Weekend Fling

by Claire Kingsley

  “Yeah, I’m running my dad’s pub.”

  “That’s right,” she says. “Pouring drinks for a living. So, is that what you do now? Or are you going to go back to the psychology stuff?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m just taking things one day at a time.”

  “Well yeah, but I’m sure you have plans,” Rhonda says.

  I notice Juliet smile. I slide my hand under the table and squeeze her thigh. I think plans is one of her favorite words.

  “Plans are fine, but I’m just living for the present,” I say. “I don’t want to worry about things too far in the future.”

  Rhonda nods slowly, like I just said something profound. “Yeah. Good. That’s smart.”

  “Um, thanks, I guess?”

  “So how did you two meet?” Rhonda asks.

  I tell her about Juliet’s friends getting food poisoning while they were in Jetty Beach for a girls’ weekend. Was that really only a week ago? Rhonda listens with rapt attention as I talk.

  Juliet leans closer and puts her hand on my leg, so close to my cock that it starts to sit up and pay attention. Uh oh. What is she doing? She fills in a few details, nothing in her voice betraying how her fingers keep teasing closer to my dick. The tables are covered with long tablecloths, so I doubt anyone can see, but she’s making it very difficult for me to concentrate on this conversation.

  “That’s so funny,” Rhonda says with a laugh.

  I smile, but I have no clue what she’s talking about. Juliet’s hand rubs alongside my growing erection and I shift in my seat. My eyes dart to her. She doesn’t look in my direction, but a small smile plays on her lips. I put my hand on her thigh, but she crosses her legs and shifts her hips a little so I can’t get near anything fun.

  Oh, naughty girl. I’m going to make you pay for this.

  Rhonda starts talking about something else—a story about one of her neighbors, I think. Juliet nods and smiles and asks relevant questions, all while rubbing her hand close to my cock, never quite touching it. I know she can feel how hard I’m getting, but she takes a bite of her food, like nothing is happening under the table.

  A few other people at the table join in the conversation, and I do my best to pretend I’m listening. Rhonda says something and everyone erupts with laughter.

  Juliet’s hand settles over my cock and squeezes. I suck in a hard breath and cough. She strokes up and down a few times, caressing me through my slacks.

  Rhonda stands up. “Well, I need another glass of wine. It was nice meeting you, Juliet.”

  Juliet pulls her hand away from my crotch and smiles. “It was nice to meet you, too.”

  Rhonda walks away and a couple of other people get up from the table.

  I put my arm on the back of Juliet’s chair and lean in close, my mouth next to her ear. “Sprinkles, you have no idea what you just did.”

  “What?” she asks with mock innocence. “I didn’t do anything.”

  I run a finger along the back of her neck and nip her earlobe with my teeth. “You know exactly what you did, you naughty girl.”

  She gasps, her breasts lifting with her sharp intake of breath. “Naughty?”

  “So naughty,” I say into her ear. “I need to teach you a lesson. What do you think about that?”

  A shiver runs through her. “But what if I want to be bad with you?”

  My dick gets even harder. I run my fingers up her neck and grab her hair, tugging on it just a little. “Juliet, you just took this to a whole new level.”

  19

  Juliet

  Finn’s mouth next to my ear is making me absolutely insane with lust. I’m sure my face is flushing and if anyone pays the least bit of attention to us, they’re going to know what we’re talking about. I should care about that. I’m surrounded by his family.

  But he just tugged on my hair and I want to rip his pants off right this second.

  “I’m hard as fuck right now,” he says, his voice low. “You better walk in front of me or this could get awkward.”

  I giggle a little and nod. We stand and Finn stays right behind me—almost close enough that we’re touching. I hear someone call his name, but apparently he’s going to pretend he didn’t hear, because he nudges my lower back to hurry me out the door.

  We make it into the elevator and as soon as the doors close, he grabs my hips and presses his cock into my ass. This is good. This, I understand. As long as this electricity is sparking between us, I don’t have to worry about what else I’m feeling. I don’t have to hide anything from him.

