by Dee Ellis
“Gigi, off,” I yanked at her leggings, my voice barely a growl, “now.” Gigi shuddered against me as I shoved them off her hips.
“Finn...I need to feel you again. Please.” I kissed her plea from her mouth and pressed between her legs.
“I love it when you beg, Sweet Girl. Spread your legs. Good girl.” I dropped to my knees in front of her. Her pussy was soaked and swollen, and I couldn’t wait to taste her again.
“Finn...I need...please baby.” I hiked her long legs over my shoulders, shoving my own sweats down.
“Tell me. Tell me you want me to taste this sweet pussy.” I stroked my cock as I watched her tremble; both from the cold and my command.
“Please. I need your mouth to make me come again. Taste me, please.” I leaned forward, still stroking, and licked her sweetness from bottom to top.
Just one swipe and her legs were trembling at my shoulders. Peering up at her in the dim light, the blinking lights lighting her from behind, I was breath taken. She was so fucking beautiful. Watching her, I licked her again, suckling hard at her hard clit, her hips bucking.
Gigi’s fingers laced in my hair, yanking at it hard as I began to devour her. Sucking, nipping, licking, swirling my tongue, I savored the taste of her in my mouth again. My teeth closed around her clit and tugged, and she had to cover her mouth for fear they’d hear her scream below us.
“Be quiet, Sweetheart. Those sounds are just for me, Gigi. God damn, you taste so good. Should I let you come in my mouth?” Gigi whimpered, hands fisting my hair as she bit at her lip.
“Yes. Yes. Please...please make me come on your tongue, Finn.” Circling her clit with my tongue, nipping when she rocked her hips, I sunk two fingers inside her.
“Jesus. So wet. Such a greedy little pussy. Fucking love it.” My fingers curled up just right and I sucked hard at her clit, and I knew she was close.
“Oh God...please, baby.” I smirked, and even though I wanted to feel her come on my tongue, I stopped.
“Turn around,” I ordered as I stood, pumping my cock a few times as my sweats fell to my feet, “Bring that ass back here.” I swatted her ass. Hard. I did it again until her cheek turned pink, her whimpers filling the air.
“Please. Please, Finn.” Gigi glanced back at me, hands gripping the railing as she begged me to let her come.
“Spread your legs,” I kicked her knees open and again fell to worship her, “Show me that pussy again. Open up for me.” Gigi moaned and obeyed, popping her ass up in the air and exposing her soaked pussy to me.
Once again, I suckled at her, licking slow and lazy strokes over her swollen pussy. At the same time, I pumped two fingers into her, my thumb sinking into her puckered pink rosebud. Gigi lost it when I played with her there.
My woman was dirty when I got my hands on her. Working my fingers at a steady pace, I sucked and licked at her, careless of the crude sounds. Beneath us, I could hear them laughing and talking. We didn’t have much time, but I didn’t care.
“So sweet, Gigi. Now you can come. Let me taste you. Come on my tongue, Sweetheart.” Gigi was writhing above me as her orgasm overtook her.
Her hands clenched at the balcony and her thighs quivered as I suckled at her sweet honey taste. Before it was over, I was guiding my cock between her legs. Yanking hard at her long hair, I angled her neck so I could take her mouth.
I didn’t slam into her, even though everything in me begged to feel her again. I watched her in the darkness, waiting for permission. This was totally new for us both. Gigi whimpered and shoved back, watching me with hooded eyes as she nodded.
“Yes. Please. Fuck me. Please, Finn. Make me come again.” Then I thrust forward and sunk deep inside her.
“Oh fuck. Gigi. God damn. You feel fucking amazing. Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.” I knew I wouldn’t last long and she was already cresting another orgasm.
Slow and deep, I thrust into her, my hand wound tight around her hair, the other gripping her hip. Gigi never looked away, her forehead against mine, both of us sharing the same air. She felt like the sweetest heaven, better than I deserved. It was intense and more intimate than anything I had ever felt.
Didn’t matter that we were outside, with our friends and family below us. For those moments, it was just us. Connected and feeling the same thing. Soon enough, I felt my orgasm chasing up my back, burning through my limbs, and I couldn’t hold out.
