Page 59 of Burn It Down
“Mmm, not yet, Sweet Girl. Spread your legs for me. Good girl. Touch yourself. Let me watch you.” My eyes flew to his, my head snapping up.
Finn was watching me, his eyes hooded and dark as midnight. His hand stroked his cock through his jeans and he jerked his head at me. Urging me to obey.
I always did so I wasn’t surprised when my hand slid down between my legs. As if on its own accord. We moaned at the same time when my fingers pressed past my slickness, my back arching.
“Good girl. Don’t make yourself come. That’s for me. Just play with it for a while. Watch the show, Sweet Girl. I brought you here for the show. You are my show tonight. You look fucking beautiful.”
At his words, my skin flushed, making me doubt how beautiful I could be. The boys used to tease me for how easily I flushed, but it seemed to please Finn. Plus, he told me more than once the way he made me flush was different.
I had no doubt because everything with Finn was different. My fingers circled slowly, almost lazily, at my clit. I whimpered, trying to obey his demands. Focus on the show playing down below.
“Tell me more. Tell me something you don’t like about me. What do I do that drives you mad?” I glanced over, seeing him still stroking his erection through his jeans.
“Tease me. Not really,” I smiled when he lifted a brow, “because you never tease me without making me come later. I don’t like how you doubt what I feel for you. How bad I want you. How much I need you. I hate it, actually.” I moaned as I sunk my fingers in, intending to disobey him and grasp at the orgasm just within reach.
“Don’t you come, Gigi.” Finn’s voice was raspy and rough, the way it got when he was turned on.
“Please. I’m so close.” I pleaded as my hips bucked, my fingers pressing faster and harder.
“Stop. Watch the show.” Finn repeated, the music barely reaching me at this point.
Like always, I obeyed. Focusing as best I could on the show, I let the orgasm that was bound to come burn through me. It speared down my back and crawled through my veins. Burning me up as it begged for release.
My fingers slowed, but he hadn’t told me to stop completely. I glanced over to find him watching me, his breathing unsteady and his eyes darker than before. I needed him to touch me. It would take just the weight of his hand between my legs. We both knew that.
Finn, of course, did not touch me.
For long moments, I struggled to focus on the show, feeling him watching me. My fingers still circling my clit, two diving inside the wetness, and ruining the fancy chair. I spent most of the first act on edge. Just when I wondered how long he’d keep me like that, he moved.
Finn was on his knees in front of me, hands shoving my thighs open. The music soared over us, a crescendo as he dove between my legs. I cried out, barely muffled by the music.
Finn sucked my throbbing pussy into his mouth, and I came. Then he bit and sucked at my clit, his fingers spreading me to his tongue. I tangled my fingers in his thick hair, my hips arching to his mouth. My thighs trembled as he lifted them at his shoulders, spreading me wide open to him.
“Goddamn, your pussy tastes so good, Sweet Girl. Keep watching the show. I’m not done making you come yet.” Finn’s fingers slid back inside me, curling and pumping.
How he expected me to focus on the show, I had no idea. I heard the music and smiled a few times at the lines. My eyes stayed focused on his head between my legs. His eyes watching me as he so lewdly kissed me.
Finn’s mouth was a guaranteed orgasm when he focused it between my legs. His tongue pressed circles around my clit and his teeth nipped, and I was close again. Then his free hand reached up, and I gasped.
“Need to see them, Sweetheart. No one can see us. Keep watching.” Finn tugged the low top of my dress even lower, letting my tits fall out.
“Oh, God. Finn...baby, someone might see.”
I said it, but I didn’t really care. It was too dark for people to really figure out what they were seeing if they could see us. Finn clearly didn’t care. His fingers caressed and tugged at my nipples, taking turns with each side.
Jesus Christ. Pleasure pounded through me, harder and hotter than the last one. Just when I was close, his touch fell away completely.
Finn lifted, gripping the arms of my chair and pressing close. Before I could complain about needing more, he was kissing me. Sweet and salty from my own flavor, his tongue traced my lips then pressed forward. His teeth drug slowly over my bottom lip, and I arched.
My hands lifted to thread through the neat bun he had his hair in. Ruining it, no doubt. Then he tore away, and he was kissing my pussy like he had my mouth. Deep and slow, biting at my clit and driving me to the edge.
“Mmm, come for me, Sweetheart. Let me taste what's mine.” My fingers clutched at his shoulders as I obeyed once again.
“Jesus…fuck. Finn.” It was a hissed whisper as I tried to grasp at some decorum.
Finn lifted once more, watching me with hooded eyes. My orgasm left me breathless and barely able to focus on him. I gasped when his head lowered, suckling at my nipple. His fingers slid out, coming up to my mouth.
Watching him, I opened my mouth and let him sink his fingers inside. Finn growled as I sucked his fingers deep, careless they were soaked with my pleasure.
