Page 46 of Bottoms
He placed his large hands on my thighs, pressing them further apart as he bent down again to eye level.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Vanessa.” He laughed. Snatching the bottle from my hand before stepping back.
“And why not?” I huffed, getting sick of this game. “And don’t say shit about truths. I’m here. I’m fucking begging for it. I know about a bunch of shit you’ve done, and I honestly think you will kill me one day. I don’t fucking care about any more of your fucking truths because I already have my answer.”
He stood. Glaring at me.
“You don’t know the things I’ve done, Vanessa.” He nearly growled. “And I’m not in the fucking mood to talk about that right now. So sorry, sweetheart, you only get one dick today. You can try to slow the cum guzzling; you’ll get plenty soon enough.”
I laughed. It was honestly hilarious to hear him try to hurt me by making me feel shame for my sexual arrangement when he was the one that picked me for the position first. He wanted to use my healthy sex drive just as much as Nik did.
“You don’t have to tell me anything else. Ever. Whatever little black book, forbidden secret you hold, keep holding it. I see who you are right now, and that man is the only part of my harem that won’t touch me.” I smiled, trying to reach inside to find his softer side. It wasn’t even that hard. All you had to do was listen to what he was saying.
“It’s not fair to lie to you like that,” he said, looking at the floor as he shook his head.
“It’s not a lie if I’m telling you I don’t need to know it. It’s in the past, Fynn. Whatever ghosts you carry, let them go. Live with me today. I don’t know how many days I get to have, but I know you will be part of every one of them.” I gave Fynn a truth in exchange for the one he didn’t want to share with me.
“I don’t know if I can chase the ghosts away so easily,” he said, stepping back between my legs. His hands returned to my thighs. This time, his thumbs began to draw invisible patterns, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Then let’s try doing it together,” I said, tilting his chin to meet my gaze.
I pressed my lips to him softly, not knowing what pace Fynn needed. He returned the kiss, keeping it slow. I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His thumbs moved up my thighs, tracing lines up my sensitive skin. Fynn ended the kiss before it started to heat up, pulling away playfully to tease me.
“I was guessing by the look on your face and the smell of sex from you in the car that you and Nik had sex today?” Fynn said, making me open my eyes.
“Oh, yeah. I figured you had a camera in there,” I shrugged, but curious as to why he wanted to bring that up now.
“Sadly, I missed that one.” Fynn frowned, and then my mind caught up to psycho stalker level, and I understood what he needed.
“At first, he wouldn’t touch me,” I started, waiting a moment to see if this was what Fynn was looking for.
“You don’t like that very much, do you, sweetheart?” Fynn said, brushing this thumb between my thighs and making me flinch. “So jumpy,” he commented reverently. Swiping his other thumb over my sensitive nerves, harder this time, making me groan instead of recoil. “Continue,” he ordered as his thumbs started taking alternating swipes.
“I rubbed his back,” I breathed. Thinking back brought a smile to my face while Fynn continued slowly increasing his tempo until it felt like a constant vibration against my clit.
“Massages are always invitations for sex,” Fynn agreed.
I was having difficulty focusing on what I was supposed to be talking about. Fynn was working me toward another orgasm without touching skin to skin. He was about to have a rude awakening if he thought I would be too exhausted for more. I had four lovers with dicks made to break spines, and I had one more punch card left to collect.
“Massages should not always be an invitation for sex,” I argued, but it was hard to argue with someone while they were touching your clit.
That should be in a book of women’s tips. Hannah should write one of those just to give out helpful little pieces of advice that most moms seem to leave out.
“Not everything needs something in return,” I sighed. Losing track of what I was supposed to be thinking about as my second orgasm of the day washed over me slowly. It felt like a euphoric ride, completely relaxing all my muscles. “Fuck,” I breathed, opening my eyes to find Fynn.
We were both fully dressed, yet I had just had an orgasm.
“You really are good at that,” I said, laughing.
“You didn’t finish telling me the story of how Nik rocked your world,” Fynn teased, a fair amount of pride washing through his tone.
“That’s fine. I’m good to go all night if I have to,” I said, as I finally decided to wrap my thighs around him. My arm encircled his neck again, and he moved his grip onto my ass.
“Nik did that,” I said, using my eyes to gesture toward his hands.
“Oh? So you gave him a massage, and then he grabbed your ass like he owned it. I guess he isn’t all bad,” Fynn smiled. The room felt so much lighter. His bad mood seemingly vanished. Whatever ghosts that followed him were gone when we were together. I never thought death could need a security object.
“I gave him a massage, and then he kissed my neck while grabbing my ass,” I amended, ensuring that Fynn had the details right.