“Fuck...you’re so fucking beautiful. God damn, Sweetheart.” Gigi nodded as she murmured my name over and over. I lost it, pounding into her hard and fast, grunting my release into her mouth.
“Oh, Finn! Yes. God yes. Jesus, baby.” Her hand yanked at my hair and forced my heavy eyes to focus on hers.
For several moments, we stood there, still joined, both of us rocking a little. There was so much going on in her beautiful, colorful eyes. I wanted to tell her so much. That I missed her, missed moments like this. That I needed her more than she could know. That I fucking loved her.
I opened my mouth, but she shook her head, pressing her finger to my lips. I nodded, realizing it wasn’t the right time. I could wait however long she wanted. Cupping my face in her tiny hands, she ran her fingers through my beard.
“Let me go first. I know we don’t need to hide,” She smoothed her lips over mine, over my nose, over the frown I was wearing, “I just want this for us, Finn. Kiss me.” I obeyed without hesitation, taking her mouth once again.
The kiss was unhurried and full of so many promises. That it wasn’t the last. That this was still the same for her. The same as it was for me. When we broke apart, Gigi touched her nose to mine and whispered something. So softly, I almost didn’t hear it.
As she headed from my balcony, her words hit me in the chest. You’re my ten. Well, shit; that hit me right in the places that mattered. I watched her go, hanging back until I could breathe right again.
The night ended up being one I would cherish. There was something about it that felt brand new. How we felt about each other didn’t need to be hidden. Gigi wasn’t mine, not in words, but it felt like she was. Or at least, like she would be.
Sitting there in the cold until the girls decided to take it inside, it felt natural. Charli and Cage; me and Gigi. Felt like it could always be that way. I realized what an idiot I had been for hiding what was really so special between us. Call me a pussy, I don’t give a shit.
I didn’t have a lot of sense about me, but I know a good thing when I see one. What I had with Gigi, it had been good.
It had been real, and I would still have it if I'd had the guts to admit it. I wouldn’t make that mistake again. I had every intention on keeping Gigi once she let me have her again.
That is, if she let me have her again.
6
Although I’m known for my smarts, nose always in a book embracing all things geek, I can play life pretty dumb. I had not been moved in two hours and I was all over Finn. I knew it was next to impossible for me to stay away from him, but good lord. I need to learn some restraint.
Before the night had ended, we had fucked on the balcony. With my new neighbors and Cage and Charli below us. I told Finn I needed to figure things out, myself most importantly. Giving in to my baser needs was not the way to do that.
Didn’t mean I regretted it. I had missed the connection we shared, and to see it was still there, still strong as ever, clarified something for me. I had been so wrong about us. Oh, I had no doubts about what I felt.
I was deeply in love with Finn Cooper. What I’d been wrong about was how much it mattered. How big it felt, and how I thought I could possibly walk away from it. Even if it hurt or got messy. I wanted Finn, and I always would.
At dinner tonight was when I realized it. After the balcony shenanigans. We were sitting with everyone, laughing in the cold like idiots. Why they thought sitting in the freezing cold and grilling made sense, I had no idea. Finn was beside me, laughing with Cage. They were better. That mattered, too.
I felt the we
ight of Finn’s huge hand at my thigh. His fingertips drew circles lazily that burned through my leggings. It wasn’t a sexual touch. Well, Finn’s touch kind of always felt sexual. This time though, it was just a touch to keep him connected to me. Me to him. Our eyes met and I saw it.
I saw us ten years in the future, sitting in the living room of a home I didn’t know yet. Watching a show as we cuddled on the couch. That lazy touch at my thigh and my head at his firm shoulder. I saw us like my parents.
Gazing at each other across the table when we told the story of us. With kids that had his thick blonde hair and my dual colored eyes. I had never thought about a future with Finn. Really, I had never thought about a future without him either. Sitting there and not having to hide or worry someone could see it in my eyes, I did.
The pleasure and completeness that flooded me felt almost as good as the two orgasms he had given me earlier. Three, if you count the quickie finger fuck in the hallway.
“Night guys. Thanks for playing welcoming committee, Stells. Davis, thanks for the delicious sustenance, good man.” I laughed from my perch at the top of the steps.
