Heartbreaker

by Melody Grace

Finn looks down at me, eyes shadowed in the dark. “You’re driving me crazy,” he says, his voice thick with need.

  “Good.”

  I stroke my thumb over the head of his cock, pumping a little harder this time.

  He sucks in a breath. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

  I smile. “Maybe.”

  I bring my mouth closer, and slowly take him between my lips – not looking away.

  “Fuck,” he gasps. “Eva.”

  I take him deeper.

  Finn’s grip tightens. He pistons his hips, finding my rhythm and matching it, urging me on. I move faster, sliding the tight arc of my lips around him and bobbing my head, keeping friction every inch of the way. Now, there’s no holding back. Finn’s hands are knotted in my hair, controlling the pace, but I love it, love surrendering to every hard, deep thrust of his cock between my lips, and how it makes my whole body flush and ache with lust. I slip my hand between my legs, stroking myself in time with his thrusts, and it’s enough to make me moan against him, the sound muffled by the thick, hard length of him.

  “Eva.” Finn’s groans take on a warning note. “Baby, I’m close—”

  I don’t pull away. I can’t. Not when I still need him, when my body is wound so tight and only this madness can satisfy me. I angle my head, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, and Finn make a noise halfway between a protest and a plea. I move again, sliding my tongue along the length of him, then taking him deep, almost to the hilt, and then again, faster this time. I hear him gasp, hear his ragged groan, but I don’t stop, not for a second, even as I quicken the furious pace of my fingers between my damp thighs. God, it feels too good, being possessed by him like this: on my knees, mouth open to take that incredible cock as far as I can. I’ve never given myself to a man like this, never craved surrender the way I need it now. He could do whatever he wants with me, and I would still come, begging for more.

  My body tightens, my own climax close. I take his cock as deep as I can, sucking hard as I feel him thicken and surge against my tongue.

  “Eva—” Finn warns again, trying to pull away, but I reach up, blindly grasping his hands and pulling them back to my head again, to keep me in place, to pin me there to take it all. “Fuck,” Finn curses, realizing what I mean, and it’s enough to send him hurtling over the edge, his body shuddering hard as he suddenly explodes, gushing hot and wet in the back of my throat.

  I swallow down every last drop, surrendered to the pleasure crashing through me, the wild song in my bloodstream and, God, the dazed release in his eyes. I climax in a shudder against my own hand, watching him finally fall apart.

  Fourteen.

  We head back to the house, my heart still racing. I feel drunk, even though I’ve only sipped champagne. My body is flushed and soaring, every whisper of breeze slipping over my hyper sensitive skin in a new rustle of sensation. Finn’s barely spoken, rowing us back to his dock with steady strokes, but as he reaches his hand to help me up the ladder again, I feel him startle to my touch, his eyes searching mine in the dark.

  “Do you want to go back to the party?” he asks slowly. “Or…”

  There’s a world of possibility wrapped up in that word, fading into the night. I can hear the party noise again, music and laughter, bright lights glowing through the trees. Lottie must be having a great time, Delilah too. Inside, I would be swallowed up in the crowd again, a safe buffer between Finn and I for the rest of the night.

  But I don’t want safe anymore.

  “Take me home,” I say, blushing to hear the desire in my voice. Finn squeezes my hand, and we cut across the lawn to my car. I hand him the keys. I don’t think I could focus on the road, not even if my life depended on it. He opens the passenger door for me, and I slip inside, my mind racing ahead of us, to everything waiting back at my place. The images flash in my mind, sensual and wild, until I’m almost surprised to find the engine shut off, and us right outside the front door.

  I let us in. The dark here feels different somehow, full of intent. I’m surprised to find myself nervous, even after everything. “You want a drink?” I ask brightly, flipping the lights on and bustling through to the kitchen. I open the fridge. “I have water, and beer, and juice—”

  “I want you.”

  Finn’s hands are on my waist from behind. His voice low in my ear. I shiver, sinking back against him, basking in the heat from his body, and the cool chill from the open refrigerator. My skin prickles and my nipples tighten, stiff against my camisole.

