Page 65 of Camera Shy

“I think it’s jarring for them. It’s something about the vibra—”

“Avery,” he interrupts. “Enough about the fish. Just let me fuck you, please.” He thrusts into me like a madman while my ass and back are smashed against the aquarium. I toggle between, I’m so sorry, Cherry, and oh dear God, yes, harder, Finn, in my mind over and over. I’m shocked at his stamina. He holds me, fucks me, and kisses me all in tandem until his panting gets louder. The beads of sweat on his forehead drip down to my chest, mixing with my own. We’re so slippery. Back and forth, slipping right into each other, holding on for dear life.

“Where can I come?”

I wrap my hands around his cheeks. “Wherever you want.”

“Can I ruin your makeup?”

My chuckle is breathy between pants. “It’s already smeared, I’m sure.”

Finn stops pumping his hips and looks right into my eyes. “It’s an expression. I want to come on your pretty face.”

Oh. Another unknown. A new lesson. Never once did Mason ask me for this. “Um, yes. Okay. How do I—”

“On your knees, get low,” Finn barks. “Open your mouth.”

I debate telling him I’ve never tasted cum before. Precum, unintentionally sure, but I never let Mason finish in my mouth. He never asked and I never offered. But with Finn, I welcome it. He makes me feel so damn good. I’m grateful for how powerful he makes me feel. Whatever Finn wants, I’ll gleefully give.

He strokes his massive member a few times as he watches my eyes. I bat my eyelashes at him and poke out my tongue the way I’ve seen women do in videos. They act like they’re thirsty for it and I try my best to mirror the sentiment. It works. He growls in pleasure as the warm, thick spray coats my cheek and dribbles over the corner of my lips. He misses my open mouth, maybe on purpose as a courtesy, but curiosity gets the best of me, so I run my tongue over my bottom lip and taste the salty tang. I’m not ridiculous. It isn’t gourmet, but it is deliciously satisfying to see how impressed with me he looks at the moment.

“You’re full of surprises.” Using his thumb, Finn carefully wipes away a droplet of his release that is dangerously close to my eye. “And you are so beautiful, Queen.”

I love when he calls me that. I’m naked, on my knees, Finn’s cum coating my face, and yet—I do. I feel like a goddamn queen.

He makes his way to the kitchen and wets a handful of paper towels. I hold out my hand when he returns to me, but he insists on cleaning me up himself. “Was that weird?” he asks as he wipes underneath my eye, then my cheek, then finally my lips. He drags the warm paper towel underneath my chin one more time, ensuring he’s thoroughly cleaned me up.

“Which part? When we traumatized the fish or when you finished on my face?”

Finn laughs. “I’m not worried about the fish. The latter... I won’t do it again if it bothers you.” He taps my nose.

“It doesn’t bother me.” At all. I like thinking that Finn wants to be kinky with me. Maybe he can get something worthwhile out of this part of the deal too.

Finished cleaning me up, Finn balls the paper towel in his fist, but he doesn’t rise. His eyes turn down, a touch of sadness coating them as he scours my face. “It’s such a shame.”

“What is?”

“How he treated you.”

“Mason?” I ask and Finn nods in response. “He honestly wasn’t bad to me until he broke up—”

“Yes,” Finn interrupts, an angry edge in his voice. “Yes, he was an idiot. Lesson number…whatever number we’re on. Don’t ever forgive him for being in the presence of royalty and refusing to bow. You’re sexy, smart, kind, and loyal. You should be earned every day of your life. Don’t ever let any man make you question that.”

I inhale, my chest rising. I hold my breath for a moment before I release it. “You’re supposed to be giving me sex advice. Not advice on matters of the heart.”

Finn stands, then cups his hands underneath my elbows, helping me to my feet. “They’re one and the same. For a girl like you, Avery, sex and matters of the heart are one and the same.”

I’m honestly not sure if his words are a compliment or a warning, but either way, I’m two skips past uncomfortable. All I want to do is curl into bed, Finn by my side. I can visualize waking up together to coffee and leftover tiramisu for breakfast. I am picturing all sorts of scenarios that are not just gratuitous sex and I need to stop before I cross a line I can’t come back from.

Finn is pulling on his briefs, when he says, “I need to lock up my house and set the security alarm, then I’ll come back. Why don’t you take a hot shower and I’ll meet you in bed in a bit?”

That sounds amazing. Too amazing. “I think you should sleep at your place.”

He raises his brows at me. “I don’t mind staying. I wasn’t going to fuck you and leave.”

“I know, I know.” I cross my arms around my bare chest, feeling a little self-conscious again. “You’re a good guy, Finn. Believe me, I get it.” I wink at him to try and lighten the mood. There’s no way I can tell him that if he sleeps over, if he keeps taking me to dinner, if he keeps telling me all the ways he thinks I’m wonderful, and how it’s not my fault Mason fell short…I’m going to fall in love with this man. It’s going to hurt like hell when he doesn’t fall in love with me back. “But this is the first time I’ve been single in almost half a decade. I am enjoying sleeping alone again. I need space.”

“Oh, okay.” He crosses the space between us and kisses my forehead, easily believing my lie. “Yeah, I understand. I liked sleeping alone when Nora and I broke up too. For a while, anyway. Just let me know if that ever changes.” He pulls on his pants but doesn’t fasten his belt. He drapes his shirt over his back and pushes his arms through the sleeves, but he doesn’t button it up. Finn leaves Dex’s house looking like the quintessential male version of a walk of shame.

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