belt and pulled him closer, feeling absolutely ravenous for his love. My one motion made us both frantic. I unbuckled the belt while Finn ripped the T-shirt off his head, then kicked off his shoes and slipped off his jeans. In moments, he was standing in only his underwear, his body visible to anyone looking through the office’s picture window at that moment.
“Got any curtains?” I joked, referencing the window.
“No, sorry,” he replied. “If it bothers you, we don’t have to–”
“Don’t be crazy. To heck with the curtains. If someone sees, they see.”
The old Poppy, the one afraid of sex, who thought having it would ruin her commitment to her religion, was gone. The new Poppy asked for what she wanted. The new Poppy spoke the hell up.
Finn smirked, then tugged his underwear down until the black briefs pooled at his ankles. I took in the sight before me – his long, thick cock, already hard.
“How long have you been like that for?” I laughed, pointing to his dick.
“Oh I had a boner the entire time we were talking with Mike,” he laughed vigorously. “It was a bit distracting, but I forgive you.”
I smiled and took a step closer. We were face to face. “Thanks.”
Finn scooped my cheeks into his hands, and bent down to kiss me. The fire from the elevator had redoubled. My underwear was so damp that I shifted with discomfort, anxious to get them off. Finn must have sensed as much, because his fingers found the zipper on the back of my back and yanked it down. I helped him push the dress off my shoulders, then down past my hips. His hands never left my flesh. He gripped each curve as he wiggled the dress off, like every inch of my skin bared was holy.
“You,” he whispered, “are beautiful, and I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I meant every word.
My bra and underwear were off before I knew it, as though some fairy godmother had snapped her fingers and denuded me. We were skin on skin, hip to hip, flesh and bone rubbing up against each other. The way my belly fit into the hollows of his stomach had made me self-conscious at first. Now, I just took it as another sign that we fit together. His hip bones were sharp, and I could picture them clanging against the bones of a skinny model, like two dulled fencing swords meeting. But his angles sunk into my curves, and we made sacred geometry.
We were on full view through his enormous windows, and I couldn’t have given less of a shit. Let them see, I thought. The world should know that a couple like Finn and I are possible.
Naked in each other’s arms, we tumbled back onto the couch, limbs entangling. My thigh went between his legs, his arm beneath my spine, his lips atop my own. It was like a line drawing that only makes sense because it has a singular origin point.
We kissed fiercely,
passionately, even though we knew we could do it again whenever we wished. Now that there was no more Chrissy, no more Regency… our kisses were not stolen, but were rather the law of the land. I didn’t know what to do with this new sense of freedom, one that pervaded every area of my life. How would I change, with Finn at my side? I wasn’t sure, but I looked forward to finding out.
As if in answer to my thought, Finn murmured, “I can’t wait. For us, that is.”
“What do you mean,” I sighed into his lips.
He smiled, and shook his head mysteriously. “Nothing, really. I’m just taking in the view.”
He gazed at my face with open admiration and tenderness, his eyes outlining my features – drinking in my eyelashes, rounding my cheeks, and stopping at my lips, which he bent down to kiss once more.
We’d been through so much, more than most couples are put through in their first year. Despite my usual optimism, I hadn’t thought we would make it. In this day and age, true love rarely wins. It usually gets swiped to the left. But we had triumphed and come out the stronger for it.
I was stirred out of my thoughts by the pressing physical reminder of Finn’s hard cock prodding against the cushion of my thigh. The rigidity of its insistence made me even wetter.
“Take me,” I asked him, my voice soft and anxious. I considered this for a moment, then continued, “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes, just give me a moment.”
Finn opened a desk drawer and smiled at me as he produced one. “Before you ask, the condoms were from a joke birthday present my assistant gave me.”
“Really?” I laughed.
“Yeah, she’s saved my ass more than once and she never forgets my birthday. Anyway, where were we?”
He nuzzled at my neck, his nose slinking through my baby hairs. “Shall I get you warmed up first?” he asked, his hands trailing down the mounds of my breasts and belly.
“Don’t rightly think you’ll have to,” I chuckled quietly, taking one of his fingers and swiping it against the slickness of my pussy. The sensation seemed to travel through his entire body. I saw the reverb from his feet to his shoulders. A smile creased his face.
“My, but somebody’s been waiting for this.”
For this touch, yes, of course, but moreover, for this love. For that, I’d been waiting a lifetime.
“I have,” I agreed. “Now, show me what I’ve been missing.”
Finn took his cock in his hand, stroking it several times in full view of me, as if to make me jealous of his hand. And, in fairness, it was working. His large hands wrapped neatly around his equally girthy dick. More things in nature that were made in perfect ratio to one another.
He used his free hand to put a cushion beneath my neck, shifting his legs so that one was on the couch, the other hanging over the side so that his foot could get purchase on solid ground.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked. “Sorry about the couch.”
Without warning, I sat up straight, knocking Finn up against the back of the sofa and throwing a thigh over his, until I was straddling him.
“Jesus,” he uttered. “That was hot.”
“You haven’t seen nothin’ yet.”
My thighs pressed against his. His hands found the dip between my hips and my ass. I was hovering mere inches over his cock, which seemed to grow harder with every passing moment. Finn’s lips took in my breast, and one hand moved to wrap in my hair. A single drop of wetness from my private place fell atop his groin, and I knew I could stand this delay no longer.
His fingers were creating divots in my flesh. Our desperation, though unspoken, was deeply mutual.
