Could Be Forever: (Finn and Juliet) (A Back to Jetty Beach Romance Book 1)

by Claire Kingsley

  I trace my fingers along the lines of his tattoo. “This is gorgeous.”

  “You’re gorgeous.” He reaches around to unhook my bra and I let it slide off my arms. His hands brush the tops of my breasts and my nipples instantly harden. “Get on the bed.”

  Please keep telling me what to do. I step out of my heels and get on the bed. I lie on my back, but prop myself up onto my elbows.

  Finn’s eyes never leave my face as he unfastens his belt. I watch, fascinated. He walks toward me while he unbuttons his pants and slowly lowers the zipper. I lick my lips, the anticipation making me crazy. He pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing his thick erection. I swallow hard.

  Oh my god, I’m really doing this.

  He climbs onto the bed and gets on his knees in front of me. “Lie back, baby.” His voice is low. “Tonight is all about you.”

  I’m not sure I know what he means by that, but I lower myself down. He starts kissing his way up my thigh and I tense up. It’s been a long time since I had a man’s mouth anywhere near my lady parts. Finn gently pushes my legs open, his lips leaving a hot trail as he makes his way to my center.

  “Holy shit, Finn, are you serious?”

  His teeth graze along the outside of my panties, making me shiver. “Relax, Juliet.” He pulls my panties off and slides them down my legs.

  “I’m trying,” I say. “But are you about to do what I think you’re about to do?”

  He settles in with my legs draped over his shoulders and slides his tongue up my center.

  “Oh my god, you really are.”

  Finn laughs, his voice low and throaty. “Just relax and show me what feels good.” He explores with his tongue, gentle at first, like he’s testing me. He presses the velvety flat surface against my clit and the pressure alone has my eyes rolling back in my head. He does it a few more times, sliding his tongue up and down.

  “You have got to be kidding me,” I say between breaths.

  “Fuck, Juliet, you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.” He slides his tongue to my clit. “I could eat your pussy all goddamn night.”

  I’m almost afraid to, but I lift my head and watch. His head between my legs is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. He responds to my every movement, caressing me with his tongue in a way that has me going crazy.

  He plunges his tongue into my pussy and my head falls back onto his pillow. “Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.”

  He keeps sliding his tongue in and out, pressing it high against the top of my opening with every thrust. He clamps his mouth on me harder and groans while he licks and sucks. The vibration of his voice reverberates through me. I’ve never felt anything like it. My back arches of its own accord and I grip the sheets.

  “That’s… yes… oh god… yes… right there…”

  I can barely form a coherent thought. His tongue ravages me. I writhe and whimper and moan, my pussy getting so hot I gasp. He slides two fingers inside me, his tongue never letting up. My legs drop wide open and I put my hands in his hair. He growls into me, like he’s enjoying this as much as I am. I move my hips, getting lost in the feel of his mouth on me.

  “Finn, wait, you’re going to make me come too fast and you haven’t—”

  Finn doesn’t let up and I abandon control entirely, my inhibitions gone. My toes curl—literally curl—and I call out, over and over. My muscles clench and the pulses of my orgasm roll through me, one on top of another. His tongue pushes harder and my climax peaks. I lean my head back, abandoning all thoughts of how much noise I’m making. I’m lost, breathless.

  I finally come down off the high, and Finn kisses my thighs, his hands still grabbing my ass.

  “Oh my god,” I say between breaths. “How did you do that?”

  He wipes his chin with his hand and kisses my thigh again. “I told you, tonight is all about you.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “What are you sorry for?” he asks.

  “I just had an orgasm, and you haven’t even gotten started.”

  He laughs and climbs on top of me, settling with his cock just outside my opening. I love the feel of his weight on me. “Do you think you need to ration your orgasms?”

  “I just figured you’d enjoy it more if I hadn’t yet. I probably can’t do that again.”

  He raises his eyebrows and shifts his hips so his cock nudges against me. That does feel awfully good.

