Page 62 of Heir of Fire
“We’re in public, we can’t do that here.” Her mind seemed to be logical, but with every single movement of his hips, his mouth, his hands, her body was about to scream,Forget it.
“We won’t fuck then.” He stopped everything, turning her around on his lap so she was now sitting with her back against his chest.
It was dark enough in both the suite and the arena that no one would be able to see inside, but still the thought of anyone looking in and seeing them in this position caused butterflies in her belly.
“What are you doing?” she asked as his hands settled on her thighs, rubbing the skin.
“Watching the fight like you wanted.” His voice was deep and rough. Lips found her ear, biting on the skin before he whispered, “Just don’t make a sound.”
She swallowed harshly, biting her lip. His right hand moved up her thigh, disappearing under her dress. Gianna tried to focus on the fight happening down below. She had no idea who the fighters were or who she was supposed to be rooting for. So far, there was no blood on the ring and neither seemed to be in any serious pain.
She gasped when she felt his fingers through her underwear, rubbing along her pussy slowly. It was barely a touch, but her body was already melting.
“Not a peep, princess,” Finn said, adding more pressure. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know I’m playing with your pussy in here or we’ll have to stop.”
“Don’t stop. Please,” she begged.
She could feel his smile against her cheek. “Needy.”
His movements stopped for a moment, but it was only so he could push her underwear to the side and feel her without any fabric in the way. Gianna closed her eyes, desperately trying to not make a sound.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned while rubbing circles on her clit. “Fuck, I missed this pussy.”
He kept up the tortuous pleasure. Gianna leaned her head back on his shoulder, letting herself get lost in every single wave of pleasure that swept through her.
“Eyes open, princess. You need to be watching the fight,” Finn said, stopping again. “Or are we done here?”
“No,” she nearly shouted. “Don’t stop.”
She looked down at the ring again, noticing that both fighters were exchanging blows with each other. Blood was now smeared on the floor of the ring, coating their bodies as well. She thought about Finn the night of his fight, when he was covered in blood and sweat. A rush of pleasure shot through her.
It didn’t help that one hand was still on her clit while the other one was now thrusting a finger inside of her, curling up to hit that spot inside that he had made his mission to find every single time. Gianna clenched her jaw, desperately trying to stay quiet. Her nails dug their way into his arm, the stimulation pushing her further and further to an orgasm.
“You’re almost there,” Finn said, moving his hands quicker. The sounds of his hands moving inside of her slick cunt filled the suite and it made her feel unbelievably dirty. “Don’t come yet.”
“What?” she asked, nearly delirious.
“You’ll come when I say you can.”
“Please,” she begged. “Finn.”
“I love when you beg, princess,” he said, looking at her with dark eyes. “But don’t be a brat and hold on for me.”
She tried—fuck, she did. But everything was becoming too much. She looked down at the ring, seeing that one opponent was knocked out and the other one was standing above him in victory.
Gianna could feel her orgasm approaching. She couldn’t hold on. Fuck, there was no way.
She turned towards him, pressing her lips to his to help silence herself as the orgasm ripped through her. Finn kept fucking her with his fingers, letting her ride out her orgasm until she was completely spent. Gianna pulled away, breathless and undeniably happy.
He slipped his hands out of her dress just as the lights were coming back on, licking the moisture from her off them. He grabbed a napkin from the table, wiping the rest of it off.
“Is there another fight?” Gianna asked, leaning on him. “Or what’s the plan now?”
Finn gave her a look that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Something that looked wicked. “Now, we’re going back to the hotel so you can experience your punishment.”
“Punishment? What the hell for?”
He leaned in close. “You came before I said you could.”