  Staying behind me, Finn brings his hands around to cup my breasts, gently stroking and squeezing at the tender peaks. I sigh in pleasure, resting my head on his shoulder, arching up as one hand glides over my stomach and teases as the band of bare skin where my top meets the waist of my skirt.

  “Bedroom?” Finn asks, kissing the arch of my neck and making me shiver.

  “Upstairs.”

  He doesn’t move, though, just slides his hand under my skirt, down between my legs. I arch back against him, still wound so tight from before in ways my own roving fingers couldn’t satisfy. Now, he finds my aching center and slowly caresses me through my panties.

  “You want me,” he whispers, like a victory.

  I sigh. “I always want you.”

  I turn, finding his mouth again. This kiss is slow, sizzling with tension. Finn edges my legs apart and presses his palm against me. I moan against him as he teases, sliding his fingers under my damp panties and brushing them lightly over my slick heat.

  Yes, I implore him silently. There.

  Finn slides his finger inside me and bites down softly on my lower lip.

  I shudder, the sweetness edged with a touch of pain. My body is wound tight, but I can barely breathe, suspended on the delicate caress of his hands, and the gentle curl of his finger, beckoning just right. Over and over, and—

  I come in a ripple of sensation, but it doesn’t even touch the great storm of desire that’s still waiting, barely contained. When I open my eyes, Finn is watching me, a curious smile on his face.

  “What?” I flush, self conscious.

  “Nothing.” He smiles, then lifts his hand to his mouth – slowly sucking his finger clean.

  Oh God.

  Lust races through me in a shudder I can’t hide. Finn’s eyes darken, seeing my reaction. “Upstairs,” he orders me. “Now.”

  My pulse kicks. I walk to the hall, and quickly climb the stairs, feeling as well as hearing him behind me with every step. My bedroom is the back one, smaller than the others, but with a view into the treetops and a small balcony looking over the yard. Now I’m glad of the privacy, even out here in the woods with no neighbors for miles around.

  The windows are open, drapes fluttering loose. Finn closes the door behind us and surveys the room – and me. “Take it off,” he says softly. “I want to see you.”

  The light is dim, but I still feel a wave of self consciousness as I lift my camisole over my head and let it drop to the floor. My skirt goes next, and I push it down in a flutter of silk, leaving me standing in front of him in my panties and bra. Displayed.

  The last time he saw me naked, I was sixteen, slim, and taut, and perky. It’s only been five years, but I know my body has changed. I’ve filled out, my breasts have grown larger, but my hips have gotten fuller too. My stomach curves gently, no longer effortlessly flat.

  What does he think of me now?

  Finn doesn’t speak. I finally glance up, but the look on his face stops me in my tracks. He’s looking at me the way nobody has before, as if I’m a piece of art displayed in a grand museum, something to worship and revere.

  “Come here,” he murmurs softly, holding his hand out, and I go to him. He pulls me close, and it’s not close enough – I tug at his shirt, needing that delicious contact of skin on skin. Finn chuckles, and obliges me, shedding his clothes swiftly until they join mine on the floor. “Wait,” he says, reaching for his jeans.

  “It’s OK,” I stop him. �
�I’m on birth control.”

  Now I’m the one to pause, and drink in the sight of him. Taut, golden muscles, the ridge of his abs, and the trail of bronze hair snaking lower… I bite my lip, knowing how he would feel against me.

  Inside me.

  Finn tugs me back towards the bed. He sits on the edge, and slides his hands around to cup my ass. His beard scratches my bare stomach as he kisses across my skin, pausing to dip and swirl his tongue in the hollow of my belly button.

  I squirm away, giggling.

  Finn looks up with a grin. “You were always ticklish here.”

  “And you always tormented me with it.” He reaches up and unsnaps my bra with one hand – and a wicked look in his eyes. I laugh. “Someone’s been learning.”

  “I told you, baby,” Finn drawls. “I’ve got skills.”

  I smile down at him, hit with a sudden rush of familiarity, the sweet affection of those panting, breathless nights. All that time we spent discovering each other didn’t just dissolve into nothing. It’s still here, guiding every kiss and touch with the knowledge we earned back then. I know this man by heart, how his body tenses when I whisper in his ear, how his skin leaps to my touch, just how to move when he’s close to the edge.

