Page 89 of When The Rain Falls

FINN

For my next trick,I will completely unravel.

I wish I could ask myself what I’m doing. But no part of me knows the answer to that question.

After that night, the night on the deck, I put all my walls back up. Built them as high as I could. But I must be the world’s shittiest carpenter. Because all it took was one late night visit from Aimee and the perkiest nipples on the fucking planet for them to come completely tumbling down.

Her damn proposition.What if it’s ok?She looked me in the eyes and told me she was ok with me thinking about another woman. She all but told me it was ok if I treated her like dirt. And I wanted to tell her that none of this is true. That I lied. That I’m still lying. That I want her to be mine. That she’s all I can think about. But then she’ll know the truth. And that truth has the power to ruin me.

So, what did I do? I came up with some stupid half-cocked rule. Literally.

I may not be able to perform but I can please her in other ways. I figure that as long as I stay in control and my dick stays in my pants, this might actually work. For a while anyway.

I’m sure this is a terrible idea. I’m sure it will end poorly. Because I fuck everything up. But right now, at this moment, none of that matters. Because my dick is hard. And Aimee’s lips are so soft. And I just want to taste her and hear her moan my name again.

I take Aimee’s hand and lead her upstairs, past the closed doors of the girls’ bedrooms. And I do the thing I’ve been thinking about doing for days. I guide Aimee straight to my bed.

“Down.” I point.

She looks up at me, that familiar sinful smile spreading her lips. “Right here? On your bed?” she asks.

“It’s not a bed,” I correct her.

“It’s not?” she asks as she slips her shirt over her head. I’m staring at a pair of pink, pebbled nipples gracing the tip of two delicate breasts and I nearly lose my goddamn mind. Aimee flutters her eyes at me. But she doesn’t do it because she’s shy. She does it because she knows her body is my Achilles’ heel. I’m surprised my legs haven’t turned to noodles beneath my body.

“It’s not the bed. Tonight it’s the fucking kitchen table,” I tell her, trying to find some command in my voice, “and you’re the fucking meal. Lay down,babe,” I emphasize the word, because I’ve seen the way that pet name makes her weak for me. And I need a little more power right now.

She slowly lowers herself onto the edge of the bed, her bare legs rubbing together in anticipation. I step between them, pushing them apart. I don’t miss how close her breasts are to my straining cock.

“Set the table, Aimee,” I command, giving her shoulder a light push backward. Aimee bites her lip and eases onto her back.

“I want this pussy dripping in my mouth. Can you do that for me?” I lean over her, teasing the band of her shorts.

She nods as her bare breasts heave towards the ceiling.

“Look at you. Taking orders.” I lift one of her thighs and plant a light swat across the underside. Aimee practically mewls. And the sound of her, needy and hungry for me, drives me wild.

I climb onto the bed, my knees on either side of her as I tower. I pop my thumb into her mouth and she sucks greedily.

“You like to suck, Aimee?” I rasp. “You thinking about my cock right now?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says as her tongue circles my thumb.

“Don’t call me that,” I scold, but my voice is raw and vulnerable. I pull my thumb out, enjoying the way it tugs at her lips. Then I reach down to pinch a nipple. Goddamn. I enjoy every touch of her body. Every scouring glance across her skin. Her body is splayed out beneath me, like it’s mine for the taking. And I plan to fucking take.

“You said I couldn’t touch. There’s no rule about what I can call you.” Aimee grins sinfully at me and bites her lip. “Daddy,” she breathes.

“New rule?—”

“No,” she says, digging her shoulders into the mattress beneath me as she gets comfortable. Her hands slide down her body and dip into her shorts. Her eyes close as she touches herself and the sight of her, like this, traps me helpless in her web. “You had your chance,” she purrs through slightly parted lips.

A frustrated grumble rolls around in the back of my throat. I lean over her, run my hands along her dainty ribs, and take a nipple in my mouth. She gives out a tortured squeal as her back arches. Her eyes glaze slightly and I feel her thighs trying to spread open beneath me. “Daddy,” she cries, husky and sultry. My dick surges and my breathing grows flustered.

I’ve completely changed my mind. She can call me Daddy. She can call me Daddy any fucking time she wants.

When my dick jolts, Aimee doesn’t miss it. Her eyes flutter open and catch mine. “Look at that,” she whispers. “I think you just gave me permission.”

“You can touch,” I concede. My voice sounds hoarse, like I’ve just crawled my way out of a blistering desert and haven’t had a sip of water in weeks. And that’s how I feel. Hot and tortured, aching all over. I’m letting her touch, but only because my cock is suddenly aching for attention and I don’t want to remove my hands from her body to do the job myself. “Hands on the outside,” I instruct.

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