by Daisy Allen
Hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties he slid them down my legs and over my ankles.
Pushing them back to bend at the knees he spread them wide open and before I could prepare myself for what he was doing, he lowered his mouth onto my waiting core and flicked my clit with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck, Finn!” I couldn’t help screaming out.
I heard him chuckle softly as he continued to play my clit with his mouth, drawing soft moans from me like an instrument. His hands ran up and down my inner thighs as he tickled the sides of my clit with the tip of his tongue, then circled it round and round, getting close and closer until I almost begged him for release. Then he wrapped his lips around my entire clit and sucked hard, bringing me to the very brink, before pulling off again.
I writhed with pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it.
“I told you you’d regret not letting me fuck you. Just think how good it could’ve been,” he growled into my hip as his finger came up to slide between the folds of my pussy.
My heart squeezed at the reminder of our encounter 15 years ago, but I couldn’t get up and leave now, not when all I wanted was for him to make me come.
“I loathe you,” I forced myself to spit out, biting back a moan as his finger pressed gently against my throbbing sex.
“You want me to leave?” He asked, even as he slid his finger in to the first knuckle inside me.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I moaned writhing against him.
He slid up my body, kissing every inch of skin along the way, before dragging his tongue along my neck and up to my mouth.
“I want to watch you come for me, from me touching you.” He whispered, as I felt his finger move away from my pussy and up to clit.
“Then make me come, Finn. Earn it.” I hissed back at him, my eyes clouding with my inevitable orgasm. He made me feel so sexy, so confident.
“How about you beg instead?” He challenged me.
He slid back down and held my legs apart, holding me down, blowing gently on my clit, he leant down and barely touched it with the very tip of his tongue. It was so gentle, but sent a vibration of pleasure through my body.
“Oh, god...do it again...” I moaned.
“Not until you beg.” His voice was muffled as he dragged his tongue along my inner thigh.
“No.”
“Then no orgasm for you.” He flicked the folds of my pussy with his tongue, making me thrash my legs, trying to position for his tongue to run hard over my throbbing nub.
He chuckled and just pulled back.
My fingers came up to flick my nipples, needing more stimulation, and I could feel his eyes watching, darkening at the sight.
“Fuck, Kara...you are so sexy.”
I pulled one hand away from my breasts and reached between my legs. I needed to come, and if he wasn’t going to help me, then I would do it myself. My fingertips fluttered over my wet pussy lips and grazed over my aching clit.
“Ohhh,” I sighed, I was close, being with Finn made everything more sensitive, more exciting.
“Ok, you win. I can’t take it, I need to feel you come, Kara.” He pushed my hands away and in one movement slid a finger deep inside me as his lips clasped around my hard, throbbing clit.
“Fuck, Finn!” I screamed, overwhelmed by the sensations spreading through my body.
“Yes, say my name, baby...I’ve waited for this for so long.” He murmured against my clit, the vibrations sending me crazy.
His finger crooked up inside me, grazing against the walls of my sex as he pressed his tongue flat against my clit, rubbing it over and over and over until...
“Oh fuck! I’m coming, Finn. Oh god, Don’t stop!” The dam of orgasm hung for a second, as if in slow motion, then crashed over me, I closed my eyes, feeling wave after wave of intense pleasure wash over every inch of my body.
I could feel Finn’s finger still inside me, coaxing more out of me, his tongue flicking hard around my clit then over it, teasing it into another orgasm. I clutched at the sheets, my body trembling as another orgasm threatened to explode through my body.
Suddenly, I felt Finn pull away from me, I whimpered, already addicted to his touch.
He knelt between my legs, nudging them even further apart, looking down at me.
“Play with your nipples, Kara. I love watching you touch yourself.” He growled as his hand moved down to his crotch. I bit my lip as my nipple grew hard again between my fingers as I watched him pull his briefs down over his hardness, and free his cock. It was rock hard already, thick and long. I wanted him so much, my body was shaking in anticipation. My eyes widened as he wrapped his fist around it, pulling it, stroking it, as he watched me. I’d never had a more erotic moment in my life.
He leant over me, and whispered into my ear, dark and low, “I’ve waited so long for this, Kara, I want to completely feel you around me, Kara, bare, is that ok? I’m safe.”
I nodded and he dropped his mouth down onto mine hard as I felt him press his cock at the opening of my sex, and slide his manhood all the way inside me.
“Finn!” my nails clutched at his back as he stretched me open and I felt a growl vibrate through his body.
“Fuck, Kara. Fuck me. Give me everything you have.” He groaned as he started to move inside me. He buried his face in my hair as I felt his hips rock back and forth, his cock pushing and pulling in and out of me. I ran my nails down his back, trying to keep control of my orgasm, wanting to savor the feeling of him inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him in deeper. He grunted as I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my hips.
I was completely lost in the act of fucking him. Every inhibition, every niggling doubt, every fear was gone as I felt him hold himself up by his arms, looking down at me as he started to drive his cock faster and faster into me. Our eyes locked as we watched the orgasm build in each of us. We were going to do this together.
