Page 81 of Camera Shy

“Whoa! Finn,” I squall when I feel his finger tap gently against the wrong hole.

“Sorry. You don’t like that?” he asks in a mumble, immediately removing his finger. Using both hands to spread me, he slips his tongue inside my crease. He tilts his head so he can get even deeper.

Every time he enters me like that, the heady fog of pleasure takes over my entire body. It feels so good, I might do something insanely irresponsible like allow this Goliath of a man to take my ass, shortly before meeting my end. Death by giant dick.

“No, it feels kind of exhilarating actually, but—ah! Oh God…” It’s too damn hard to focus when his tongue is darting around like that. “Just not tonight. Baby steps.”

“Mmm,” he moans. “Okay, we’ll just do this tonight.” He cocks his head to the side and flicks away at my clit, sending me down the river of indulgent pleasure again. I whimper and moan shamelessly. It feels natural. It feels right. I want him to know what he’s doing to me and how accepted I feel, just as I am. I couldn’t even fuck Mason with the lights on. I now have the sexiest-looking man I’ve ever laid eyes on with his tongue gliding all over my pussy like a rehearsed dance. Is this all it takes? Asking for what I want?

“Finn?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I have your fingers too?”

He sinks his finger into me in reply. “Good girl for asking. Of course you can. You’re so wet. You love this, don’t you?”

I moan as he coaxes me along with his sexy talk.

“You want another?”

“Yes, please.”

“So polite,” he mumbles as a second finger joins the first. And then to my great surprise, he curls them inside of me.

Wait. I’m not new to this. I’ve been fingered before, but Finn is going off-road. Instead of a pumping motion, he seems more focused on stroking something. I mean to ask, but he’s moving too fast for me to understand what’s happening. The pressure builds, but from a place I don’t recognize. It’s far more intense, far more overwhelming. I can’t even speak. I just bite down on my forearm as my knees go weak.

I open my mouth, but only a raspy groan comes out as he starts to move his fingers furiously. The deck begins to shake… Or is it just my body? Something doesn’t feel right. I’m on a brand-new cusp and I have no fucking clue what’s on the other side. But the intensity is so punishingly delicious. The overwhelming waves of pleasure make me want to slip under the water and drown in this sensation.

I bite my lip when my orgasm explodes in a blinding rage, more intense than I’ve ever felt before. I’m about to scream out Finn’s name when—

Holy shit. Something slips…no…sprays. No, please no. I freeze in place. Absolutely mortified, I refuse to let myself enjoy the post-orgasmic relief. Because I feel it dripping down the back of my thighs. I swear I thought it was a pornographic myth. Surely, I didn’t just…squirt?

Oh, sweet humiliation. Welcome back. It’s been a little while. Thank you for rearing your ugly head and ruining this for me.

I turn over, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. Finn’s still standing in the hot tub, the water rising to his hips. I pray the beads of liquid on his chest are sweat, condensation, or splashes from the tub. I have to believe that, or I’ll die of embarrassment at this moment.

“Don’t,” he says sternly when he sees my expression.

I study his furrowed brows, assuming he’s horrified too, but the smile on his face is nothing but wicked. “I’m so sor—”

“Don’t,” he repeats, cutting me off.

“Don’t what?”

“Apologize for the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Lie back,” he grumbles. “Right now, Avery, I’m serious. I’m so hard, I’m going to fuck you better than you’ve ever had it in your life. Lie back.” He grabs me by my hips and scoots me to the very edge of the deck. He must be standing on the raised bench seat in the hot tub because suddenly he’s a few inches higher and his erection, which he just freed, is positioned right at my entrance.

“You’re not grossed out?”

“Grossed out? You know that was intentional, right?”

“Was it?”

“Hell yes, it’s my special skill.” He smirks as he hovers over me and presses his lips to mine. I taste a hint of chlorine and myself. A little sweet, a little musky, but completely hedonic. “I take it you’ve never done that before?”

“I didn’t even know I could.”

“I’m going to teach you a lot about what you can do. You’re mine to play with. All summer.” His tip nudges my entrance and I push against his chest.

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