  And he knows me, better than anyone.

  I lean in to kiss him, with all the bittersweet regret of the past, and a new heat, too. Desire I couldn’t begin to understand the last time his hands were on me. But I’m older now, wiser and bolder, too. I’m not the innocent he remembers. I can take my pleasure, as well as give it.

  I let my bra fall then straddle him, moving closer. Finn is already hard against me, and I press into him, feeling the thickness leap and my own answering shudder at the friction and low, deep pull. He lies back, pulling me with him, until we’re tumbled in the sheets – his mouth searching out my breasts, worshiping me with his kisses until I’m moaning out loud. I slide my hands over his body, every smooth muscle and hot, ripped plane, needing to possess it all, but Finn pins me down, giving a smoldering smile as he surveys my almost-naked body.

  “Not this time,” he murmurs, sliding his thumb in my mouth. My breath catches, at the intimacy of his touch. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you for too damn long. The next time you come, it’s going to be with my cock buried deep inside.”

  My blood boils, just to hear his filthy promises. He chuckles, stroking my flushed cheek. “I love how kinky you got,” he whispers, sliding his hand down to grip my panties. “We’re going to have some fun with that.”

  Before I can react, he yanks the lace so hard it rips clean away from me. Finn grips my thighs and spreads them wide apart, positioning himself above me. I brace myself for the thrust, gripping tight to the bedsheets, but he pauses there, looking down at me with that bittersweet smile.

  “I’ve missed you, baby.” His hand strokes along my cheek, so soft, so sweet, it could break my heart all over again – if I didn’t already know, this is just for tonight.

  “You’re here now,” I whisper, focusing on the only thing that matters. Our bodies, so close to the edge now, and all I want to do is fall. “You came home to me.”

  Fifteen.

  Finn.

  It feels like I’ve spent my whole life waiting for the moment when our bodies meet and I thrust inside her, slow as I can bear. I feel every inch, every last moment as Eva’s body opens to me, sheathing me tightly and robbing the breath from my goddamn lungs.

  Nothing’s ever been so perfect. Nothing could ever come close to this.

  I brace myself above her, trying my best to keep a grip. After all this time, the last thing I want is to remind her of a teenager all over again, eager and clumsy. God, I remember the first time, how I could barely keep it together. I was so caught up in the scent of her, the feel, the taste. Now, the movement of our bodies brings all that rushing back. Fuck, I could lose myself in her and never come up for air.

  Eva makes a moaning noise, wrapping her legs around me to take me deeper. Goddamn. I clench my jaw, sinking into her sweetness again, all the way to the hilt.

  “Finn,” she whispers, and I find her staring up at me, those eyes wide on mine. “Don’t hold back, please. Give me everything. I need to feel it.”

  The plaintive need in her voice is too much. My last self-control severs, breaking beyond repair. In one swift motion, I scoop her in my arms and roll us, bringing her down hard in my lap.

  She gasps, my cock surging up inside her, filling her.

  I thrust again, and her answering moan makes me even harder. Goddamn, I’m so hard it hurts.

  “Feel it, baby,” I groan, fisting her hair in my hand. I piston again, gripping her hip and forcing her body down on my cock so hard her breasts bounce with the impact. Eva cries out in pleasure. “This is what you do to me. Only you. Now take what I’ve got to give you. Ride me, baby. Ride me all the way home.”

  Her eyes fly open, her lips parted, so goddamn sexy. She arches her back and finds her rhythm, rising and falling as I thrust, and fuck, the feel of her so wet and tight around me could burn the world to the ground.

  “You like it like this?” I demand hoarsely. “You want to set the pace?” I slip a hand between us, rubbing softly her slick, tender nub. Eva whimpers, her movement slowing, eyes wide with a desperate need. She’s breathing heavy, her pert chest rising and falling with every pant, but I can see her strength is fading, overwhelmed with the pleasure I’m fucking into her with every thick, deep thrust.