“I’m close, Kara. God, I’m so close to coming inside you. You are driving me crazy.” He panted as he drove himself into me deeper and deeper.
“I’m ready, Finn. Come with me, come with me, come inside me.” I moaned throwing my head back as his cock grazed my clit and I could feel the tendrils of orgasm wrapping itself around me threatening to detonate.
“Oh sweet, sexy Kara, I’m coming, give me everything!” I felt him plunge into me one last time, and hold himself there as his whole body stiffened on top of me just as my orgasm exploded through my body. My body arched and pressed against his as he started to jerk and tremble as he grunted his orgasm and emptied himself inside me.
“Finn, Finn, Finn...” I moaned as my body thrashed, unable to contain to the pleasure of coming.
“Shhhh, baby, shhhh...” Finn whispered gathering me into his arms and holding me tight as I struggled for breath, his cock still inside me.
He brushed the hair from my eyes, and leant down to softly kiss my bruised lips.
I closed my eyes, treasuring the memory of the aftermath of our first time together. First time, and maybe last. I didn’t want to think about that now, what it all meant, just that, in his arms, I felt things I’d never even imagined possible.
I felt his body grow heavy as he collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, for a moment, claiming him as mine.
The rhythm of our breaths grew slow and steady, and we laid there, for minutes or hours, I don’t know. We laid there until the sweat dried and the moon was rising high in the night sky.
And then I fell asleep. Content.
Chapter Thirteen
His lips on mine woke me up in the morning. I could make out the scent of coconut in the air from the Furze blossoms already, and the quiet of the Irish countryside was almost deafening compared to the white noise chaos of the early morning streets of Manhattan.
“Hmmm, good morning, sleepyhead,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me gently again.
I smiled at him, he was already showere
d and dressed. I’d fallen into such a deep sleep, I didn’t remember anything after falling asleep in his arms.
“Good morning,” I answered shyly, unsure of where we were going to go from here.
“I thought you might want some coffee before we drove back to the airport. For our flight.”
The airport, our flight. Back to the real world.
He handed me a small porcelain cup on a saucer, the smell of the coffee deep and strong. Just what I needed to wake me up.
Finn watched me as I took a tentative sip, testing the temperature. It was delicious, I really did want to take Doris home with me.
“Um, I’ll get up and get dressed and we can go.” Last night was so perfect I didn’t want to ruin it with talking, and I wasn’t going to be the one who brought it up first.
“Kara.” Maybe I wouldn’t have to.
“It’s ok, Finn.”
“Argh,” he clutched at his hair and glared at me. “Would you just let me talk for once?!”
I went back to my coffee.
“Last night was...insane. You drive me insane, Kara.”
“Um, tha-anks, I guess?”
“Shush! If I could hide away here forever with you, in this bed in this hotel, I would. If there was a possibility we could live our lives that way, I would. Do you get that?”
I didn’t. I didn’t think that I could live a life just as his sex toy. Well, I mean I could...but, I’d want more. So I just kept quiet.
“But I can’t do that. I have a life that needs more of me than just satisfying your every sexual need.” He winked, trying to break the ice.
“Finn, I said it’s ok. We don’t need to have this conversation. I’m not 17 anymore. We had an itch, and we scratched it. And now we can go back to what we came here for.”
“No...that’s not...argh! You’re so infuriating! Have you always been this way?”
“Probably?” I shrugged nonchalantly, even though the bottom of my stomach was free falling. I didn’t know what I expected after last night, but now the thought of not being with him was making me sick.
“I don’t want you to think...that last night wasn’t special to me, but after this trip, there are things I need to take care of, I didn’t expect this to happen between us. Not now. ”
Then when? I wondered to myself. In what universe could he have expected that our paths would’ve crossed and we’d be sitting here the morning after the best sex of my life, trying to figure out what our relationship would be?
“So...” I didn’t know what the end of the sentence should be.
“Kara, after what happened last time, the last thing I want is for you to think that this was ...that you’re not special to me. You know you are, I know you know. But there are ...some things I need to take care of. And I can’t commit to anything more than this week with you. But I want at least that. You understand?”
No.
“Yes.” I shrugged, trying to sound like it all didn’t matter, “we let things get out of hand last night, and it’s as much my fault as it was yours.
Don’t worry about it, Finn. You didn’t make me any promises.” I put the empty cup by the bed and pulled the sheet around me as I got out of bed. “Just let me take a quick shower and we can be on our way.” I headed towards the bathroom, feeling his eyes on me. I turned back and forced a smile on my face, “no hard feelings, Finn. Not this time,” and I went to cry over Finn O’Reilly one more time.
***
Paris was chaos compared to Dublin.
The flight over was short and uneventful enough, not that I noticed much other than the awkward silence between Finn and me. I buried myself in work and Finn, who’d insisted on sitting next to me, sat back with his eyes closed.
Using our express passes, we were processed quickly through immigration and soon we were collecting our bags and ready to go.
“Um, I booked Larry and I to stay at the Radisson Blu off Champs- Élysées, is that ok with you, or...do you want me to book you into somewhere else? Or do you have...?”
“Is this your first time here, Kara?” He asked abruptly.
