Page 43 of Study You

And where DO you wish you were right now?

Oh, God. Finn knew where this was going. It was quite clear that Gillian was into sexting, but while Finn was sitting in a bar? This could get messy if she wasn’t careful. Gillian riled her up so quickly that Finn wouldn’t be at all surprised if she was in the bathroom within the next ten minutes.

Alone with you. Naked.

Finn smiled at the image she was conjuring up in her mind. If she couldn’t have that, she would dream about it instead.

That’s all? Just naked and alone?

Fuck. Gillian wanted more.

Naked and alone…slowly fucking you the way I did this morning. Watching you come undone while I hold you. Craving to hear you call out my name. You know how that makes me feel. You know how much I love hearing your voice when you’re shaking beneath me. You know how much I enjoy tasting you. All of you.

Finn puffed out her cheeks and closed her eyes momentarily. She needed to get out of her head. She lifted her beer and almost downed the entire glass. This morning with Gillian had been on her mind all day. She’d even wondered if it was something they needed to discuss. It had felt so intimate to Finn that Gillian had surely felt it, too.

Do you know how much I wanted you today? Seeing you dressed like that…God, I needed you, Finn.

Damn it! Why the hell hadn’t Gillian told her that back at the house? She would have been more than happy to take care of anything she needed in that moment.

Then maybe YOU should also use your words more often. I’m not a mind reader, gorgeous.

And that was probably just as well. Finn couldn’t begin to imagine the thoughts that likely ran through Gillian’s mind most of the time. Before Gillian could respond, Finn sent off another message.

Are you happy now? I want you, but I can’t have you. I’m soaking for you, but you’re not here to do anything about it. But I think that was your plan all along, wasn’t it? To make me need you. Maybe I should give you my hotel and room number and pray that you drop by.

Oh, now that was an idea Finn could get on board with.

Go to the bathroom and take care of yourself.

Finn wanted to, but she would have preferred it if Gillian was here. Since that wasn’t going to happen, maybe she would do as Gillian had requested.

How will you know if I have or not? Expecting proof?

What the hell was she doing? Anticipating every word this woman said was a dangerous way to approach this. You’re in too deep now. What does it matter?

I’ll know.

Finn downed the last of her beer and got to her feet. She approached the bar where Morgan rested against it. “Hey, could you keep an eye on my stuff for a few minutes? Need to use the bathroom.”

As Morgan nodded, Finn rushed across the floor towards the bathroom sign. With every step she took, her clit throbbed. She pushed through the main door and checked the stalls. They were all empty. She lowered her hand to her crotch, hissing when her knees trembled. She needed a moment to calm down, a moment to breathe.

Finn braced her hands against the sink, dropping her head between her shoulders. Just take a moment. She’s just a woman on the other end of your phone. Finn rolled her shoulders, looking up into the mirror. “You’re one lucky fucker, Finn Ashton.” She grinned, aware that she was having one hell of a good time right now.

And then the bathroom door swung open, and Gillian stared back at her through the glass. “Hi, Finn.”

Finn spun around. “Where the hell did you come from?”

“I’ve been here all night.”

“W-what? I thought you had plans with your friend?” Finn’s lips parted when Gillian took a step closer. Then another. The short red dress she wore clung to every curve so perfectly. “Gillian?”

Gillian fisted her hand in the front of Finn’s shirt and guided her backwards into a stall. Once the door was locked and she’d turned Finn to rest back against it, she dropped to her knees and started to slowly lower her zipper. Fuck, Finn wasn’t wearing her strap tonight. Gillian was about to be disappointed.

She lowered Finn’s jeans down her thighs and then her boxer shorts. One finger slowly teased through Finn’s folds, the back of her head pushing hard against the door. “F-fuck.”

This…wasn’t usually how her sexual encounters went. Finn was usually taking care of the women she found herself with. Only on the smallest handful of occasions had they chosen to relieve her. And when they did, they certainly didn’t go down on her. Nor did they initiate sex. No, it was usually afterwards…as though it was an obligation. But seeing Gillian on her knees, and not because of Finn’s strap, well…it stirred something inside of her. No, it stirred everything she’d been forcing down. It brought it straight to the surface, along with a ball of emotion that lodged in her throat.

“Oh, Finn. You weren’t lying.” Gillian spread Finn’s lips and blew gently against her clit. Fuck! That was…fuck! “You’re so wet, baby.”

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