Page 23 of Burn It Down
“Sure thing, boss.” I winked at from behind the bar, readying whatever drinks the girls called out.
“I want an orgasm.” Once again, I felt her before I knew she was there; Gigi pressed close behind me, murmuring this taunt in my ear.
“Think I gave you one earlier, Sweetheart.” I shot back, laughing when she bit gently at my neck.
“I like this. I can say or do whatever I want to you, because they know.”
I liked it too, if I was being honest. Everyone knew. We weren’t together; me fingering her to orgasm didn’t fool me otherwise. Didn't matter if we were. We didn’t have to hide how we felt now.
“Mmm, me too. Think you might like living on your own?” We had talked about it a few times because I knew she hated living in the dorms.
Once, I had almost asked her to move in with me. I had already given her the key and she was there almost every night anyway. I liked having her in my space.
Liked having her tiny panties mixed in with my sweats and CFD gear. I liked her perfumes and lotions spread out on my counter top. I was pleased when Gigi took up space in my place. It was one of the things I didn’t expect to like. I also didn’t expect to miss it once I lost it.
“I don’t know. Never been on my own. Always me and the Coopers and about a thousand-other people,” We laughed as I mixed a drink for her and Charli, “then always Bree. I think I might like distancing myself from Bree, though. Things are...different there.” I frowned at this. Bree had been around for a while, but she never felt right to me.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Gigi?” Stupid question; for weeks Gigi had been trying to stay away from me. Why would she share anything with me?
“Didn’t really know for sure till the other day. I’m not entirely sure what it is, anyway. Might be fleeting. Might be for good. Mmm, this is so good. You could be a bartender.” Gigi gave a playful swat at my ass and I growled down at her.
“Keep it up, Sweetheart. Just begging to be punished, aren’t you?” Gigi lifted a brow and licked her lips, and I swatted her ass back.
“Finn, can we get a few beers and maybe some wine?” Stella called as she, Charli and Harper set up the table.
“Absolutely, Stells. Gigi,” I turned to find Gigi opening the wine for me already, “thank you. We make a good team, yeah?” I swatted her ass again, lifting a handful of it, and she nodded, her eyes flashing.
“Mmm perhaps we do, Finn.” Gigi was giving that sexy smirk, and I was a happy man.
We carried the drinks over and handed them out before I began turning on the heaters Cage and I had installed. The six heaters lined the perimeter of the patio, and with all of them going, you could barely tell it was November.
The flames crackled and the crisp air made the night feel very fall and less winter. Soon enough, the girls had the table covered in salads and veggies and I realized I was starving. Once Davis finished grilling the steaks and shrimps, we brought it all over and the eight of us sat down for a meal.
Two hours later, I didn’t think my night could get better. We had gone through four bottles of wine, and Gigi was starting on the fifth. The table was littered with wine and beer bottles and remains of the delicious food. I sat next to Gigi, my hand at her thigh the entire time.
When I had a few beers in me and they cracked that third bottle, my hand moved to cup her pussy. Because I wanted to. Gigi shifted just so, and I growled because I could feel how wet she was.
The entire night, I had been able to joke and laugh with her and not pretend. By then I was more drunk on her than bud light. Cage and I laughed and it felt like no strain had ever happened. The girls all seemed to be welcoming my woman into the fold, and I was happy for that.
When Gigi let her hand fall beneath the table, I didn’t even realize her intentions. Until her little hand yanked once, untying the drawstring on my sweats.
Then her hand was wrapped around my cock, and I don’t know how I carried on conversation. For at least fifteen minutes, she stroked me slowly. While we chatted with her new besties and her brother. Maybe that’s why I didn’t come in her hand.
I was doing my best to control myself. When her thumb swiped over the tip, spreading precum over the head, I cupped her pussy roughly in my hand. Pinched the swollen lips together, knowing her clit would love the friction. Gigi shot me a look full of want. Without words, I nodded towards my balcony. I gave another squeeze at her sex and then excused myself.
Gigi knew the routine. We had done this before. I would leave, then come back out. She would leave, and no one would notice me slipping back out. Ten minutes later, we were both on my balcony, which allowed us to look over the courtyard.
They could not see us, though. I was on her the minute I stepped out onto the balcony, lifting her against me and claiming her mouth. I didn’t know what we were, and right then, I didn’t care. I had to taste her. Had to feel her skin against mine again.
“Gigi, off,” I yanked at her leggings, my voice barely a growl, “now.” Gigi shuddered against me as I shoved them off her hips.
“Finn...I need to feel you again. Please.” I kissed her plea from her mouth and pressed between her legs.
“I love it when you beg, Sweet Girl. Spread your legs. Good girl.” I dropped to my knees in front of her. Her pussy was soaked and swollen, and I couldn’t wait to taste her again.
“Finn...I need...please baby.” I hiked her long legs over my shoulders, shoving my own sweats down.
“Tell me. Tell me you want me to taste this sweet pussy.” I stroked my cock as I watched her tremble; both from the cold and my command.