  “You’re in so much trouble, sprinkles,” he growls into my ear.

  My whole body shudders. He moves my hair and puts his mouth on the back of my neck, sending a zap of electricity down my spine.

  The elevator doors open and we head toward our room. Finn keeps one hand on the back of my neck and his usual gentleness is gone. This touch is firm—commanding. I swallow hard as he unlocks the door and ushers me inside. He leads me in until I’m next to the bed.

  Finn stands behind me and runs his hands down my arms. “Did you think it was funny to drive me crazy like that?”

  There’s something in his voice, something I haven’t heard before. It isn’t just his accent—which is coming out stronger than ever. We’re playing a new game, and I have a feeling I don’t know the rules.

  “I think it was fun.”

  He scrapes his stubbly jaw down the side of my neck and my eyes roll back. “Then I’m going to drive you crazy.” He nips my earlobe with his teeth. “Don’t move.”

  I stand still, almost shivering with anticipation.

  I hear the sound of the closet door opening, and resist the urge to glance over my shoulder to look. A few seconds later, I feel Finn behind me again.

  “Do you trust me?” he asks, speaking softly into my ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He slips something over my eyes and ties it behind my head.

  Oh my god. He just blindfolded me with his tie.

  Blindfolded.

  With. His. Tie.

  He slowly unzips my dress. It falls at my feet, and he unhooks my bra. I let it drop while he slides my panties down my legs. He kisses his way up the backs of my legs, over my ass, up my back. He gets to my neck and nibbles my skin, just hard enough to make me tremble.

  “Get on the bed, face down,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

  I reach out and feel the bed, then climb on and lie flat. The door opens and closes. What is Finn doing? Where is he going? He isn’t going to leave me like this, is he? My heart beats hard and my body tingles with nervousness.

  But he said to trust him. So I wait.

  He’s only gone for a minute or so. The door opens and shuts again, and I hear the clink of something metallic.

  The bed depresses and Finn’s hand caresses my back.

  “If you can’t see,” he says, “all you can do is feel.”

  He brushes my hair to the side, exposing my neck. Something cold touches my skin, and I gasp. It’s ice. He slides it down my spine, the cold biting. Then he runs his tongue down the trail, the heat of his mouth almost burning after the freezing ice.

  “God, Juliet, you taste so good,” Finn says. “On your back.”

  I roll over and he adjusts the blindfold, making sure I still can’t see. I feel ice in the hollow of my throat. He slides it down and moves it to one breast, circling my nipple.

  I gasp again. “Finn.”

  “Shh,” he says, moving the ice to the other nipple. “No talking.”

  My nipples harden, so sensitive the brush of air against them sends little tingles that jolt straight to my core. Finn moves the ice down to my bellybutton, then licks the water off.

  “What would happen if I put this here?” He tips my legs open and slides the ice down my body, letting it run along the skin outside my opening.

  I suck in a hard breath. It’s so cold it almost hurts, but my body responds with a rush of heat.

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nbsp; “Your pussy is so hot.” He slips the ice inside and I gasp again. I open my legs wider and fist my hands around the sheets.

  Finn takes the ice cube out—how there’s anything left of it after the heat of my pussy, I have no idea—and the bed shifts again.

  His hands come back, his fingertips cold. He rubs up my thighs, to my hips, up my belly, cups my breasts. My skin is on fire and my pussy throbs with need.

  “Finn—”

  “Shh,” he says again. “Just feel.”

  He caresses my whole body with hands that are absolute magic. Not being able to see heightens my other senses; every touch makes my skin burst with pleasure. His mouth comes to my skin—first at my neck, then down to my breasts. He sucks on each nipple, then grazes them lightly with his teeth. I try to stay quiet, but I can’t help the whimpers and sighs that escape my lips.

