Page 22 of Burn It Down
“Mmm, I might. After you take care of me.” Gigi yanked at the hand not groping her ass, and before I knew what she was doing, she plunged it inside her leggings.
“God damn,” Her pussy was bare and soaked, and I dove right in, “Fuck, Sweet Girl. I want to taste you so bad. Don’t make a fucking sound.” I yanked at her ass, pulling her flush against my side. At the same time, the hand between her legs went to work.
My fingers spread her and she bit at her lip, swallowing her moan. The others were in the front room, talking and laughing and I kept an ear out for them coming down the hall. Gigi pressed her face into my neck; her teeth came out and I groaned.
Her pussy was hot and wet and I circled her throbbing clit with my thumb. I started pumping the two fingers I had slid inside her. God damn, I missed this. Watching her lose control for me. Her skin flushed and her dual colored eyes got bright and hazy. So beautiful.
“Feels so good to touch you again, Sweetheart. Pussy’s so tight, so fucking wet for me. Should I let you come? Or punish you for teasing me today?” I knew I would give her whatever she wanted, even if I pretended otherwise.
“Now. Please. I missed you inside me. I missed you, Finn.” Gigi threw her head back and rocked her hips, and I lost it.
I pinned her to the wall and dropped my head, sinking my tongue into her mouth. Gigi let out a whimper, but opened her mouth and kissed me back. Her fingers wove through my thick hair, tied into a tiny bun, tearing it loose. I loved to feel her comb her fingers through it. Used to go to bed with her doing that, my head in her lap.
My fingers pumped faster, deeper, curling to hit that spot that made her come for me. I knew they could walk in on us at any moment. This time, the idea of getting caught actually did make me hot.
“I want to bury my cock in this pussy, Sweetheart. I don’t know how long I can stand going without it. Right now, I want to see you come. Feel your pussy get greedy for more. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Come for me, Gigi. Let me hear it. Just for me.” Gigi bit into my neck again, whispering my name and clutching roughly at my hair.
“Finn...yes, baby. Jesus Christ...I’m coming. Finn!” Her hot core tightened until I almost couldn’t pump my fingers into her, and she clawed at me, taking my mouth.
Gigi kissed me with what felt like desperation. Like a dam breaking. As if tired of denying herself. Still my fingers pumped inside her, my thumb savagely stroking her swollen clit. I swallowed the scream she gave me before she settled against my chest.
We were both breathing hard and I heard someone heading down the long hallway. Gigi watched me from hooded, hazy eyes as I pulled my hand from her pants. She let out a moan when I sucked my fingers into my mouth and licked her come from them. Fuck, she was sweet. I righted her clothes, shoved my dick down in my sweats, and kissed her nose.
“So fucking sweet.” Then I moved, letting her cut Cage off before he found me with steel between my legs.
After a quick visit to the restroom, where I had a pep talk with my dick that he’d get taken care of, I met up with the others. The girls were going shopping for food; apparently, Stella thought it was normal to have a cookout on the terrace in forty-degree weather.
Cage and I cleaned up the boxes and mess the move had made. I was kind of sad to see him go, but the tradeoff was worth it. Besides, he was never going to stay here long; Cage was always looking to find his Charli.
“Charli coming for dinner, bro-tato-chip?” I asked as we headed downstairs. Cage nodded with a smirk, pounding once at Davis’ door.
“Yeah, Red’s picking her up from the library. I am not allowed there for a while. Sara says I distract Charli from her duties. Might be because she caught us in the periodicals again. It was innocent, though. I mean, when she caught us, it was anyway.” We laughed and I shook my head, wondering if I sounded as gone over Gigi as he did over Charli.
“What’s up, Davis? Your wife has us on grill duties again, my man. Chance of flurries and your snow bunny wants a cook out.” Davis seemed unbothered by the idea, as he was used to Stella’s demands.
Davis Hill was a stock broker; his wife Stella was his secretary. Apparently, their story was like one of those trashy novels my woman reads. Davis was cool and collected, but friendly. Stella was bubbly and outgoing and never met a stranger. They were the first couple in the condo after it was built just a few years ago.
Harper and Diego Rodriguez moved in after, and the girls had been thick as thieves ever since. Harper was an architect and Diego ran a construction company. They made a good team and hoped to start their own empire someday. I liked both couples and was looking forward to Gigi and I hanging out with them more.
“Stella loves the winter; I am not surprised. Your sister all moved in?” Davis asked as he passed Harper and Diego’s door, kicking it once.
“Hey, fellas. Guess the ladies got dinner on the patio planned again?” Diego spoke clear and fast, smiling at us after he threw his door open.
“Yeah, Gigi’s all set up. I give it two weeks before she and my sisters overhaul the whole place, though. Yeah, Harper said dinner on the patio, so the girls went to get the goods and we’re to set it up for everyone.” Cage explained as we all headed down the hall and out to the back.
We got to work setting up the table and clearing the stone paths of leaves and brush. I lit all the strung up blinking lights as it got darker. The sun was still clinging in the sky and the air was crisp. You could smell snow in the air. Any day now this courtyard would be covered in white. Made sense we make the best of it while we could.
I got the bar ready, mixing some drinks while Davis got the grill fired up. The four of us caught up, bullshitting about work nonsense. Diego explained ideas for adding a pond and redoing some of the retaining walls in the back. Dude talk, basically.
Then, I watched each guy change as the gate opened. First Davis, who set his beer down as his face lit up. Then Diego and Cage. Both straightened up and broke into wide smiles. The girls came walking in, hands full of groceries that we rushed to help with.
I got a moment to survey my woman and wondered if the change in me was as obvious as it was in them. I didn’t doubt it. I could still taste her, smell her sweet cherry scent. When Gigi saw me, her face lit up, and that shit hit me right in the chest. Fuck, I loved her.
“We are back. Steaks and shrimp and plenty of salads and drinks. Honey,” Stella crossed the yard towards her husband, “oh, you keeper you. Got the grill ready to go. This is why I love you.” As we watched, she caught his chin in her hand and placed a big kiss on his lips. Davis looked at her like a smitten idiot when she lifted away.
“Certainly hope that’s not the only reason.” Davis swatted at her backside and she let out a yelp. Ahh, love.
“Finn, you want to be in charge of drinks?” Harper offered, but we both knew it was a statement, not a question.
