Page 47 of Bottoms
“He still didn’t kiss you, did he?” Fynn asked, lowering his lips to mine as if shoving it in Nik’s face. I bet there were times when he wanted to send videos to them. Force them into voyeuristic ways.
Good thing for him I had already said yes to having videos taken and shared of me. As long as it was strictly between my guys.
Fynn deepened the kiss, not allowing me to respond. Not that he needed me to. All he needed right now was me, and I was happy to give it to him. His hands grabbed at my ass as his tongue plundered my mouth. Our exchange quickly losing the slow and gentle pacing as we collectively realized this was finally happening.
I pulled him to me, lost inside a hazy cloud of lust. Hands wandered while tongues tasted. I was practically a tangle of limbs, burning up inside my clothes. I started for the buttons of my shirt, but Fynn was quicker. He grabbed the shirt in the middle and ripped the sides open. Buttons popped off and pinged around the room, but I only cared about the cool rush of air that hit my naked skin.
“Mmm,” Fynn hummed in approval, and his finger came up to lightly touch the swells of my breasts, confined within the black lace bra. “I remember buying this one for you.”
“Well, I will say, you have very good taste. And it fits perfectly.”
Fynn smiled with the compliment, dipping in to capture my lips once more while his finger went to work. He pulled the cup of my bra down, exposing my breast while pushing it up. He did the same to the other, but his touch turned rougher, exactly the way I needed. His hands worked magic against my hardened nipples as he pulled and massaged them. The rough calluses of his skin added another element of pleasure, and I pulled away from his kiss to let my head fall back as my eyes closed.
“Yes,” Fynn growled, claiming ownership of my state.
He brought one hand around to grab the back of my neck. Holding me firmly, his thumb tight against my skin as he controlled my every movement. He owned my pleasure as much as he owned me. Needing to know that each shiver I felt was crafted by him because of him and no one else.
His hand moved from my breast, trailing down my stomach until he slipped under the waistband of my underwear. I felt his finger rub across my clit, spreading the wetness that leaked out of me. My thighs were already sticky from Nik’s cum.
My back wanted to bow further as his touch against my sensitive nub increased, but his hand on my neck held me in place. I tensed, feeling another orgasm barreling toward me, but I wasn’t ready for another one yet. I fought against his grip, desperately trying to get away from him, but I was locked in place as an intense orgasm forced its way through me. I screamed, feeling like my body was ripping itself apart.
His touch slowed against my clit, working me down. I expected him to remove his hand and give me a moment to catch my breath. Instead, he slipped his finger lower until it pushed against my pulsing entrance.
A whimper tumbled from my lips, but it didn’t stop him from pushing his way inside me. His grip on my neck pulled me down toward the flat of the countertop as he adjusted my angle. The muscles in my stomach tensed as I was held in a crunch position as Fynn started to curl his finger inside me, coaxing my body to his will.
“Now, where were we,” Fynn started, and my brain struggled to process his words. “Nik wasn’t kissing you, but he was grabbing your ass. Tell me, Vanessa. What happened next?”
“I, umm.” I struggled to even remember what happened with Nik, let alone how to use words. “He, umm,” I started again, failing just the same.
“Did he touch your pretty pink pussy before shoving his cock inside you?” Fynn suggested, but it wasn’t helping me to remember what had happened.
Instead of answering, I responded with a moan as my body attempted to curl, but Fynn’s grip didn’t allow it. I was stuck, my muscles screaming out in agony while my body built toward an orgasm I feared would tear me in two. Panic bloomed in my chest. I didn’t want to have an orgasm. My arms and legs spasmed in an uncoordinated attempt to retreat from the sensations.
“No, no, no,” I whimpered, but instead of stopping, Fynn’s grip on me tightened as he fucked me with one finger. Shoving it inside of me. His mouth found its way back to mine, silencing my pleas for him to relent. I bit at his lips as a fire built inside of me. At this point, I wasn’t sure if it was anger or the impending orgasm. Both emotions ripped through me at the same time as I screamed out. Fynn didn’t allow my cries to reach the sky, as his mouth captured them all.
He groaned like he was feeding off my pleasure. His grip on me loosened, allowing me to slowly fall back onto the countertop, and he pulled out of me. I lay on the counter, gasping for air while my thighs shook.
“Did you walk out of the office after having sex with Nik?” Fynn asked.
“What?” I gasped, lifting my head slightly to meet Fynn’s devilish smile.
He looked fucking smug as could be with the state I was rendered to. And he still hadn’t taken off his fucking clothes.
My head dropped back and hit the counter harder than I meant, but it didn’t matter as long as I could lie down and catch my breath for a moment.
Fynn moved out between my thighs, and I groaned in pleasure when I finally got to close them. I felt his arms scoop underneath me, and despite feeling like jello, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up. Hopefully, he was taking me to the bedroom so I could pass out on a bed. Instead, he headed for his office.
He carried me through the room with all the monitors and into the other bathroom. I hadn’t been inside it, even since Fynn had left the door to the office unlocked for me. I had thought of it as giving him space in the house that was his and only his. But as soon as Fynn carried me into the room, I was angry.
It was one of the nicest bathrooms I had ever seen. Everything was modern and clean. There was a large clawfoot tub, perfectly restored. It sat on a black tile floor while the walls and cabinetry were white. All the fixtures were done in matte black, making the entire room look like something that came out of a magazine. The shower was in the corner; I knew it shared a wall with the grimy bathroom on the other side. This shower could easily fit four people and had multiple shower heads, including one that would make masturbation much easier.
“I know you prefer your privacy, but you need to clean up. Your choice, sweetheart; shower or bath?” he asked. Setting me down on the white marble countertop.
“Bath,” I answered.
He went to the tub, turned the water on, and checked the temperature before plugging the drain. He added various splashes from small bottles he kept inside one of the drawers. A pleasant light fragrance filled the room, and I could already feel my muscles relaxing.
My feet swung lightly as I watched him prepare a bath for me. He turned off the water when the tub was full and returned to where I sat.