“Anytime, Gigi. Welcome to the neighborhood!” I could sense Finn behind me, could feel his fingers reaching for me before they touched me.
“Mmm, damn you smell so good. Like you and me together. I fucking love when you smell like I just fucked you.” Finn yanked me backwards as he husked this into my hair.
“Do you, now? How very Tarzan, Finn. Hmm, you smell fucking good though, too. Like smoke and me and cocktails.” Finn’s thick arms wound about my waist as he walked us backwards down the hall.
“I love smelling like you. My bed still smells like you; it kind of drives me crazy.” His words held a tinge of pain, and he gave me a squeeze. I knew I hurt him and I hated it.
“I missed you so fucking much. I don’t know…I don’t know why I shut you out. Why I didn’t scream and fight and…I don’t know, Finn. I don’t know what comes next. I know that…I can’t be near you and not want you. I don’t want you to want anyone else. I don’t even know how to want anyone else but you, baby.” Before I could continue, though I didn’t know where I was going with this, I was slammed against my door.
“We decided to lock shit up. You don’t get to want anyone else. I fucked up, Sweetheart,” Finn was breathing hard; his eyes wild and I knew he was panicked, “I should have shouted that you were mine the second it was true. I didn’t and I’m so fucking sorry. Doesn’t change the truth.” I tried to focus but his hands were shoving beneath my sweater, the roughness lighting my skin with fire.
“Hmm, what truth exactly, Finn?” His massive body pinned me to my door as he held my eyes.
“You. Are. Fucking. Mine. Doesn’t matter if you aren’t ready to let me have you again. Doesn’t matter if someone else wants you.” He touched his forehead to mine as his voice dropped to a growl that had my pussy throbbing. “You’re my woman till you convince me otherwise. Till these gorgeous eyes look at me and I don’t see how bad you want me. How it turns you on that I own you. I do, don’t I, Sweet Girl?” Finn’s hands gave a rough tug of my lacy sports bra, and I gasped. His growl as my tits filled his hands echoed in the hallway.
“Finn…Jesus. I…I…maybe you do. Maybe you don’t.” I wanted to piss him off because I loved a pissed off Finn.
“Oh? Sweetheart,” Finn smirked, and my knees went weak as my pussy flooded, “are you begging for me to prove that I own you? Hmm, I think you are. Take your clothes off.” My eyes shot wide as I peered around the hallway.
Finn stepped backwards, crossing his muscled arms at his wide chest. His chin length golden hair was tousled and his jaw was rough with his beard. God damn, he was beautiful. I had no intentions of taking my clothes off while standing in the hallway. Of course, I wasn’t going to.
Until he stepped back, one large hand dropping to grab his cock through his sweats. Jesus, it was beautiful too, and I wanted to drop to my knees and show him how much I appreciated that. I shook my head and backed away slowly. My eyes watched his hand stroke that huge, beautiful cock through the cotton of his gray sweats. Jesus Christ.
“No. I mean…Finn…I can’t…” Finn backed away slowly, cocking his head at me.
“Yes, you can. Show me what’s mine. Doesn’t matter if you can’t say I’m your man right now,” Still he stroked and a little growl had my nipples aching and hard, “Because we both know I never stopped being your man. Just like you never stopped being my woman. Now. Show me what’s mine. Don’t make me ask again.”
Fuck, I loved when he talked to me like that. We weren’t exactly into kink, but I had kneeled before him and waited for orders a few times. Got me hot to make this huge, beautiful man weak just by letting him control me.
My intentions to keep my sanity, and my clothes, walked right the fuck out on me. Before I could try to snatch them back, I was naked. Standing in the hallway, my clothes on the floor between us, I trembled in the cool air. Finn waited so long to react that I started to feel foolish. Stupid, Gigi.
Letting him prove he owned me when he couldn’t prove the same back. Then, he kind of did. Suddenly, Finn was naked too and fuck if I didn’t care how we got there.
I wanted to reach out and trace my hands over the colorful tattoos marking his chest. Spreading over his shoulders and arms. I didn’t. I didn’t move and wasn’t sure I was breathing.
