by Elaria Ride
Then he shifts and starts massaging my g-spot instead of just providing pressure. He flicks his fingers forward with increased speed, and I know I can’t possibly last much longer, not when his tongue is insistently working, too.
I hear myself chanting his name, the single syllable falling from my lips so softly that I scarcely recognize the sound of my own voice, and I’m gyrating my center against him harder harder harder…
With one deep, final stroke of his fingers, I absolutely shatter.
I release a strangled scream and feel myself sinking even deeper into white-hot pleasure, my entire body thrusting and pulsing and contracting around him as stars explode behind my eyes. The orgasm is relentless, ongoing, something I couldn’t have stopped, not even if I’d tried.
After a few minutes in heady silence, I’m finally composed enough to crack open an eye. Finn is smiling at me patiently, his finger still pressed deep inside.
I blush as our eyes meet, and he finally removes his finger, making sure to lick the digit clean. He leans over to kiss me on the lips, and I find I don’t mind tasting myself on his mouth, not one little bit…
I wrap my legs around his ass to deepen the kiss, and in the process, I force his throbbing cock against my stomach. Just as I’d hoped, he shudders as his hips give an involuntary thrust. I grin drowsily and continue to kiss him, just loving that I have this much power, loving that he’s so receptive to my advances, loving that he gets off on this as much as I do.
I reach a hand up to grip his shirt, attempting to increase the contact and shove him closer against me. I’m delighted that he’s showing even less composure than before. Finn lets out a startled, involuntary moan into my mouth, and even through his pants, I can tell his cock is so hard and so thick that it wouldn’t take long to have him at my mercy, not long at all…
But still, I know everyone has their limits. And I’ve already made him pop off once — which couldn’t have made for an easy workday. I pull back a little and give him a thoughtful glance. His eyes are slammed shut, his breathing ragged, and he’s now balled his hand into a fist, like every moment of contact against me is torture.
So I decide to take pity on him; I’ll finally allow him the release he’s desperately sought for so long.
I bring my hand up to stroke his cheek and allow my legs to fall from their grip around his waist. He continues pressing kisses against my neck as my hands drift down the lean planes of his stomach, and I feel him shudder again as my fingers work their way to his belt. My hands drift across his crotch in the process, and he pulls back with a wince, staring me dead in the face.
“Are you sure?” he pants, eyes warm and seeking.
“Finn,” I say with a pointed look. “I know we haven’t known each other long… but do I seem like the fickle, indecisive type?”
He lets out a startled laugh.
“No,” he admits, maneuvering closer to me. “I just… I want to be sure.”
I give him a gentle smile and stroke his cheek. “Well, I appreciate your concern. But I’m sure.”
“Good,” he breathes, but then he abruptly pulls back, maneuvering his long, angular body to reach the truck’s center console.
I prop myself up on my elbows, confused. “What are you doing?”
He removes a box. “Condom.”
“Oh.” I lie back down again.
For some reason, that knowledge comforts me. It’s one of the many, many reasons he’s so profoundly different from Mike — who’d tried to “forget” condoms, on several occasions before I’d called him out. But I don’t want to articulate any of these past experiences, not right now… not before I’m actually about to get laid!
So instead, I volunteer some information that might be helpful.
“I’m on birth control,” I offer, shrugging. “You don’t have to… you know.”
But he’s already removed a foil package, tearing it open with a degree of grace I hadn’t anticipated from the size of his hands.
He shrugs. “It’s ok. I don’t want you to get messy. And have to…sit with that. All through dinner.”
His voice drops on the end and he clears his throat. I shake my head. Sylvie’s right — he really is a terrible liar. Clearly, making me sit with that is something he’d quite enjoy…
But now he’s moving closer, the condom removed from the package. I sit up, prepared to help him out of his pants. He stills my hand with a shake of his head.
“So… this is kind of embarrassing,” he explains, unbuckling his belt and removing it. “But I’m pretty sure I’ll just come on the spot if you even touch my dick.”
I stifle a giggle with my hand, but he just gives me a lopsided grin and an apologetic shrug. Finn crouches to remove his jeans completely, exposing a trail of sandy-blonde curls extending from his belly-button to his black boxer briefs. Then, he slides his zipper down. In doing so, Finn lets out a tiny sigh as his shoulders slump in relief.
I immediately understand why.
Oh my…
I swallow and stare at his erection, even though it’s still clothed. I’ve never understood the phrase “manhood” — but right now, I can’t think of a descriptor that’s more fitting. With zero doubt in my mind, Finn’s cock is the largest I’ve ever seen. It’s hard to see in the growing darkness (and it’s even harder to see because he’s still wearing boxer briefs), but I’d estimate it’s at least 9 inches. Maybe even 9.5. It looks thick, too, like it would perfectly fill me in all of the right places.
As it stands (ha), his cock is so enormous and throbbing that it comically tents the front of his boxers, standing at almost a 90 degree angle.
But there’s nothing even vaguely comical about this situation. Not now.
