Page 92 of What About Us
“Where do you want it? Tell me where it aches.”
“Everywhere.” Eyes closed, she shakes her head. Her voice is desperate. “My clit. Do it on my clit. Please.”
“Like this?” I drag it in a long sweep from her lace-covered entrance, up the damp slit, then circle it once around the swollen bud at the top.
“Yes,” she hisses out, rocking her hips, and her head falls back again. “More, please. I can’t— I need more.”
My hand follows the same track with a little more pressure this time and she cries out.
“Take them off, Huddy. Touch me.” She brings a hand up, gripping mine in hers, then uses her thumb to hook into her panties as her eyes meet mine.
A shaky breath leaves my lips. With a nod, I smooth my thumb over the lace covering her pussy. Her hips buck up and her knees tremble a bit. Palming the queen, I keep my eyes on hers as I work my fingers just under the waistband of lace. I want to watch her face, but seeing Finnley exposed to me for the first time is something I want seared into my memory. I drag my eyes from hers.
Pulling the lace down, centimeter by centimeter, my mind reels. I’ve imagined this moment more times than I can count over the years, and nothing compares to the sight of her hip bones and the little hollow below her belly button coming into view. Her skin pebbles with goosebumps. The line of her thighs makes my mouth water as I pull her panties lower, and suddenly, I’m met with the tiniest view of soft curls. My mouth goes dry when I realize she wasn’t just fucking with me about the whole shaving thing.
I’ve never been too picky about pussy—whether its clean shaven or natural. If it’s warm, wet, and clean, I’m in. But something about seeing her like this makes mefucking feral. I didn’t expect the straight shot of lust rushing to my cock at the sight. I haven’t even gotten her pants all the way off, and I’m already this close to blowing my load at the sight of her barely exposed to me.
“Fuck me,”I breathe out.
She lifts her hips with a breathy chuckle, allowing me to pull her panties off and down both her legs. Her legs slowly fall open, and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. She’s so swollen and wet, and a groan slips out of my lips when I realize every bit of her perfect pussy is the same dark rose color as those perfect fucking lips I love kissing.
I run a hand up her inner thigh. “So fucking beautiful, Finnley.”
Her sharp intake of air has me looking up at her. Her eyes are dark pools, pupils wide in the darkened living room. “Say it again,” she rasps.
I tilt my head slightly, a question in my eyes. “What?”
“My name,” she whispers, running her bottom lip through her teeth. “Say it again.”
Something tightens in my chest when I realize this may be the first time I’ve directly called her by her first name in…years. It’s usually Jameson, or sometimes babe, when we’re teasing one another. It feels significant. For both of us.
And now, she’s a Hayes. It makes me want to abandon my efforts to savor this moment and take her upstairs and really make her mine, in more than just name. I want to brand myself on her skin, bury myself in her so deeply, she’ll never forget who she belongs to. The thought steals the breath from my lungs, and I shake my head, bringing my focus back to the delicious view spread out before me.
My gaze meets hers and my voice is a harsh rasp of barely restrained need. “Can I taste you, Finnley?”
“Oh, my God. Yes, please,” she moans, her fingers flexing on the table behind her. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breathing.
I bring the smooth nub of the white marble to her clit lazily circling it twice, making her jump.
“God, that’s cold.” She chuckles.
“Sorry,” I whisper before sliding the smooth marble into my mouth. I only meant to warm it up a bit before teasing her with it, but the second I get the slightest taste of her, I know I can’t wait one more second to have my mouth on her.
“Fuck that,” I grit out and she smiles, watching me.
Tossing the queen to the side, I grab her thighs and push them apart, exposing all of her to me. Leaning forward, I take one, long stroke of my tongue from her entrance all the way to her clit. Fuck, if she’s not the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. The groan I let out is inhuman.
A breathy moan escapes her lips and she arches her back as I dive back in. I lick and suck softly, then drop lower to run my tongue over her entrance, darting quickly inside and gathering more of that sweetness. Then, I swipe up to her clit. I could die right here between her thighs, and I’d die the happiest man on Earth.
She rocks her hips, grinding herself against my mouth with little grunts and pants. She sounds unbelievable. I can’t wait to get her on my cock. She’s already soaking my face and I’ve barely gotten started.
Ducking my head again, I watch her face when I spear my tongue inside her, and her hips buck up, finding a rhythm she likes. Her hips roll and the fingers of one hand dive into my hair, pulling me closer.
“Mm, fuck… Huddy, don’t stop,” she mumbles, all breathy and sexy as hell.
“Daddy?” Paige’s voice from upstairs breaks the silence.
I freeze just before closing my lips around Finn’s clit, and my eyes flick up to hers. They’re wide with shock, and she’s gone completely still as well. Her eyes dart to the stairs and she shakes her head, answering my silent question. Thankfully, Paige hasn’t come completely out into the hall at the top of the stairs.
