Page 77 of Study You

“What can I say? I always had a feeling I knew what you needed.” As Gillian tweaked a nipple, wetness gathered between Finn’s legs. She rested harder against the worktop, concerned her knees may tremble soon. Too soon. “That night…the week before my birthday when I met you at the bar…”

“What about it?”

“Were you…jealous that I was potentially going to find someone else?”

An unusual expression crossed Gillian’s face at that question. One that did look a lot like jealousy. “Would my answer make any difference to the outcome of this?”

“Well, no. It’s just that I’ve never felt like I was in that position before. You know, someone jealous that I was with somebody else.”

“Turn the tables and tell me how you would have felt at seeing me with someone else.”

Finn scoffed. “I can admit that I’d be insanely jealous.”

“And…what would you have done about it?” Gillian slipped a hand down the front of Finn’s boxers, touching her clit lightly. Oh, fuck. “Well?”

“Shit, babe. T-that…”

Gillian rubbed harder. “Answer me, Finn.”

“I-I’d have waited until you were alone and then showed you how you deserve to be treated. H-how you deserve to be fucked and taken care of.”

“Mmm. Yes, you would.” Gillian lowered her hand, gathering Finn’s wetness. “Does it turn you on knowing that I was potentially jealous?”

“M-maybe.” Finn’s eyes closed; her lips parted when Gillian suddenly eased two fingers inside her. “Fuck.”

“And as for me with someone else…” Gillian leaned in, whispering against Finn’s lips. “I’d have still thought about you. While someone else was fucking me, I’d have been thinking about you and how I always dreamt about you claiming my pussy. Wishing I was yours…always.”

Finn forced herself against Gillian’s fingers, desperate to come so she could turn the tables and fuck Gillian. Right here, against the counter. “O-oh, shit. Yes. Fuck me harder.”

Gillian obliged, managing a third finger. Nobody had ever made Finn feel this way, and as she tightened, she knew nobody else ever could. Gillian was the only woman in this world who could make Finn this wet. At times, Finn felt needy. That was a new experience entirely. “You’re so tight, baby. Do you need to come?”

“Y-yes.” Finn forced her jeans and boxers down her legs, widening her stance. “You gonna help me with that…or?”

Gillian smirked and bit down hard on Finn’s nipple. She sucked, easing the sting, and bent her knees. She thrust hard and fast, the muscles in her upper arms visible in her sleeveless blouse today. God, she had magnificent arms. “Only me. Always.”

And then Gillian suddenly dropped to her knees, moaning as she watched her fingers disappear inside Finn. “Babe, I-I’m close.”

Gillian brought her other hand to Finn’s pussy and pressed her thumb to her clit. “God, you have the most fuckable pussy.”

Okay, that was stroking Finn’s ego. She smirked as she stared down at Gillian, quite struck by how hard Gillian concentrated on every move she made. “Maybe you just feel fucking amazing inside me.” Before Gillian responded, she leaned in and enveloped Finn’s clit with her lips. That one move would have Finn coming in seconds…and Gillian knew it. “Fuckkk.”

That delicate tongue rolled so effortlessly over Finn’s aching clit, Gillian’s full red lips driving her closer and closer to the edge. Gillian released it with a pop, poked out her tongue, and teased Finn. “Let me taste you, baby.”

And just like that…Finn was gone. She shook, her knees almost giving out, coming against Gillian’s lips. “B-babe. Oh, fuck.” She gripped the back of Gillian’s head, rocking against her. “Shit. Yes. O-oh.”

When Finn couldn’t hold on any longer, she released her hold on Gillian’s head and slumped further. Gillian offered a satisfied moan, licked her lips, and got to her feet. She pressed a hand to Finn’s chest, smiling into a kiss. “You…are fucking perfect.”

“W-what the hell was that for?”

Gillian lifted a shoulder as she fixed her pencil shirt on her waist. “I told you. I missed you.”

* * *

Gillian dropped her keys to the table, forcing her heels off as Finn locked up for the night with her own key. Yes, they’d reached that point last week. And no, they were not going to make a big deal out of it. Gillian wouldn’t even live here soon. But, when the time did come to move out, Gillian would likely give Finn a spare key for the house. That hadn’t been the plan in the beginning, but Finn deserved to be allowed to come and go as she wished to. Why? Because why not? They were in a perfect place right now, and Gillian didn’t see that changing any time soon. There wasn’t a chance in hell that she would do anything to fuck this all up. No way.

“I’m so tired,” Gillian spoke quietly as she flicked on the lamp in the living room and turned the TV on. “That’s your fault. All your fault.”

As she turned back towards Finn, those strong tattooed arms wrapped around her waist. “You don’t get to blame me. You’re the one who came onto my job…and made me drop my pants.”

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