Page 82 of Camera Shy

“Wait. I thought we were going to practice my blow job skills.”

Finn narrows his eyes, his lips turning down in contemplation. He seems suspended between lustful need and sweet amusement. He chooses the former. “You got yours. Now it’s my turn.” He presses his lips against my ear. “And I want that wet pussy, right now.”

Straightening up, he strokes along his cock, staring at me with my legs spread, like he’s debating how he wants to play this. “Hold your knees, Queen. I need your legs out of my way so you can take my entire cock. Every inch.”

Goddamn, his dirty mouth stirs something up inside of me. I immediately obey, pulling my legs up and outward by my knees.

He spits on my clit and I writhe in place as he uses his thumb to rub his saliva all over my crease. He’s moving so slowly, and I know what he’s doing. The anticipation. It’s killing me. I feel like I could come again from the look he’s giving me.

“This is going to go fast. Not my usual style, but that’s what you do to me. Do you know that? I’m putty in your hands, Avery.”

His loud, grumbly moan is all I hear when he slams into me. I lose track of time and space. We’re fucking amongst the stars for all I know. Maybe I come again, maybe I don’t. I’m not really able to tell the difference anymore. It all feels so good. The build-up, the anticipation, the release—it’s all so good. I need it all. I’m going to ask for it all. It’s clear I don’t know what my body is really capable of. But I’ll find out. Finn’s willing. And I want him to take me there.

“Such a fucking queen,” he whispers into my ear right before he roars, spilling inside of me.

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My sensitivity is still so heightened, the beads of water from the hot shower tickle my skin. It seems like I feel them one by one, cresting and breaking against my body. I can’t wipe the stupid, goofy smile off my face. This is satisfaction. I wiggle my toes against the tile floor of Dex’s oversized walk-in shower. How have I gone this long without satisfaction?

Finn’s waiting for me with a towel outstretched in his hands when I turn off the water. He rinsed and wrung out his swim trunks before putting them back on, but I know he must be uncomfortable. And here’s the awkward part. He needs to go home and change…

But should he come back?

I step out of the shower and let Finn wrap me up in the fluffy towel. Being naked around him finally feels comfortable. I feel like my body is his to explore now as much as it is mine. He kisses the top of my head, breathing in my damp hair.

“I like your shampoo. There’s a scent I can’t quite place.”

“The ginger, probably. It’s this ridiculously expensive designer brand. I don’t usually spend a lot of money on beauty products, but I buy good shampoo. I think it’s citrus, ginger, and a little mint. Those scents shouldn’t work together, but somehow—”

“They do,” Finn finishes for me. “It reminds me of this soap my dad used to bring back from the Caribbean for my mom. She loved it.” Finn rubs my shoulders with his large hands. It feels like home when he touches me. Like I’m where I should be.

“Did you guys get to travel a lot with your dad as a commercial pilot?”

“No. He didn’t want us to.”

“Ah, makes sense. I’m sure he didn’t want you missing school and such.”

“No. Nothing like that.” Finn grunts, his agitation apparent. “It’s just harder to cheat on your wife when she’s around, you know?”

“Shit.” My open palm finds my forehead, making a loud, echoing smack in the large master bathroom. “I didn’t mean to bring up—”

“Oh, hey,” Finn says, “it’s fine. It’s old news. I told you, the stuff with my dad…it’s complicated.”

I pat my body underneath the towel, soaking up the water droplets. “How so?”

“Because he’s such a dick to my mom, but if you take all that bullshit out, he’s a pretty great dad. It’s confusing. I hate him strictly for how he treated my mom, but I feel guilty about it because he’s always been good to me. I normally can dodge his calls just fine, but I have to see him when he’s in town. It keeps the peace, I suppose.”

Reaching up, I smooth the worry lines on Finn’s forehead. His brows are cinched in dismay. “Do you have to see him often?”

“Nah, not really. A few times a year. He’s actually in town next month. We’re having dinner. Want to come with me and be my decoy?” He lets out what sounds like a nervous chuckle. I half expect him to add, just kidding. This is a layer of Finn I haven’t seen before. He looks a little vulnerable.

I smile at him like the world’s biggest smart-ass. “Ask me.”

“What?”

“If you want me to go, I will. Just ask me for what you want. Don’t be shy.” I wink at him.

“And the student becomes the teacher,” Finn says. He taps his fingers together in a sarcastic golf clap. “Fine. Avery, will you please go to dinner with me when I have to meet my dad? I could use a friend to get me through it.”

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