I squirm against the seat fabric, allowing a finger to drift to my still-soaking center as I take in the view. He removes his jeans from his muscular thighs, and I have a moment to reflect on my luck to have landed someone who looks — for all the world — like he’s stepped out of an underwear photo shoot.
My cheeks flush. To have landed someone.
Had I seriously just thought that? Already?
I try my hardest to put that thought of out my mind, even as he removes his thick, throbbing cock from its confines. It bounces against his stomach, and I lick my lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down the edges.
His large tawny eyes drift up to mine, and my breath hitches in my throat. It’s one of those searing moments again, like the one we’d had earlier in his office…it almost seems like everything is vanishing around us, like the edges of reality are blurring, like all that matters is his eyes penetrating mine.
Suddenly, it all becomes too much, and I rip my eyes away from his.
Shit.
I swallow the lump rising in my throat and begin to repeat a mantra in my head: This is just a date. This is just a date. This is just a date.
I allow my eyes to drift up to his again and take a deep breath.
This is just a date. This is just a date. This is just a date.
Maybe if I repeat it enough, I’ll actually believe it.
6
Finn
I’ve never understood why some men refuse to perform oral sex on their partners.
But based on the way Marina had responded — chest-heaving, panting, toes curling — her jackass ex is one of those men.
Of course he is.
I shake my head, still a little bewildered, as Marina observes the slow removal of my clothes through heavily lidded eyes.
She’s so damn hot. A surge of rage shoots through me at the idea that she’s been led to believe otherwise. This guy — Marco’s father — has really done a number on her, that much is certain. I only hope for a chance to prove that she’s worthy of every ounce of devotion and respect she’s been denied for so long.
While she watches me, her hand drifts back down to her pussy. She’s lazily stroking herself without a hint of self-consciousness, completely in her element as I finally shimmy out of my briefs
and remove my aching cock — the one that’s been hard and pounding for her since I’d first caught sight of her upstairs.
Things had only gotten more… extreme… since I’d made her come beneath my lips and fingers; I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from the sight of her writhing and screaming as I’d pushed her over the edge.
I gulp and take a quick glance down. The very thought that I’d made her orgasm that powerfully is making my cock leak. I just hope I’ll last long enough to make her come again…
I glance up at her in a desperate attempt to convey this with my eyes, but something in her expression gives me pause.
Shit. She’s beautiful. She’s staring at me the same way she had in the office today, her eyes so deep and penetrating and fierce that I can’t look away…
We haven’t discussed having an actual relationship — haven’t had the chance. But when I stare at her like this, when our eyes meet in the dying twilight, I can’t help but think I’ve got a chance…
Then she tears her face away, and disappointment floods my chest. Fine… even if all she wants is sex, I’ll make sure it’s the best sex she’s ever had!
I use her distraction to crouch a bit on the floorboards as I take my cock in one hand and the condom in the other. I unwrap it with an almost aching slowness; my face is just feet away from her pussy, and her smell is intoxicating, filling my senses.
Going slowly will help me get under control. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.
When I’m satisfied that I’ve unrolled it as far as it’ll go, I move to stand again and lean in for a deep, sensuous kiss. I make absolutely no attempt to deny how aroused I am, how ready my cock is for her waiting warmth.
Luckily, Marina doesn’t seem to mind.
She wraps her legs around me again as her mouth rises to meet mine, and I shudder as her pussy slides against the underside of my cock. It’s only now that I really notice our height difference and consider how it might complicate things. She’s so small, so adorably short, definitely the tiniest girl I’ve ever been with… not that I have much experience in that regard.
Not that I want to admit that, not right now…
I nibble at the skin on her collarbone and she arches against me, tilting her neck back. I suddenly find myself a little afraid that my lack of experience will show, that I won’t be able to pleasure her. But then her hands reach up to grip my ass, and I let out an involuntary hiss. Shit. It doesn’t look like she’s going to give me a long time to stew with that.
“Finn,” she almost begs as she rubs her center against my cock again. “Please.”
I chuckle, but don’t stop pressing kisses down her neck. At the very least, I want to make sure she’s dripping for me…teetering on the edge by the time I finally slide inside her.
What I hadn’t counted on, though, is the fact that she’s feisty, to say the least. Instead of allowing me to continue my progression down her chest, Marina grips my jaw in her right hand.
“No,” she says sternly, although that familiar twinkle remains in her eye. And then — without waiting for me to say a word — she reaches into the top of her dress and scoops out her prefect breasts. I moan from deep in my throat as they’re revealed before my eyes.
Fuck. I can’t help it… they’re absolutely, stunningly perfect, all round and fleshy and pebbled with rosy nipples, ones even more amazing than I’d imagined. Almost like I’m watching myself in slow-motion, I immediately dive in and capture her right breast with my mouth. I twist my tongue around her nipple and suck, and when she cries out and bucks against my cock again, I almost come.
Per usual, though, Marina is two steps ahead; it’s like she instinctively knows how much I want her, how lost I’d get in the valley of her breasts if she’d let me.
So she doesn’t.
Without even considering the consequences, she shimmies her body down, lifts up her hips, and grips my ass with her fingertips. Before I really even know what’s happening, she’s shoving my cock deep inside her, plunging me into her waiting warmth.
