“<span>Motherfucker.”Finngrowls with frustration when he sees the limousine waiting for us in front of the restaurant.It’sin a no-parking zone, and the driver is holding a bottle of expensive-looking champagne. “Thatson of a bitch actually wants to fight,”Finnmutters under his breath.
Ihave to clutch my hands around my ribsI’ughing so hard.Ourwaiter informed us thatAngelocalled us a ride and would send us home with a nice bottle of champagne.Idon’t know when this cutesy pissing contest started between the two of them, but sinceI’mreaping the rewards,I’mrolling with it.
“Hedid sayIdeserved a limousine.”
“Youdo,”Finngrumbles and rolls his eyes. “Let’sgo.Mightas well make the most of it.”
I’mbeyond titited with the fancy ride, the champagne, and the tiramisuFinn’scarrying, which we were too full to eat at the fancy restaurant.Thisis better than my birthday dinner by far.Amake up evening that was worth waiting for.Ifeel like a princess.I’mbeing treated like a prin—
<i ss="calibre2">No.</i>
<i ss="calibre2">Aqueen.</i>
Thedriver opens the door, takes my hand, and kisses the back of it before he helps me into the vehicle.It’sawkwardly charming, butI’msoaking it all up.Howoften doIget to ride in a limo down theVegasStrip?
I’vebeen in a limo before but not like this one.Theplush leather seats are grouped together with a small table in between.Thereare built-inpartments for champagne on ice.There’seven a slim, elegant throw rug in the center of the vehicle.
“Goodgrief,Finn.”
“It’snormally forVIPevents,”Finnresponds, ducking his head into the limo. “WhenRue52 hosts celebrity receptions or dinners.”
“<i ss="calibre2">Oooh</i>, and what exactly doVIPsdo in the back of a limo inLasVegas?”Ipump my eyebrows atFinn.Imeant it as a joke, but his lips tighten into a t line before he licks them.
“Wantto find out?”
<i ss="calibre2">Honestly,Idon’t know.</i>Idon’t respond, just y dumb and shrug, butIknow exactly what the look onFinn’sface means.Straighteningup, he converses with the driver with the vehicle door wide open.
Hefishes out his wallet and hands the driver a hundred-dor bill. “Thisis to keep the partition up for the entire ride.”Tomy surprise, he hands the driver another bill. “Thisis to take the long way home.”Finnhands him a final bill. “Thisis to never, ever put your lips on my date again.Clear?”
“Yes, sir,” the driver says. “ShouldI…”Heholds out the bottle of champagne and points inside the limo with his thumb.
“No,I’lltake it from here.Thankyou.”
Finnslides into the vehicle and climbs over me, purposely rubbing his legs against mine as the driver shuts the door behind him.Hesets down our takeout and deposits the bottle of champagne into the ice bucket but makes no moves to open it or fetch the sses nestled on the built-in rack.Theminute he settles back into the seat beside me, his hand finds my upper thigh, uncovered due to the deep slit in my dress.
“Whydo you keep doing that?”
“What?” he asks, his eyes on my chest.Thelimo rumbles to life andIhear the sound of a blinker, but we don’t budge.Lookingthrough the tinted windows, traffic is bumper to bumper.It’llbe a while before we can start our trek home, unless some gracious vehicle halts and makes room for this extended limousine.
“WithAngeloand then the driver…you keep acting really protective.Likewe’re actually dating.Why?”
Finn’sanswer is simple. “Becauseit turns you on.”
Iscrunch my brows. “What?”
Hesmirks. “Notjust you.Mostwomen.”Herubs up and down my thigh, the heel of his palm pressing against my skin so hard it begins to redden. “There’ssomething about a man who’s protective of his girl that just gets women all kinds of wet.Thisentire dinner has been forey,Avery.”
Iclear my throat and give him an unimpressed stare. “Irealize that me asking you to teach me how to have good sex makes me<i ss="calibre2">seem</i>easy, butIdon’t consider feeding me<i ss="calibre2">forey</i>.”
