Page 66 of Rules in Love
While considering what little I wouldn’t do if he kept ordering me about and calling me baby, I raised myself from his lap. The smoothness of his words didn’t carry over to condom application. It was adorably obvious Finn hadn’t used one in a while, and it took several curse-filled tries to get it rolling. I enjoyed the process while hovering over him, running an unhelpful commentary, and kissing his chest.
“Gotcha, ya bastard!” He celebrated by gripping my waist and sucking my right boob till I was begging for him to be inside me.
“Take me hard, Finn. Hard and fast and rough.” I dropped my hips and slid down, groaning as his thick, already glistening tip slipped inside. Finn’s head fell back and hit the couch as I continued to take him in.
“Such a perfect little pussy, baby. So wet, warm, and tight for me. Just like I knew it would be.”
Inch by glorious inch, he filled me like no one ever had, and the animalistic sounds coming from my body were unlike any I’d heard myself make. I rolled front and back, leaned side to side, and bounced up and down, every new angle delivering a new sensation.
“Your boobs look amazing. I could watch them bounce forever.”
“And you feel so good…amazing. But Finn, I need you to break me. I need you to hurt me.” It was a desperate sob, a pathetic plea that had him bracing me in his palms and flipping me onto my back and repositioning us lengthwise on the sofa. Somehow still inside, he pulled out before driving into me.
“Now I can rail you as you deserve. Christ. You’re tight as sin and need to be fucked like the devil.” Again and again, he repeated his pattern, drawing all the way out and slamming back in. Each thrust increased in ferocity until he was fucking into me so hard I feared I would shatter into a thousand pieces and thank him for doing it.
My soul left my body when he draped my legs across his shoulders, lifted higher onto his knees, and absolutely annihilated me. My head rolled back and slammed into the arm with each pounding thrust. I cried for more so loud and long my voice was hoarse.
Sweat dripped from Finn’s forehead onto my breast. His effort, the all-out punishing force, was unsustainable. His arms gave way, his chest dropped, and I discovered that the weight of Finn Austen’s body against mine was everything I’d been missing. That and his lips. Lips that kissed and breathed life into me with every thrust in a way no other had and, I knew, ever would.
We lay skin to skin. Connected. Moving as one.
“I can feel you clenching around me, Red. I have to slow down. I can’t take much more.”
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”
The desperate crack in my voice seemed to spur him on. I could feel he was losing control, his thrusts wild and messy, but the boy was nothing but determined. He gritted his teeth and continued to smash against me with an almost violent force.
Life changed as I clawed into his back, and an orgasm stronger than I’d ever believed possible swept through my body.
“I feel you coming. You’re squeezing me so tight! I’m, I’m. . .” Finn’s hips bucked and then stilled, and I felt the release and relief in his body as he spilled inside me. A sweaty, sated mess, his face laid between my breasts, and he continued to roll his hips as our bodies met at their peak. I buried my face in his curls, kissing the top of his head, then fell back against the cushions.
“I’ll never forget this, Finn.”
“I’ll never give you the chance.”
Finn
I’d been awake in Scarlett’s bed, mentally tossing between jubilation and fear while watching her sleep and breathe like a creep, for hours. I’d had one of, if not the best night of my life, but I couldn’t let myself enjoy it.
When I slipped her the big one, a bit of my heart accidentally snuck in too. One teeny-tiny morsel of me floating around in a whole other person shouldn’t have been an issue. But the problem was I’dslippedinside her, fully protected and with consent of course, I think four times, and on each glorious occasion, a bigger piece of me remained. That’s quite a lot of my heart in a woman I already knew would never be mine—not like I wanted, anyway. I was going back to Sydney. New York was not permanent for me.
How can I give myself and lose myself in her when I know I’m leaving?
A brilliant idea came to me at five a.m. I should stop being a pathetic bitch and have fun. Scarlett said it herself in the alley. Maybe this could be a one-time thing, and we could go back to being friends. Not one piece of my being wanted that, but maybe it was for the best. I decided to wake her and talk it through before I left, but then she rolled over, pressed her ass against Finn Jr., wriggled it around a bit, and I forgot. Instead of a serious, heartfelt discussion over where we stood, I distracted myself by raising the sheet and admiring her nakedness. Shimmying underneath, I positioned myself between her legs, with a hand on her boob and my mouth on her pussy.
Her whole body shivered when I kissed the very top of her slit. She sighed, her hips lifted from the mattress, and her fingers wove through my hair. “Finn,” a sexy, sleepy voice purred. “Finn, what are you… Oh, you don’t… Oh, that’s nice. Oh, oh, oh…but, Finn, wait. Wait.” I glanced up and found Scarlett, staring at me flushed face and wide-eyed and not in a good way. She looked horrified and left me face-planting the mattress when she pulled her legs to her chest and scooted from my grip.
“Scar. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have presumed. Please, I’m so sorry.” I propped myself up on my elbows and wiped my mouth with my shoulder. Never in my life had I wanted a fiery pit to hell to open at my feet as I did at that moment. And by the look on Scarlett’s face, she would be pushing me out of the way to drop through first.
“No. You don’t need to apologize. It felt lovely. It’s just that you don’t have to do that. I mean, no one else has ever…” She began to chew her nails like it was her last meal. “I’m just gonna say it. Finn. I’m like…a virgin.”
It was not the time to laugh. She looked so sincerely worried. So, of course, I laughed so hard it hurt—as did the warranted whack to the back of my head. “Um, okay. Look, I hate to break it to you, Red, but just tonight, we’ve had sex in this bed, on your couch, in the kitchen, and in the bathroom.Andyou have a child. I’m pretty sure your virginity expired some time ago.”
“Yes, I know that, smartass. I mean with tongue…down there.” She pointed down to her pelvic region in case I didn’t know what she meant. Cuteness personified. Then, for some reason, maybe to break the news gently, she whispered, “I’m an oral virgin.”
Slow blinking with my jaw at my feet felt like a natural and justified reaction. As was taking a moment or two to process and choose my next words wisely. My laughing hadn’t gone down too well, and with the shock wearing off, I realized this was a fucking tragedy…for her. For me, it was a pussy goldmine. “Scarlett, what I am about to say is deadly serious.” I took a deep breath, scooted to her side, and held her hand. “I think this may be my mission, my reason for being. Eating you out for the first time is my purpose in life. Please let me do this for you. Let me be your first.”And last.
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth and picked at her nails again, “But what if you don’t like it?”