I grunt and groan as her hot walls surround me, and fuck, she’s so fucking tight…I clench my jaw and try to take deep, even breaths, even as she persistently wriggles herself around me. She’s thrusting her hips up and down and I can tell by the angle that she’s found her clit with the base of my cock, and fuck, if doesn’t almost send me over.
“Marina,” I grit, reaching a hand down to still the movement of her hips. “You have to stop that.”
But she doesn’t seem intent on stopping, not right now…
“No,” she mutters, rotating her hips in a circular pattern. And then: “I want you to come with me.”
She locks eyes with me fiercely, her breath still coming in shallow pants, and I just groan and hold on as hard as I can while she continues to mash her clit against my cock.
Well, I’ve never been one to deny a lady what she wants.
I pull back and give her a searing, open-mouthed kiss, knowing that this is it, that I’m finally going to be allowed the relief I’ve craved so desperately for so long.
I snap my hips back and begin slow, pumping thrusts, ones that get progressively deeper with every fuck-stroke. I know I’m hitting her clit, know that I’m hitting her g-spot perfectly, when she arches her back every time while releasing this glorious, breathy moan.
Fuck, she looks so sexy… her curls are scattered around her head, frizzy from sweat, and a slow, gentle flush has crept over her heaving breasts. Now I’ve got her panting and keening as she grips the upholstery and I know she’s close — so close — that it won’t take much to send her careening over the edge…
So I do what comes completely naturally: I lean over mid-stroke and lunge for her left breast, gently grazing her nipple with my teeth. And just as I’d hoped, she reacts instantaneously, bucking wildly against my cock. She’s hot, wet, intoxicating, and I can’t hold on much longer, not at all.
Luckily, I don’t have to.
After two pained, torturous moments, I feel her start to contract around me.
“Finn,” she cries in a choked voice. As I feel her whole body tense and release, tense and release, I know I’ve lasted as long as I can. She’s still in the throes of her orgasm, but I glance down at her face before I realize what I’m doing, even as I continue to pound away inside her.
Fuck. I swallow. Am I actually asking permission to come? That’s never happened — not once in my entire life.
But for some reason, it’s like she understands. She meets my gaze and gives me an almost imperceptible nod.
And holy fucking hell, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life…
Now that I’ve received permission, I know there’s no way to stop, no way to prevent the orgasm that’s been building for hours. I grunt some garbled version of her name and pound into her one more time before my balls tighten with release. All I’m able to do is arch my back and bellow as I feel myself absolutely empty into the condom with a peak so intense it’s almost painful.
Some time later, gentle caresses across my cheeks bring me back to earth.
I lazily blink open my eyes. Marina’s wearing a satisfied grin as her fingertips dance down my neck and onto my clothed shoulders. Oh yeah. That’s right. We hadn’t even gotten a chance to get completely naked…
“Welcome back,” she says, propping herself up on her elbows. I chuckle, slightly embarrassed at how I’ve been so blatantly overcome.
Marina doesn’t seem to mind, though; she’s just giving me a knowing smirk. Perhaps she likes having this effect on me…
Still, I give her an apologetic shrug and press a kiss to her full lips.
“Sorry,” I mutter, moving to nuzzle her jaw. “I know I sound like a broken record at this point… but I swear I usually last a little longer.”
She laughs. “Honestly? It doesn’t really bother me. You made sure I was taken care of — which showed some considerable restraint on your part.”
I feel
myself relaxing a little. Good. She’s willing to give me more time to prove myself…
Marina has other things on her mind, however. She wrinkles her nose and glances down at her wrist. “I think we’re going to be late to dinner, though.”
I give her a quick peck on the nose before sliding out of her. “You’re probably right.”
I toss the condom in a waste bin I’ve got stashed in the backseat, and we go through the unspoken motions of re-dressing and fixing ourselves to look somewhat appropriate for a restaurant.
When we’ve finally returned our clothes to their rightful places — or at least gotten a bit closer — I make sure to open her door for her, even if it seems a bit… superfluous… given what we’ve just engaged in.
Still, my father’s words ring through my head as I help her into the front seat: Good manners cost you nothing. And a gentleman always finishes last.
After making sure she’s settled, I stride over to the driver’s seat and start the car, flicking my hand across the wiper blade lever to clear the foggy windshield.
It’s not until now I realize how much I’ve needed the distraction of getting dressed. Of helping Marina into her seat. Of starting the car.
I swallow and glance over at the girl in question. She’s giving me a satisfied, excited smile, one that makes her eyes twinkle and dance in the low light of the parking lot.
Yep. I was right. That distraction was… definitely necessary.
I set my jaw and put the car into gear.
Because I know — beyond a shadow of a doubt — that if I hadn’t gotten the chance to do something mechanical, something routine, something familiar, I would definitely have done something stupid.
…Like admit I’m in love with her.
7
Marina
We drive to the restaurant in a comfortable silence, which I appreciate. Finn isn’t the type who needs to fill every second of every day with inane chatter just to make himself feel less awkward. I suppress an eye roll. Mike is one of those.