“Really?”Finn’sbrow quirks in confusion. “Soit doesn’t turn you on whenImake every excuse to touch you in public?WhenIturn down every other woman in the room and keep my eyes only on you?It’snot sexy whenI’mwilling to break a man’s jaw for thinking he has a chance with the beautiful woman who showed up on my arm?”Hishand moves farther up my leg and then slides between my thighs.Instinctively,Ipress my legs together harder, but hisrge, strong fingers wedge between them. “Spreadyour legs,Avery.I’vebeen a gentleman all night.It’stime for my reward.”Hisvoice seems to drop an octave as he whispers in my ear.
Hesitantly,Ido asI’mtold.I’mnot hesitating becauseI’mnervous.I’mhesitating becauseFinnis inebriating andI’mgoing to let him fuck me in this limo.Theway my breath is ragged and the adrenaline is pooling between my thighs…it’s a done deal.ButI’mtaking a moment to brace myself becauseFinnis bringing out my inner freak.I’venever met her before.WhatifImeet her andIlike her?Whatif she wants to hang around?Whatif she only shows up forFinn?Whathappens whenItell her that she can’t keep him…he’s not mine…this is a game…between friends…
“So, tell me, are you wet for me?”
“Soaked,”Irespond.
Hislips turn down as he gives me an impressed head nod. “Thatdirty talk ising along nicely.”
Igive him half a chuckle, then he’s back to business.
“Showme.”
“Like…”<i ss="calibre2">Wait</i>…<i ss="calibre2">huh?</i>“HowdoIshow you that?”
Finnholds up his index finger.
Isquint one eye. “Youwant to finger me?”
Heshakes his head, wearing a smug smile. “No,Iwant<i ss="calibre2">you</i>to finger yourself.”
Myinner freak goes dormant andI’msuddenly on the brink of nervous chattering again.Theufortable pang in my chest goes from aroused to nervous in an instant. “Well…what are<i ss="calibre2">you</i>going to do?”
“Whatdo you think?” he snarks. “<i ss="calibre2">Watch.</i>”
Thelimo finally lurches forward, pulling into traffic.Finnremoves his hand, rises as best as he can in a covered vehicle, and moves to sit on the adjacent bench seat.Hesettles in his seat, his hungry eyes trailing over my body. “Comeon,Avery.We’reon a time limit now.Showme how you touch yourself.Don’teven think about lying by saying you don’t do it.Masondidn’t satisfy you a day in your life.Showme what you’ve been doing in private for four years.”
“Isthis um…another lesson?”Iask stupidly.I’mjust buying time, hoping my bravado catches up.I’venever masturbated for a man before, let alone in the back of a moving vehicle.Hotor wrong?Sexyor degrading?Deliciousor embarrassing?<i ss="calibre2">Idon’t know.</i>“Isthis what men like?”
Finnshrugs as he bites down on his lower lip. “It’swhat<i ss="calibre2">I</i>like.”
I’mtorn between my self-respect and burning desire to<i ss="calibre2">do whatFinnlikes</i>.
He’sbeen sweet all night.Italked.Helistened.He’sbeen patient and yful, protective and proud…he—<i ss="calibre2">oh.</i>
Iget it.
<i ss="calibre2">Theforey.</i>
He’sbeen priming me all night, acting like such a gentleman.Nowhe’s asking because he knows he deserves to get what he wants.There’sno other way to see it.Heearned it.<i ss="calibre2">Theclever bastard.</i>
Yankingmy panties to the side with my pinky,Itrail my middle finger against my crease.Ilook anywhere but atFinn. “Likethis?”Imutter.
“Youlook a little ufortable,”Finnsays.
“<i ss="calibre2">BecauseIam</i>.”
“Why?” he asks.
Theanswer is obvious.I’mon disy.<i ss="calibre2">Butwhy does that bother me?</i>AllFinnhas done is praise and worship my body.Thebulge in his pants right now is telling me his feelings aren’t all lip service.<i ss="calibre2">WhatdoIwant from him?</i>No.<i ss="calibre2">WhatdoIwant from me?</i>
It’spermission.
Toenjoy this.
Toget from this whatI<i ss="calibre2"></i>want.Tobe selfish and think about what the fuck it is that<i ss="calibre2">I</i>need.IwatchFinn’schest rise and fall.It’sclear he’s trying to control his breath.He’sgot both hands half tucked underneath his thighs, securing them as if he doesn’t trust them.Whatif for just a moment in time,Ilet myself believe that a man who looks likeFinnis turned on by a woman like me?N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.