  He kisses down my belly and before I can draw another breath, his tongue is all over my pussy. His mouth is hot and his tongue lashes against me. Staying quiet is no longer an option. I close my eyes behind the blindfold and lose myself in the feel of his mouth on me. He flicks my clit, lapping the bundle of nerves with sharp strokes. The sensation spreads all the way to my hips, and my body tenses. I grab his hair and move with his rhythm, my climax building so fast I can barely breathe.

  A few more flicks of his tongue, and I’m coming so hard I cry out. My back arches and I tear at the sheets, panting.

  Finn stops, and I try to catch my breath. The bed moves again and I hear a zipper, then the crinkle of a condom wrapper. He crawls on top of me, his skin warm against mine.

  “Do you really want to be bad with me?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  He kisses my neck a few times, but gets up off the bed. I hear something else, a sound I can’t place. Then he takes my hands and helps me stand.

  “Come here.” He leads me a few steps and turns me so my back is to him. He places my hands up against what feels like glass, and nudges me down so I’m partially bent at the waist. Then he tugs on the blindfold and slips it off.

  He has me facing the window, my hands against the glass. We’re three stories up, but I can see people milling around the grounds below.

  Finn takes my hair in one hand and leans my head back. “If anyone looks up, they might see us. So maybe I shouldn’t do this.” He grabs my ass and slides his cock into me from behind.

  My eyes widen as I look down through the window. Someone could look. But it feels so dangerous. I push my hips back, grinding into him.

  “You like that, my naughty girl?” He grabs my hips and thrusts in and out a few times.

  “Oh my god, yes. Fuck me like this, Finn.”

  Out, then in again. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  He picks up the pace, pounding into me from behind. I press my hands against the window to hold myself up. The danger of being caught is such a thrill. I tilt my hips, arching my back with every thrust. He drives his hips, sinking his cock in deep.

  “God, I love fucking you,” he says between thrusts. “You feel so damn good.”

  “Fuck me harder.”

  He groans. “I love it when you say that.”

  “Fuck me harder, Finn. Fuck me harder.”

  “Oh god, Juliet, I’m going to come in you so hard.”

  He pushes in deep and holds, his hands tight on my hips. I grind against him a few times. He pulls out and thrusts in again, and I feel his cock start to pulse. My pussy tightens around him and he groans again.

  “Do it, baby,” I say. “Come inside me.”

  A few more quick thrusts, and his body stiffens. His cock throbs and I’m swept away by another orgasm. It rolls through me in waves. My arms almost give out and I can barely stand.

  Finn wraps his arms around my waist as I straighten, helping to hold me up. He kisses my neck and shoulder while I take a few deep breaths.

  “How are you so good at that?” I ask.

  He speaks low into my ear. “I am when it’s you.”

  He leads me back to the bed and we lie down together. He wraps his arms around me and I settle in with my head on his chest.

  My eyes drift closed and I’m so relaxed, I could almost fall asleep. I feel the rhythm of Finn’s breathing, the soft circles his fingers make on my skin, his lips kissing my forehead. He feels so good. So right.

  I get a little hitch in my breath. He doesn’t just feel good. He feels better than anything I’ve ever had in my entire life. The way he kisses me, touches me, makes my body melt, like I’m completely his. I’ve never experienced this before, and it’s starting to scare the shit out of me. I keep telling myself, over and over, that I need to keep my head on straight. I need to remember what this is—what we’re doing here.

  But I’m not keeping my head on straight. Not by a long shot. Ever since he showed up at my door, I’ve had this crazy feeling swirling around inside me. I need to push it down and squash it and make it go away. This is just a fling, and there are at least sixteen reasons (I’ve been counting) that something more would never work.

  No matter how many times I try to tell myself it’s just the crazy hot chemistry—it’s just the way he worships my body like no one else ever has—I know I’m lying. Every moment I’m with him makes the truth knock around in my brain a little louder, and it’s getting so noisy I can barely think of anything else.

  I’m falling in love with Finn.