  “You think we’re finished with one?” he asks. “Oh, no, sprinkles. I’m just getting started.”

  “Who are you and where have you been all my life?”

  He smiles again. “I’m Finn O’Connor, and I’ve just made it my mission to see how many times I can make you come.”

  Oh, my dear lord.

  He shifts to his knees and reaches for his nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms, then sits back on his heels, his very thick cock pointing upward. He takes out a condom and rolls it down. It’s hot as hell watching him touch himself.

  “Come here, beautiful.” He climbs on top of me and puts his cock right at my opening. “Do you want me inside you?”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “I want you too.” He slides in, slowly, inch by inch. And the inches keep coming. He’s thick and he fills me up unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

  His eyes drift closed and a smile crosses his face. “Holy shit, Juliet. You feel so fucking good.”

  “So do you.”

  He puts one hand through my hair—god, I love how he does that—and kisses me, his tongue moving languidly against mine. He thrusts in and out like he’s savoring a good meal, taking his time. Warmth spreads through my body and I feel myself come alive again. Never in my life have I had two orgasms in a row, but tension builds deep inside. His every move brings me closer, like he’s leading me down a path to ecstasy.

  He slides his hand down to my breast and takes my nipple in his mouth. He’s gentle at first, his tongue caressing me. He sucks harder and I gasp as a jolt of sensation races through my body.

  Intensity builds, and he moves faster, plunging in and out. He shifts his hips, pushing in deeper, and I moan, my eyes drifting closed.

  “Do you like that, beautiful?”

  “Yes, yes, right there.” I clutch at his back, digging in my fingers. “Harder.”

  “Juliet, your pussy is so hot. I’m going to make you come again.”

  Oh god, his accent is getting stronger. Could he be any sexier?

  He thrusts harder, his cock driving deep. I’m totally swept away, drowning in the feel of him inside me. I put my hands through his hair and he leans his forehead to mine. His eyes are intense, and there’s something about the way he looks at me while he’s fucking me. I feel so close to him.

  “Come for me, baby,” he says.

  “Are you going to?”

  “I could come right now,” he says. “But tell me what feels good. This is for you.”

  He almost brings tears to my eyes. No one has ever treated me this way in bed before. He’s taking his time, finding what I like. He ravaged me once with his mouth, and instead of jumping in to take his turn, he’s leading me along, getting me closer with every movement.

  “Faster.”

  He grabs my hip and thrusts faster, moving against me like he knows my body. My pussy clenches and he groans.

  “Oh, I feel you. Come, baby. Come on my cock. I can’t hold back much longer.”

  “Don’t hold back,” I say, my voice tinged with urgency. “Don’t stop.”

  He thrusts faster, his muscles flexing on top of me. I’m still not sure I can come a second time, but he moans, his hips driving into me. His cock thickens even more, if such a thing is possible. There’s something so raw and primal about the way he moves, the sound of his voice. His cock throbs and he buries himself deep, growling into my ear.

  Fuck, he’s so deep and so hard and his cock pulsing like that is so good—

  I’m done for. My pussy throbs, waves of sensation r
olling through me. I call out, no idea what I’m saying. This orgasm is even stronger than the first one, and his cock continues to pulse inside me. He pushes in deep, giving me pressure in just the right place. I dig my fingers into his back, closing my eyes as I enjoy the climax.

  I try to catch my breath as he rolls off me and deals with the condom. I’m overcome. He slides back into the bed next to me and gathers me in his arms, kissing my forehead.

  “There’s a bathroom through that door if you want to clean up,” he says.

  “I’m okay for now,” I say, and he draws me in closer.

  “Juliet, that was amazing.” He kisses my forehead again. “You’re… fuck, I don’t even have the words.”

  I laugh. “You had plenty to say a minute ago.”

  “I’m sorry, was that too much?”

  “No,” I say. “I loved it. I loved everything.”

  “Me too. Happy birthday, sprinkles.”

  “Thanks,” I say. “And Finn?”