“Gigi, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re fucking mine. Get on your knees. Good girl.” The wood floors were cold and hard but I barely noticed. “Open that sexy mouth. God damn, I missed this. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me, Sweetheart.” I thought I knew what was coming; in moments, it would be Finn, down my throat after he slid his cock into my mouth.
Instead, as I watched, he wrapped one hand around his gorgeous cock. Pumping it slowly, he dropped his other hand to trace over me. Down my neck, thumb tracing my open mouth. Fingertips yanking at my long ponytail. I whimpered when he dropped lower to cup and caress my breast. Tweaking and rolling my nipple before moving to the other.
The entire time, we never looked away from each other. Even as his hand pumped his cock and he let out noises that had desire dripping between my legs. Finn moved closer, pressing the tip to my mouth, and I started to close my mouth around him. Wanting to taste him, feel his thickness in my mouth.
“No, no. Punishment doesn’t mean you get what you want, Sweet Girl. Fuck, I love your mouth, though. Your tongue is wicked.” Smirking up at him, I swirled it around the head and he growled, his hips stuttering.
“Fuck,” Finn hissed before he shoved himself further into my mouth, “I love that fucking mouth.” I moaned around him, my hands lifting to cup him. He growled again, his hips rocking.
Suddenly, I was airborne. Before I knew he had moved--which was a feat since he was basically a mountain--I was lifted. My legs were dropped over his shoulders, he had me pinned to my door again, and his mouth was between my legs. Angling me just so, he held me on his massive shoulders as he devoured me.
Right there in the hallway, Finn sucked my pussy into his mouth, and I screamed. His thick fingers began pumping into me, and I rocked my hips against his face.
“Fuck yes,” Finn’s voice vibrated against my core and I shuddered, “fuck my face. Let me taste that sweet honey again.” My back arched as he proved what he had said was true. Finn owned me; body, and very likely, soul.
“Oh, my God! Yes…yes. Please.” I stopped caring if my new neighbors, or the entire neighborhood in fact, could hear us.
“Give me what’s mine, Sweetheart. Come for me again. Let me taste you. Taste what belongs to me and no one else. No one else tastes this pussy. You fucking hear me?” My head nodded as he sucked me into his mouth; lips, clit, and all, while his fingers pressed elsewhere.
“No. No one else. Please. Please, baby. Please. God, I’m coming, baby. Yes!” My hips were bucking wildly on his shoulders as he fucked me with his mouth.
“Ye
s. Fuck, you taste so God damn sweet. No one else. This is all mine.” Still holding me at his shoulders, he landed a hard smack at my ass.
“Yes!” I screamed as the sting of pain prolonged the waves of pleasure pounding through me. So, he did it again. And again.
The sound of his huge hand swatting my ass echoed through the hallway. I shuddered and bucked as he feasted on my pussy still. Just when I thought I could take no more, his fingers pressed into the tiny knot of my ass.
I went boneless against him as he pumped his fingers and sucked hard at my clit. My legs fell from his shoulders as another orgasm tore through me, hot and consuming and with his name all over it. Finn let me slide down his front, his mouth covering mine.
The tangy flavor of myself, mixed with Finn and the drinks we’d had, felt dirty. Still, I ate at his mouth as if it were my last meal. Sucking and biting and shoving my tongue into his mouth. Finn cupped my ass as he angled his cock between my legs. Before he could press inside me, I dropped to my knees again.
Without another word, he began pumping his cock again. As if the mind-blowing shoulder face fuck had not just happened.
I opened my mouth again but he just sunk his thumb inside. Growled and hissed my name through his teeth as he chased his own orgasm. I sucked at his thumb just as I would his cock and that was all it took.
“Fuck, Sweetheart. You’re so fucking beautiful on your knees.” Finn jerked his cock as he came, some of it hitting my tongue, but most of it marking my tits.
It was primal and dirty. It was also the single hottest thing I had ever fucking witnessed. Finn’s mouth was wet from my come, his body slick from the exertion of giving me such pleasure. The thick blonde hair on his head was tousled and his eyes, his beautiful, crystal blue eyes, were wild.
“You are so beautiful, Finn. God damn.” I watched as a full body blush burned over this beautiful man.
