Page 8 of Burn It Down
“Finn, wait...wait.” Finn obeys, stilling his hands but refusing to let me go.
“Whatever you need, Sweet Girl. Tell me what I can do. I’m so fucking sorry.” I try to focus, but his big hands are still all over me.
Though he stopped moving, he has me locked back against him. My favorite fucking place to be. His heart is pounding against me; I can feel it at my cheek.
One large hand shoved at my panties and is cupping my sex. Roughly. One long finger slipped between me, seeing how wet I am for him. The other is cupping my left breast.
That magic mouth of his is at that spot between my neck and shoulder. The place where a simple kiss or a rough nip from his mouth can undo me. Still, he doesn’t move. Just holds me, and so I start to cry. Like ugly, chest wracking sobs. Finn makes a sound and brings me closer.
“Sweetheart don’t. I’m so fucking sorry,” This seems to be his mantra tonight, “Tell me how to fix this? I never meant to hurt you, Gigi. You know fucking better. I tried.” Before I can respond, I’m twisted and lifted against him. Cradled against his massive chest.
Without a word, Finn shoves open the door leading into Cage’s place, slams the door shut behind him and then he’s kissing me. Or I’m kissing him. I don’t know how it happens, but it does. His mouth is sweet and tastes of whiskey.
Which I don’t doubt because he’s never so open without some booze in him. I’m falling back, and then his delicious weight is on top me. We’re on the couch and before I can speak, my sweater is gone and his shirt is too. Then he breaks away, his large hands cupping my face as he watches me in the dark.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Tell me what to do. I don’t want to hurt you, Sweet Girl. Never. I know I did. I know I fucked up. I don’t know how to do something like this.”
“Something like this? Oh, you mean being with someone for more than wanting to get your dick wet?” Finn growls and thrusts his hips, letting me feel his dick pulsing.
“Yes, Gigi. I wantedyou. For more than that sweet pussy.” I moan as he grinds against me; I came here to tell him to fuck off.Why do I think he may end up getting me off first?
“No, you don’t know how to do this. Because you hurt me,” The tears are back and he presses close, kissing them away, “You lied to me the entire fucking time, Finn.” His mouth takes mine and I have to struggle to remember I’m pissed off him. I hate him. I do.
“No. I lied to everyone else because I was fucking terrified. I never touched another woman after you, Gigi. I never even went to the pub after we started, unless you were there with me. I fucked up the night Cage caught us. I should have told him you were mine right then.” Well, that was a new development.
“Finn, I don’t.…I don’t trust you. I pretended that shit you did right in front of me didn’t bother me. It broke my fucking heart, Finn. For years, I wanted you, but I wasn’t good enough.” Finn growled and caught my hands, pinning them above my head with one of his.
“Bullshit. You are too good for someone like me, Gigi. I tried to stay away because I didn’t want to ruin you. But I did it anyway,” My sweater is shoved up suddenly, “I was greedy with you and I took you because I fucking wanted you. I want you now. I don’t think it will ever stop; even if it should.”
Then he bent over me, pressing his mouth between my breasts. I cried out as his tongue traced the swell of my breasts, my nipples hard against the lace. I had more to say. A lot more.
Like telling him not to touch me like he was. To keep his fucking hands to himself. His tongue and teeth too. But he yanked at my bra with his teeth and then he suckled at my nipple and I couldn’t talk. I was rocking against him, feeling his cock hard and heavy against the thin cotton of my leggings.
I wanted him. Just like he had said; I would always want him. My fingers tangled in his thick, long hair, yanking hard when he bit at my nipples, then sucked away the pain. My hips bucked when he began grinding against my pussy, hard and rough. Just like he knew I loved it.
Somehow, my yoga pants were gone and his basketball shorts were shoved aside. My hands found his cock and he growled into my neck. Biting and sucking. I stroked him, not caring about the reason I was here. Just wanting him. Needing him again. It had been weeks and only Finn could make me feel this crazed.
When his fingers spread me open, and he murmured about how wet I was for him, I cried out his name. He thrust two fingers inside me and pumped slowly. My hands worked him to the same rhythm, his hips rocking gently.
“Fuck, I missed how your pussy feels. So fucking perfect. Let me inside again. I need to make you come. I need to hear it. Please, let me fuck you again.”
I whimpered as I nodded, needing it more than I could say. Mostly because I couldn’t talk as his fingers curled inside me and pumped, making me come so hard I screamed his name again.
“Yes. Please, Finn. Fuck me again. Please.” His hands pinned mine to the couch and he thrust as his mouth took mine.
“God damn, Sweetheart. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. I missed you so much, Gigi. Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes when I’m inside you.” My eyes fluttered up to meet his as he started pumping into me.
“Make me feel good, baby. Make me come with you inside me again. I need it.” I needed to have a talk with my pussy later. Bitch betrayed me.
“Yes. You’re so fucking beautiful. I need it too. I need it too.” Then he took control, his big body pounding into me as he fucked me hard.
My head threw back, my mouth open as I cried out, but I never looked away. Finn was beautiful. All sinew and muscle, blonde and golden and for a moment, he was mine.
For a while, I thought he always would be. I had wanted it so fucking bad. Now I knew better. Knew he would never let me keep him. Because he set out to destroy everything good in his life. That’s just what he did. It’s what he knew.
As I arched into his thrusts, cried out his name and let him fuck me, I knew it was the last time. I knew he would ask for more, and God, I wanted to give him more. And I knew I couldn't.
Finn wouldn’t give me what I needed. He would never be just mine, and certainly never for keeps. I don't know if he could let himself be happy enough to allow that.