  “Yeah?”

  “My wish came true.”

  11

  Finn

  Best. Day. Ever.

  I don’t know what I did to have a woman like this drop in my lap, but Juliet is amazing. She lies in my arms, her warm body cradled against me. I’m still a little sex-dazed, so I caress her skin and enjoy having her scent in my nose. She felt incredible. I loved being inside her. In fact, my dick twitches to life again, just thinking about it.

  My wish came true.

  Fuck yeah, it did. I admit, I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself. If I could have planned this day in advance, and listed all the things that would make it perfect, I don’t think I could have done it better. Of course, I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m a fly by the seat of my pants kind of guy. I had no idea when I got up this morning that I’d end the day with a beautiful woman in my bed. But I’m certainly not complaining.

  “How you doing, birthday girl?”

  “Mm,” she says. I love that contented little moan. “I’m good. So relaxed. Is it still my birthday?”

  I glance at the clock by my bed. “For a little longer. So, did I convince you that birthdays aren’t so bad?”

  “If it was like today, I’d have a birthday every day,” she says.

  “Then my work here is done.”

  She props her head up on her hand and smiles. “Done? Are you kicking me out?”

  “Hardly,” I say. “I’m just getting started.”

  Her lips part, like she’s surprised. “Getting started?”

  “You said you don’t have a curfew. I figure that means I get you all night.” I pick my head up and kiss her mouth.

  “I should probably text Becca and Madison to check in,” she says.

  “That’s fine.” I brush the hair back from her face. “How about I get you a drink?”

  “That sounds nice.”

  We both get up and Juliet puts her panties back on. I grab a button-down flannel out of my closet and hold it out for her. She slips her arms through the sleeves and I button it for her, leaving the top buttons undone.

  “Thanks,” she says. “This is comfortable.”

  I throw on some underwear and a t-shirt and we head downstairs. She gets her purse and brings it to the couch while I go into the kitchen and mix us each a gin and tonic. Some people think it’s a cliché drink—something stuffy guys in suits order. But a well-made gin and tonic is smooth and relaxing. It’s a fantastic post-sex drink.

  I sit down next to her and hand her the glass. I like how she looks in my shirt, her bare legs tucked up on the couch. And I like knowing I’m the reason she’s half naked.

  She takes a sip. “This is really good. How do you do that?”

  “How do I do what?”

  “You didn’t ask me what I want, but this tastes perfect,” she says. “You did the same thing at the pub last night.”

  I shrug. “I guess I have a knack for knowing what people want to drink. So, how are your friends?”

  She glances at her phone on the arm of the couch. “They’re fine. Gloating.”

  “About what?”

  Her face flushes a little. “They sort of called it. You know. This.” She points her finger back and forth between us.

  I laugh. “Well, I didn’t expect it.”

  She looks at me over the rim of her glass. “Were you thinking about it though?”

  “All day long.”

  “You were not,” she says.

  “Are you kidding?” I scoot closer to her. “The more time we spent together, the dirtier my fantasies got. What about you?”

  “Was I thinking about sleeping with you?” She nibbles on her bottom lip. “Yeah, I was thinking about it. I stopped counting at one hundred thirty-six.”

  I laugh. “You were counting the number of times you thought about sex?”

  “I count things. I can’t help it.”

  “You’re adorable.” I lean in and kiss her. I mean for it to be a sweet kiss, but as soon as our lips touch, I’m on fire for her. I take her drink and put it on the coffee table. I pull her close and kiss her again, tasting the gin and hint of lime on her lips.

  Why did I bother getting dressed again? I’m so hard my cock is practically pushing out of my underwear and Juliet lifts my shirt over my head. I pull her into my lap and slide my hands around to grab her ass. She rubs against me as I kiss her mouth and tangle my fingers through her hair.

  “Again?” she asks, rubbing against my hard-on.

  “Is this a surprise?”

  “Yes,” she says with a laugh. “Yes, it is.”