  I roll us again, crushing her beneath me. I pin her wrists up above her head and piston deeper, fuck, so deep. “Or maybe you like it when I take control, hmm, baby girl? When I tell you how wet you are for me, how good it feels when your tight little pussy is clenching at my cock.” Eva’s breath shivers, and her cheeks flood red. “That’s right,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe. “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?”

  She whimpers in answer, rocking up to meet my thrusts.

  I pull out, then slide just the tip back inside. Eva makes a noise of frustration, trying to rise up, and take me in, but I keep her pinned to the mattress, struggling against my grip.

  “Shh, baby. I’m just getting started.”

  I graze my lips lower, taking one perfect pert nipple into my mouth, and suck hard until Eva writhes against me.

  “We’ve got all night, and you better be damn sure I’m going to use every last second.”

  I worship her body, one kiss at a time. The slope of her breast. The smooth stretch of her stomach. Her body’s changed since I explored it last, becoming more womanly and lush. “You’re going to beg for me, beg for just another inch, and when I finally give it to you, when I finally let you come, that’s when you’ll know, you belong to me, baby. You’ll always be mine.”

  Eva moans in frustration, but I don’t let up for a second. She doesn’t realize, how close I am to losing it all. This is the only way I can make it last, give her all the pleasure she deserves until she can’t live without me again.

  I’m playing dirty, but damn, it’s all I’ve got.

  I ease into her again, slowly, filling her up. I can see it in her face, she’s taking every inch, and fuck, the warm, tight clench of her is incredible. She said I was coming home, and that’s what it feels like. Here, in her arms, with nothing between us anymore, I feel the kind of peace I’ve not found the whole world over. A rightness, a belonging. And fuck, it drives me crazy, but underneath the screaming nerve endings and mad, hot lust, there’s something more powerful than just this moment. Beyond physical, to where it touches my soul. This girl, this place.

  Right here.

  I move inside her again, and Eva rises to me, her eyes falling shut as the sensation takes us both over. Too much for words, or even thought; just the hot, craving pulse of our bodies. Deeper. Slower. Every tiny point of friction and contact between us ricochets, a kaleidoscope surging, so bright it could blind me right here where I lay.

  I steal another kiss, and she moans into my mouth, clutching my s
houlders so hard I feel the bite of her nails in my skin. The animal in me takes over. I slam into her, hard.

  Eva cries out. “Finn!”

  My name on her lips is all I want in the world, her screaming for me for the rest of our lives. I thrust again, harder, and feel her body shudder and moan. She arches up, gripping me tight, thrusting to meet my every stroke. Fuck, it’s a miracle how much she wants me too. Taking from me without question, demanding everything my cock can give and more.

  And damn, I’m going to give it to her.

  I flip her over, facedown in the sheets, then pull her hips back to meet mine. This time, when I thrust into her, Eva’s whole body shudders in response.

  “Oh God,” she whimpers into a pillow.

  “I know, baby.” I fist her hair, arching her body back to me like a bow, taut and ready for impact. “There’s a reason they fuck like this in the wild. It goes deeper, all the fucking way.”

  I would play it nice, I would whisper sweet things, but I know now that Eva loves it like this. Dirty. Raw. So I fuck her hard from behind, reaching to cup those sweet breasts and squeeze her nipples, the angle here even better than the last. She’s gasping, writhing, convulsing on my cock, but I don’t let up for a second. I make her take it deep and hard, and she loves every second of it.

  “Yes!” her voice takes on a new, desperate pitch. “There, fuck, don’t stop!”

  She grinds back against me, wanting every last inch. Fuck. This girl is a goddamn miracle, sweetness and pure sex bound up in one perfect package. I bury myself in her, relentless now. She’s close, she’s on the edge, and I am, too. So goddamn ready to explode. But I made a promise, and she needs to know I keep my promises now.

  “Tell me what you need,” I order harshly, tugging on her hair.

  Eva moans, “You, Finn.”

  “Beg for it.” I thrust into her again. “Beg for my cock.”

  “Please,” she gasps, grinding back. “Please Finn.”

  “What?” I demand, leaning to cover her body with my own. I fuck her into the mattress again, gripping her hips tightly and slamming into that sweet, wet warmth. “I want to hear it.”