Page 51 of Burn It Down
I didn’t fidget and I didn’t look away from his face. I wanted to see how he reacted to me. Because I knew how I reacted to him. It was empowering to see him get needy. To see his bright blue eyes darken. His breaths come faster. His pulse pound at the side of his neck.
Finn snapped again, and I gasped because it felt like a touch. Then again. My thighs were trembling around his hips and he pushed them wider.
“Touch yourself for me. Just like you did this morning. Let me watch you make yourself wet.” Too late; my thighs were slick with need, but I obeyed.
Hesitantly, my hand shoved down my front to spread myself open to him. Finn growled, and his free hand--the one not aiming the camera--dug into my thigh. I winced, but welcomed the bite of pain.
I was soaked and my fingers slid over my slit, then between to find the achy nub. Finn snapped again, and I moaned. Then I forgot about the camera, about the icy air, and even about Finn. My fingers found a rhythm that had my hips bucking.
“Mmm, good girl. Stop. Give me your fingers.” I moaned when he wrapped his hand around my wrist and yanked.
We both moaned again as he sucked my fingers into his mouth, licking my taste off. The blazer was full of my harsh breathing and the sounds of him licking my fingers clean.
It was lewd and hot and totally Finn. Then he snapped again, and I tugged at his hips with my knees. I was vibrating with need, the darkness and my heavy lids making him blurry.
“Not yet, Sweetheart. Been too long since I had your sweetness on my tongue.” He shoved my legs wider, the camera gone as he bent forward.
“Oh God! Finn!” I don’t know how he managed in the cramped space, but Finn was feasting on me like he was starved.
My legs were yanked up over his massive shoulders as he cupped my ass in his hands, held me to his mouth, and sucked me into his mouth. For long moments, he suckled and growled, and I almost came from being on edge.
Then his tongue flattened and circled my lips before latching onto my clit. Teeth came into play, and I saw stars and screamed out, his name echoing through the car as I came. Hard.
“Damn, you taste so good. Like sweet fucking cherries. Undress me, Sweetheart.” Finn licked his lips, and I whimpered.
I sat up on my elbows once I could breathe, tearing his shirt off and flinging it to the floorboards. My hands made quick work of his jeans, and he sprung out; Finn often went commando, and I rarely complained.
I bent to lick at the head, dripping with precum, and he growled. His hands tangled in my hair, and he thrust deep into my throat, both of us moaning. Then, just as fast, he pinned me back and sunk inside me.
“Oh, Jesus,” I screamed, nails clawing at his back as I bit into his shoulder, “fuck. Finn, yes. Please, baby, I missed you so much.” The feel of him filling me was like finally being complete again. Whole.
“Fuck, you’re pussy’s so greedy for me. I fucking love it. I missed being deep inside you. I never want to leave. Look at me, Gigi.” His hand cradled my jaw, yanking once, and I struggled to focus.
“Finn…please.” Watching me, he pulled out, and I whimpered, legs at his hips fighting to bring him back.
“Nothing else feels like me being inside you. It never will. Not for me; not for you. I fucking own you. I got the keys to you, Sweet Girl, but only because you got the keys to me.” Finn wound his left hand around my throat and bent to take my mouth.
Then he started thrusting. Fast and hard, deep thrusts that had the entire truck bouncing. His tongue fucked my mouth, suckling and seeking, as his cock pounded into me.
The dual sensations triggered another orgasm that rippled through me. Burning slow and lasting so long, I thought it was more than one. Finn let out a harsh curse against my mouth, biting at my lip. His fingers tightened at my throat, pinning me down.
“That’s it. Come for me. God damn, I love it when you come around my cock. Nothing else like it. Don’t you close your eyes. You let me see how fucking good this feels. I need it, Sweetheart.” I obeyed, though it was a task.
I focused on his face as his body claimed mine again, taking and taking. I gave and gave, my fingers digging into his skin, marking his flesh. Finn pressed close, shoving me up on the bench seat, his body weight delicious against mine.
My legs shifted higher on his hips, and he growled, pressing harder. Faster. I watched as his muscles bunched, his harsh sounds coiling in the space between us in puffs of icy air.
“Fuck, I can’t…I can’t even…oh fuck, yes. Just like that; come with me, Sweet Girl. Fuck, yes.”
My voice mingled with his as we came; the mere sight of his pleasure had thundered through me and shoved me over the edge his lovemaking had led me to.
“Finn!” When he collapsed against me, I clutched at him with my limbs, refusing to let him go.
Soon, I was shivering from the cold, and Finn sat up, bringing me on his lap. Twisting us to face the front, he tangled his fingers in my hair. Yanking, he touched his nose to mine and whispered something about it being beautiful. And it was.
This thing between us was fucking beautiful, and I loved it. Just as he was tucking his dick back in his jeans, a rap at the window had me shrieking.
“Shit. It’s the cops.” Finn laughed while I panicked; he was friends with most of them, but I was mortified.