“Yes. I told you, I’ve never been anywhere.” I was prickly from embarrassment at my uncultured history.
“Then why don’t you let ME take care of this part of the trip.” He offered.
“Finn.”
“Have you thought more about what I said back at the hotel?”
“Yes. But...I don’t have an answer for you, yet.” I admitted. “I’m sorry, I just...I just don’t know, Finn.”
“Shhh, ok, forget that for now. Think about this, we used to be friends, didn’t we? Before I fucked everything up? Before last night? Back when everything was simple and sweet? We were friends, weren’t we?”
“Yes.”
“And I don’t have a lot of close friends, it must be my scintillating charm.” He winked at me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I definitely don’t have a lot of friends I talk to about Dad, and even less who knew who he was, the man he was, I need us to be friends, Kara. I need you to remind me about him.”
“Ok. But…” But friends with benefits? When had that ever worked out best for both parties?
“No buts! So, as friends, let me do this. Let me show you what Paris really is, and if you don’t like it, we can put you back up at the Radisson. Deal? Come on, Kara! Live a little!”
I remembered the dull lifeless reflection I’d seen of me in his eyes. To hell to everything, my brain yelled, urging me on.
“Deal. But! Business first.”
“Yeah yeah, Mom. When’s our first meeting?”
“This afternoon.” I reminded him.
“Plenty of time!” He held out his arm. “You ready?”
I took a deep breath, “I’m ready.”
I’d been ready my whole life.
Chapter Fourteen
I could tell you that I didn’t fall in love with Paris and, by extension, Finn, (or maybe it was the other way around), but it would be the biggest lie I’d tell in my life.
From the moment I stepped out of the car and onto the Avenue de Georges V, in front of the Four Seasons hotel, I was like a teenager in love, or a kid in a candy shop, or any other cliché you can think of to describe complete and utter adoration.
Swept up in a world that was only of my most hidden desires, I fell head first into the most decadent week of my life.
Finn, it turned out, was practically a local. A well-known local. A well-loved local.
“Mr. O’Reilly!” The hotel manager came down to greet him as soon as we’d made it to the reception desk. “How long will you be staying this time?”
“A week, José, and it is Ms Sinclair’s first time here.”
“Ah, first time at the Four Seasons, madam? We will try to make your stay as perfect as it can be.”
“No, it’s my first time to Paris.” I answered shyly, intimidated by this luxurious world and the elegant people in it.
“Mais non! Where have you been all this time?” Jose teased me, making me feel 8 years old, hiding behind Finn.
“My usual room, please, and the adjoining one if possible. If not, then any two connecting rooms is fine.”
“No, you stay in…” I started, not wanting to put him out.
He hushed me with a look and a wink. “I need to be close by, I can’t let you go running amuck here, who knows what trouble you’d get up to.”
My body shivered when he said the word ‘close’, was I ever going to be numb to his proximity?
He took the keys and led me to the elevators, his hand pressing firm but gently on the small of my back. Every time he was close, every time a part of his body touched mine, I wanted to moan from the hot burning need that boiled just under the surface. One night with Finn had made me crave him like nothing before. I cleared my throat and tried to move away, finding respite from the heat of his body, focusing on the stunning hotel.
I had been to beautiful homes and hotels with Larry, the benefit of travelling wit
h a company VP, but he was often frugal when it came to expensing our travel and stayed in comfortable but modest places if it was on the company dime. There had been nothing like the Four Seasons. Ever. And I wondered if it was possible to just die of happiness here.
***
If my eyes could orgasm, they would’ve shivered in their sockets when Finn led me into the living room joining our suites. It was wall to ceiling luxury, the carpet looked like it should be hanging in the Louvre, the pastel blue palette carried through from the furniture to the wall hangings. Finn came in behind me, chuckling as he tucked his hand under my chin, closing my mouth.
“Careful, they have flies here too.”
“No, Finn I don’t think they do. But if they are, can I come back as one in my next life time? Sheesh, talk about the fancy fly life.”
He threw his had back and laughed. I couldn’t help but smile, I had a lot of memories of him growing up, mostly of me just sitting back and adoring him from afar, but not many of them were of him laughing. I dared to hope that being with me now had some part of it.
I playfully pushed his hand away, regretting it immediately, the skin where he had touched tingled with yearning.
The door bell rang and saved me from doing something stupid.
“Entrez,” he called out, walking towards the door.
“Bonjour, Monsieur O’Reilly, how would like me to arrange the bags?” The bellman asked, and I disappeared into my bedroom.
I giggled out of sheer joy on seeing the king size bed with the jacquard bed linens, framed by hanging curtains on the wall. I could hear Finn in the other room and I took the risk of being seen and ran up to the bed flopping down on it and feeling myself sink deep into its comfortable, delicious, cloudy folds.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Like it?” Finn spoke from the foot of the bed.
“I can’t hear you. I’m busy turning into a Parisian socialite turning her nose up at everything.” I adopted a fake French accent, “and zhou, zhou eez joost a poor peazant. Not
wurzee of speeking to me.” I waved my hand as if dismissing him. “Ooof!”