Slowly, inch by inch, I lowered myself onto his manhood, and groaned as I took more and more of him inside me. Finn’s eyes were closed, his breathing more rapid than before.
“Oh, Poppy,” he groaned as I took in his remaining stiffness.
I knew he’d slept with many a woman before. And not only did I no longer care, I now believed that I was truly the best he’d ever had, even with my inexperience. The way he said my name couldn’t be faked, not even by the most masterful of actors. It was raw, unadulterated emotion.
“Ride me,” he begged.
“What if I don’t know how?” I asked, suddenly unsure about being the ‘best he’d ever had.’ Despite how well we fit together, there was still so much for me to learn. What if he got bored of being my teacher? My cheeks flushed with shame. I didn’t want him to think of me as some back roads country girl who didn’t know diddly about what adults do at night.
“You know how,” he replied, interrupting my spiral. “Just follow what your body wants. Don’t worry about satisfying me. Do what feels good.”
“What if you don’t like it?” I asked, nervous that I’d displease, or worse, hurt him.
He laughed, a thin, strangled laugh. “Poppy, don’t worry about me not liking it. I’m just doing my best not to explode before we’ve even begun.”
Dang, he always knew the right thing to say.
With that encouragement, I regained my confidence and began to rock gently back and forth on his cock, my hips driving forward and back, finding a rhythm that felt right for my body, and for our mutual experience. Finn moaned, a deep, guttural sound that both frightened and aroused me, it was so primal.
“Why were you even worried?” he gasped as I thrust forward. “You’re an old pro.”
I laughed, and the remainder of the nerves dissipated. I felt unfettered, as though my stable doors had been thrown open and I was being told to run free.
My hips bucked forward and back, my knees coming into play so I could move up and down on his dick, now moving both vertically and horizontally. Finn’s head fell back onto the couch, his face the picture of ecstasy. I felt a warmth seeping into my veins. His cock scratched an itch far inside me, an itch so private and profound that I hadn’t known it was there until he’d shown me. Now, I knew I could never forget it.
His hands gripped my ass, and I knew I’d have the outline of his hands on my ass in a beautiful, mottled black and blue. Good – I wanted all the marks of Finn I could get. I craved his imprint.
As I was swiveling on his dick, his fingers crept between us, and with ballistic skill, located my clit. He began to strum it, and all breath hitched in my throat. Dang, how was he so wonderful at that?
My body was overwhelmed with sensations – the combination of his cock and his magical fingers meant I was being pleased on more planes than I’d known existed.
“Finn,” I cried. “I’m gonna come.”
I hadn’t known that was true until it’d passed my lips, but it was absolutely real, and the way the words shredded through my throat made that fairly evident. Finn went wild, his eyes growing animalistic, his breath deepening.
“Good,” he replied. “I want to watch you orgasm.”
His fingers coaxed me as I bounced harder on his cock. There was no more rhythm, no more slow, careful dance. I was wild, unrestrained, leading with my body and letting my mind follow.
“Come,” he insisted in a low, passionate voice. “You deserve every pleasure in the world, this most of all.”
The stroke of his fingers coincided perfectly with the next thrust of my hips and suddenly, I was tilted back into the perfect orgasm, one that started in my extremities and traveled inward, the kind that makes your legs shake and your heart stop. I felt the ecstasy radiate out, as though I could saturate an entire room, a building, a city with my pleasure. I’m sure I screamed, but I didn’t technically hear it. I couldn’t compute any sensations besides the orgasm that was rocketing through me.
At last, I lowered my gaze back down to meet Finn’s. My eyes no longer rolling into the back of my head, I could now focus more clearly on him. I took long, unsure breaths.
“That was amazing,” I whispered.
He stroked the hair that hung down my back, and pressed a kiss on my collarbone.
“It was amazing to watch, too.”
I fel
t his cock harden further inside me, and I knew that Finn needed to share in my release.
“Your turn,” I giggled, daggering my hips forward.
He grunted, his eyes closing tightly as his hands, which had remained glued to my hips, shoved me downwards on his cock, a needy motion that renewed my arousal, even when I’d assumed I was spent.
“Yes,” I moaned, “yes, yes, yes.”
His nails dug into my back as his mouth opened wide, a cry of delight bursting forth from his throat. He held me close, shoving his face between my breaths as his thighs quaked beneath me.
“I’m, I’m–”
I knew he was trying to say ‘coming,’ but he couldn’t get the words out. They were instead torn asunder by waves of pleasure that shivered through his body, vibrating into my own bones. He bucked once, twice, his orgasm seeming to last forever. I held his face to my chest, willing him to eke out every last drop of pleasure.
At last, he flopped back against the back of the couch, gazing up at me with love and wonderment.
“That was…”
“Amazing,” I finished. “Wonderful.”
He nodded. “And so are you.”
I kissed him on the tip of his aquiline nose. He was such a charmer.
“I’m going to learn to love you in every way possible,” he promised, his big brown eyes burrowing into mine. “Emotionally, physically, mentally. I will decode love and hand it back to you on a platter. We’re going to do wonderful things together, Poppy. Just you wait.”
The smile on my face broadened. “I know,” I replied. “And I’m ready.”
He grinned, and our lips met once more, sealing our fate with a kiss.
Epilogue
POPPY
SIX MONTHS LATER
“YOU READY, love?” came a voice through my door.
“Almost, just saving this video,” I called back.
Tilting forward in my office chair, I downloaded the footage, then titled and stored it. I was running a bit behind on my video uploads. Normally, I’d beat myself up for this, for not sitting there and editing what I had, but today was a special day.
