Page 61 of Bottoms
“Only one today,” he said, patting his lap.
I walked over to him, standing between his thighs. He looked up at me. There was such clarity in his gaze. Neither of us had drunk a single day since moving to Bottoms, and I felt we were both in need of a dry-out. The calm lifestyle wasn’t hurting either.
I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips. His arms encircled my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He deepened the kiss immediately, and I rejoiced that, finally, I didn’t have to try to talk him into it. The times we battled, and he showed me just how capable his skills were by barely even touching me, were amazing. But right now, I just needed to know that Fynn wanted me as much as I did him.
His fingers weaved into my shaggy blonde hair. It was getting just long enough for him to get a proper hold of it, and I had decided to have a go with coloring my hair at home. Colten had helped me with that, which turned out almost professional looking.
Fynn controlled me using his grip, and I let my mind turn off as I started to wait for Fynn’s instructions. I was addicted to the feeling of them rendering my mind silent. He pulled me from his lips to trail a line of hot kisses down my throat. The fingers of his other hand followed the wake of his tongue. His hand wrapped around, squeezing on the sides. My body responded, and I felt myself getting wetter despite my day-long reading pre-heating.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Nessa?” Fynn growled into my ear when he ran out of bare skin at the top of my shirt. His hand released my throat so I could answer.
“No, I don’t think I’m going to be a good girl,” I said with a smile, and he pulled harder on my hair.
“Think I’ve lost my edge?” he said, looking me in the eyes. His gaze was dark, but I saw the little petals, like a sunflower around his pupil, and I knew he was in control.
“Not at all,” I said confidently. “I don’t want you to treat me like a preserved butterfly. I’m not dead yet.”
Fynn gave me a dark smile. “Does that mean I can preserve you when you die?”
I laughed, feeling his grip on my hair lessen. “Sure, Fynn.”
I wiggled around on his lap, feeling the hard bulge of his cock as it pressed against his jeans.
“Is that what it takes to get you going?” I asked. My hand came to cup him and get an estimate for how big I thought it was. It wasn’t hard to tell I was dealing with another sea monster situation.
“Can we fuck in a cemetery one day?” Fynn asked, his breathing short as I popped the button on his jeans and pulled his zipper down tooth by tooth. He had imagined this day for far longer than I had.
“Sure,” I shrugged, reaching in to grab hold of his thick cock. I struggled to pull it free from the small space in his pants. “Jesus,” I breathed, looking at it for the first time.
“Fynn.”
I looked up at him, my eyes narrowed playfully. His grip on my hair tightened. It sent a delicious wave of pain as my short hair pulled away from my scalp.
“Fynn,” I whispered as I started to stroke his cock.
His eyes partially rolled in the back of his head before we were pulled together. Our lips demanded more time while my hand showed him how capable I was.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Just like that,” Fynn groaned. Tearing himself away as his head fell back against the chair. His grip on me melted away, and I crawled off him to kneel on the floor.
Coming face to face with his cock was almost enough to make me reconsider punching my card tonight. I may have been stretching my body with training, but I hadn’t had anyone inside me since Colten. My mouth, however, was hungry to rise to the challenge.
I wrapped my lips around the tip and attempted to sink onto it, but it seemed I would have more than one pair of lips to stretch when it came to Fynn. I popped the head free, changing tactics as I decided to slide my tongue up and down his shaft. Using my spit to help, I lubricated him well enough to grip him with both hands. I was determined to feel the powerful sensation of having him at my mercy. Bringing my mouth back up to wrap around the tip of his cock once more, I sucked and massaged the head with my tongue.
“Don’t fucking stop, sweetheart,” Fynn growled, and I felt his hand return to the top of my head.
His fingers tightened around, gripping me as he thrust into my mouth. My hands helped to ensure that not too much of Fynn’s dick forced its way in, but my body loved how he used me. That was what I had asked for originally. For them to use me and teach me the different pleasures of sex. Fynn had his own lessons for me to learn.
His thick cock hardened further, which I wouldn’t have thought was possible if I hadn’t felt it. Relaxing while breathing through my nose, I let him push as far into my throat as I could. Holding my head in place as hot streams of cum filled my mouth.
Fynn grunted, and the sound went straight between my legs, and I reveled, knowing that I had caused this. I fought not to gag when I couldn’t swallow fast enough as he held his pulsing cock in my throat.
His hand pulled me up and off his cock, and I coughed, gasping for air. I wiped my mouth with my arm while I swallowed the rest of him, catching my breath. Smiling up to Fynn, he gave me a heated stare, and I knew it would be my turn now.
An alert sounded from Fynn’s computer speakers, and a box appeared on the screen.
“Colten says it’s time for dinner,” Fynn said passively, after looking over to read the message.
I sighed, sitting back on my heels. Of course, dinner was ready, and I hadn’t even gotten to orgasm yet.