  20

  Juliet

  We sleep in—why do I have this tendency to sleep late when I’m with Finn?—and he insists on ordering room service for breakfast. I don’t complain. Our leisurely morning stretches almost until lunchtime. We don’t even bother getting dressed for a while—just lounge in bed together, eating croissants and omelets, sipping coffee, and chatting.

  I love how he touches me all the time. Even if it’s not with his hands—sometimes it’s his arm resting alongside mine, or his foot up against my leg. After we finish eating, what starts as a gentle caress across my shoulders becomes a back rub that turns me to liquid. His hands are so damn sexy, and he uses them so well.

  Number of things I’ve been counting this weekend: zero.

  I’m so relaxed I haven’t been counting anything. That’s not normal for me.

  Eventually, we decide to get up and take a walk around the resort grounds before we have to get dressed for the wedding. I put on a sweater, jeans, and my cute brown boots. Finn stays casual, as usual, in jeans and a t-shirt, and he throws his jacket on over it.

  We head downstairs and go out a side door instead of making our way through the lobby. The grounds are beautiful, with gardens and a path that leads through a wooded area.

  A group of Finn’s family members—I remember a few of them from dinner last night—are gathered on a patio with plates of food and drinks. He tries to steer us in the other direction, but his mother appears seemingly out of nowhere and calls us over.

  He takes a deep breath and we make our way to them.

  “Finn, we need your help in the ballroom,” Elena says. She turns and starts walking away, apparently sure he’s going to follow.

  Finn squeezes my arm. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Juliet!”

  I turn to find Finn’s cousin, Rhonda, sitting at one of the small tables.

  “Have a seat,” she says, gesturing to the chair next to her.

  I pull out the chair and sit. Rhonda’s eyes are droopy; she looks a little drunk. Hitting the mimosas at brunch, maybe? This seems to be a pattern with her.

  “So, are you looking forward to the wedding tonight?” Rhonda asks.

  “Yeah, I’m sure it’s going to be lovely,” I say.

  She nods. “I have to say, I’m surprised Finn showed up this weekend.”

  A lot of people seem surprised to see Finn here. “Why?”

  She shrugs. “Because of Heather.”

  My shoulders tighten. Heather? That must be his ex. Do I admit I don’t know what she’s talking about?
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  “Oh, really?” I ask, trying to strike a balance between sounding like I know who Heather is, and prompting her to keep talking.

  “Well, yeah,” she says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, they were getting married here, and look what happened.”

  Finn was supposed to get married? What in the ever-loving fuck? I keep pretending this isn’t news to me. “So, this was where Finn and Heather’s wedding was going to be?”

  “Yep,” she says. “I can’t believe Mary decided to have her wedding here. It’s a slap in the face, if you ask me. But I guess this is a nice place, and it has room for our crazy family.”

  This is so awkward. I had no idea Finn was engaged. How close did they come to going through with it? I wonder what happened. I don’t even know who called it off. “That’s too bad. So…” How do I ask this? “Why do you think things fell apart for them?”

  “Well, I don’t know all the details,” she says, lowering her voice like she’s letting me in on a big secret. “But it was very last minute. I heard from our other cousin that Heather called it off and no more than a week later, she’d shacked up with some other guy.”

  Holy shit. “Wow.” I try to keep my tone neutral. “That’s pretty awful.”

  “It was,” she says. “Finn was devastated. Not that I blame him. And then his dad died like a month later.”

  “What?” I can’t hide the surprise in my voice. “His dad died right after his fiancée left him?”

  She nods. “Yep. Brutal, right?”

  I barely knew this Heather chick existed before now, but I hate her guts. How dare she do that to Finn! Of course, if she’d married him… that thought doesn’t even bear thinking.

  She didn’t. Her loss.

  “I guess it worked out okay for you, though,” she says, nudging my arm. “I didn’t know Finn had a girlfriend. How long have you guys been dating?”

  Girlfriend? Dating? God, I wish that were the case. “We actually haven’t known each other very long.”