  “I can’t help it with you,” I say. “I can’t get enough.”

  I unbutton the shirt, revealing her round breasts. I slide my thumbs over her erect nipples and she groans, tilting her head back. I take one in my mouth while she grinds harder against my cock. Her skin is silky smooth and the hard nub of her nipple feels good against my tongue. I suck a little harder and she gasps.

  “Holy shit, Finn, I need you inside me,” she says.

  I cup the other breast and run my tongue around her nipple. I love making her so frantic. She rocks her hips, rubbing her pussy against my dick. I can feel her heat even through our underwear.

  She lifts herself up and pulls out my cock. I look down and watch her hands as she strokes the shaft and swirls her thumb over the tip.

  Fuck. My condoms are upstairs.

  She keeps stroking and the sight of her legs straddled across my lap and her hand on my cock is fucking brilliant. I want to ram myself into her right this second, but I know I can’t.

  “Juliet, I want to be inside you so bad, but I need to get a condom.”

  “Wait, I think I have some.” She leans over and digs through her purse, pulling out a condom.

  “Wow, you are very prepared,” I say.

  She laughs. “Madison put them in there.”

  “You’ll have to thank her for me.”

  Instead of handing it to me, Juliet rips it open and rolls the condom down over my erection. I’ve never had someone do that for me before, and it’s sort of fascinating to watch.

  My heart feels like it’s going to beat a hole through my chest and I’m aching with the need to feel her pussy again. I push her panties to the side and position my cock right at her opening. She settles on top of me and slides herself down.

  God, she feels so good. I run my hands up her thighs, to her hips, up her waist, and feel her breasts. She’s incredible. She moves her hips back and forth and I slide in deeper. She moans, her eyes fluttering closed. I want her to keep making that sound.

  Her thighs squeeze and she rides my cock, up and down. She puts her arms around my neck and I grab her ass. This view is unbelievable—shirt open, her breasts in my face, her back arched.

  “You feel so good, Juliet, I could fuck you all night.”

  “Don’t even think about stopping.”

  I control her rhythm with my hands on her hips. She tries to move faster, but I hold her bac
k. I want to make this last.

  I put my hands through her hair—she seems to like it when I do—and bring her mouth to mine. She tastes so sweet, I want to devour every bit of her. The pressure builds and she picks up the pace. I can’t stop her now. She grinds against me, rocking her hips back and forth.

  “Oh god yes, right there,” she says.

  “Your pussy is so hot,” I say. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come again.”

  “Holy shit.”

  She throws her head back and her pussy tightens, pulsing around my cock. Fuck, that feels so good. I don’t hold back, and her orgasm triggers mine. It barrels into me, and the pulses surge through my body.

  Juliet slumps against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, breathing her in. She smells faintly of jasmine.

  After a few minutes, we both get up. She goes into the bathroom and I deal with the condom and put my clothes back on. Man, I’m on fire tonight. Something about Juliet is bringing out the best in me.

  She comes out and settles in on the couch with me. I wrap my arm around her and she rests her head on my chest.

  “How do you feel?” I ask.

  “Amazing,” she says. “I’ve never had three orgasms in one night. I don’t think I’ve ever had three in a week.”

  I look down at her. “You’re joking, right?”

  “Not at all. I’m sorry, I know the last thing you want me to talk about is him. But I spent the last couple of years with a guy who had a routine. Same thing, every time.”

  I draw in my eyebrows. “I don’t even know what that means.”

  She shrugs. “He liked what he liked, and he wasn’t interested in deviating from that. Even when I offered. It worked for him, so I guess he didn’t worry too much about whether or not it worked for me.”

  “The more you talk about him, the worse it gets,” I say. “I take it back about you not deserving my shitty day special. You deserve at least five.”

  She laughs. “That thing you did upstairs… at first? I can’t remember the last time someone did that for me. And you just went for it, right out of the gate.”

  “Wait, you dated someone for two years and he didn’t go down on you?” She can’t be serious.