Page 104 of What About Us
Chapter 37
Finnley
“Get back on yourknees.” I almost don’t recognize his voice when he says it—low and rough—but I don’t hesitate when his palm connects with my shoulder, shoving me down. Once I’m there, I turn my eyes to him and wait, anticipation ricocheting through my entire body.
His gaze is dark, his chest rising and falling quickly. His body is wound tight, every muscle looks poised to take what he wants, but he hesitates. I’m not sure whether he’s questioning himself or debating stopping, but I am so turned on that I swear if he does stop, I will punch him right in the junk.
My core is throbbing, and I don’t think I have ever been this wet; this turned on. I don’t know where the fumbling, awkward man from a few minutes ago went, but he can stay the fuck gone because in his place is someone commanding, possessive, and sexier than ever. He’s still Hudson, but something in his gaze and the set of his jaw is different, and I am fucking here for it.
His voice is all gravel and need when he finally speaks. “Such a good fucking girl waiting on your knees for my cock, aren’t you?”
Oh fuck.
I squeeze my thighs together and pull in a labored breath, nodding. “Yes.”
His fingers thread roughly into my hair, and he grips the base of his cock in the other hand. My pulse takes off at a gallop and my stomach flips. I try to push closer, desperate for everything he’s offering with a need that is completely consuming. I sigh when he barely touches the tip to my lips. He runs the head over them, using it to pull down my bottom lip. He taps his cock against it with an appreciative hum.
His eyes are hooded and dark, and his grip is tight in my hair, just this side of painful. “How’s your gag reflex, Finnley?”
“Oh, my God,” I moan, every nerve ending in my body sparking to life.
“Stick out your tongue.” I do, and when he rests the tip of his cock on it, a low, primal sound vibrates from his throat. Then, he lifts his chin at me, dark hair falling over his forehead. “Use that tongue, pretty girl. Show me how bad you want it.”
I love him from this angle—towering over me, dominant and commanding. It’s nothing like the sweet and easygoing man I’ve known half my life.
With my eyes locked on his, I tease the underside of the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue, licking and then sucking lightly. Then, I run it up the slit, before circling the swollen crown and pulling it into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it twice, then suck him deeper.
He lets out a rough breath. “I knew your mouth would be fucking heaven.” He pants. “Fuck.”
I moan, loving how full my mouth is; how wide I have to open just to fit half of him inside. I want to reach for my clit so badly, but I want this to be about him. I pull off him a bit, focusing on his head, and tease the underside of it again. Judging by the change in his breathing, I can tell it’s a particularly sensitive spot.
He grunts softly when I take him back into my mouth. “You sure about this?”
I slide him out of my mouth just long enough to nod and say, “I’m sure,” before pulling him back in.
He groans, his eyes fluttering closed, and then opening again as he watches me. He drags in a breath and his jaw ticks before he speaks again. “Then I’m gonna fuck this pretty mouth now, Finnley,” he says through gritted teeth. “I don’t think I have it in me to be gentle.” He runs his thumb over my jaw, concern and barely restrained need painted over his features. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much, yeah?”
Keeping my eyes on his, I nod, with his cock stuffed in my mouth. He pushes in a bit deeper, then gives me a couple of seconds to adjust to his size in my mouth before his hips snap forward. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag. Hard.
“Fuck, yes.” He pants, hand tightening in my hair, with dark eyes, jaw set, and hips snapping forward again. “Gag on it.”
The salty tang of his precum explodes in my mouth and my eyes tear up. He thrusts again and I gag a second time. Clamping my thighs together, I’m writhing on the floor, searching for friction on my aching clit as I take him in further.
His thrusts are steady and deep, his hand in my hair keeping me pinned where he wants me. I relax my jaw and let him move freely in and out of my mouth, adding just a bit of suction on the out-stroke. It should feel shameful, the way he’s using my mouth like it’s just a hole for his pleasure alone, but I’ve never felt so powerful. He’s fucking into me with abandon, and yet, I feel completely in control of this sexy, beautiful man.
“You like sucking my cock like a good, little slut, pretty girl?” He tilts his head and bites down on his lip, hips snapping forward again with a low grunt. “Hmm?”
I hum in affirmation and his grip on my hair tightens.
His eyes are hooded and filled with so much lust, it makes my skin tingle. “Can you take me deeper?”
I nod my head in his grasp, eager to please him. He’s not being gentle, but I love it. It’s animalistic and filthy and makes me feel so sexy. Another thrust snaps his hips forward. My body is on fire when I gag around him again. His words are like a match, igniting something raw and primal in my veins.
I can’t get him deep enough. So, I swallow, trying to relax my throat so he can thrust deeper. I have never considered myself an expert on blow jobs, but the sexy sounds he makes have me wanting to give him the best head of his life.
“This tight, little throat was made for me,” he grinds out, and I whimper around his length again when he thrusts deeper still.
Saliva tracks down my chin. It’s filthy and I wish I could see us, him towering over me, my mouth full of him.