Islip my longest finger into my slit.Feelingmy own wet heat,Iswivel my finger around until my arousal coats my entire finger.Holdingmy middle finger in the air,Isay, “See?Wet.”
“Holyshit,”Finnsays as he dips his head and rakes his hand through his hair. “Ididn’t actually think you were going to do it.”Hesmiles. “Sucha good student.”
“Areyouing back over here?”Ipat the seat next to me with my unupied hand.
“No.Please, for the love ofGod,Avery, do it again.”Hiseyes are burning, pleading, desperate…the wayIimagine women look at him.Iconsider my response asIfloat right out of my body and be a woman far bolder thanI’veever been.
“OnceIstart,Idon’t know ifIcan stop.”
Finnlets out a low, shaky breath. “Good.Allthe way.Letme see how you make yourselfe.”
Thefunny part is that the logistics are a well-rehearsed dance.Howmany times didIhave to take care of myself whenMasonfinished and didn’t bother to ask ifIwas okay?Howmany times didIget myself off fantasizing about my boyfriend, fucking me somewhere,<i ss="calibre2">anywhere</i>other than the bed in the pitch-dark?Howmany times didIwish a man wanted me so damn much that missionary wouldn’t satisfy the craving?Thathe’d need more…deeper…wilder.
Thatman is right in front of me, watching me finger myself untilIforget to care.Iforget to be embarrassed.Iforget about any and everything except finding my release asIslip my finger in deeper, over and over, trailing my slippery arousal over my clit.Ihike up my knee and press my heel into the edge of my seat whenIfeel the pressure of pleasure building.Theheat saturates my skin and goose bumps rise as my body tenses.
“Goodgirl,Avery.Youlook so fucking good.Youhave no idea how turned onIam…”
Finn’swords are garbled like he’s watching the show underwater.Istay focused on his eyes.Hiseyes, which are normally the lightest shade of baby blue, look like coal as they fixate between my thighs.Ihike up my other heel and widen my thighs in a deepV, unashamed at how exposedIam.
I’mso close.Itickle the tip of my clit, tensing at the ticklish sensation, butIneed something more to push me over the edge.
“Finn…say something…”
“Saywhat, baby?”
“Anything.”Myhead hits the back of my seat as my orgasm teases me, bubbling to the surface and then dropping back below.<i ss="calibre2">Ineed something.</i>Hishands?Histongue?Hisdick?Maybeone thing even more tempting…<i ss="calibre2">his heart</i>. “Tellme this means something.Eventhough we’re just friends.TellmeI’msafe and you care.”
“Don’tfucking stop,” he says as he crosses the space between us at record speed.Hislips smash against mine as he embraces me the best he can in this position.Iwhimper into his mouth ase, twitching and trembling in his arms as he pins me tightly in ce.Theblinding pleasure has barely subsided beforeFinn’spassionate kisses turn soft and tender, just light pecks beneath my ear and down my neck. “Icare about you,Avery.”Hekisses the tip of my nose. “Thismeans something.”
Ismile and nod into his neck. “Thankyou.”
“Thatwas really hot.”
Ichuckle, my breath hitting his skin. “It’sdespicable,Finn,”Isay teasingly. “Youmade me wait for dinner, didn’t book a limo,<i ss="calibre2">and</i>you made me do all the work back here?”Itut my tongue.
Hesnorts. “Ifyou think what you just did was work, then you have no idea howIfuck.”
Ipoke my tongue out at him.Itsuddenly dawns on me that the vehicle is stopped.<i ss="calibre2">Howlong have we been stopped?</i>“Arewe home?”
Finnnods slowly.
“Howlong?”
“Awhile.Youwere really getting into it…Youwere pretty loud back here.”
Myskin shrinks around my face, the reality of shame washing over me. “Sobasically,Ishouldn’t make eye contact with the driver?”
Finnnods, trying to hold in hisughter. “Probablywise.”Releasingme, he scoots over to the door and pushes it wide open.Afterstepping out first, he holds his hand out for me.Iadjust my panties, smooth out my dress, and collect my clutch before grabbing our takeout bag and the fancy bottle of champagne.Ihave to scoot awkwardly to the edge of the limo with my hands full and my clutch tucked beneath my arm.
Finnrelieves me of the bottle and takeout bag, securing my hand in his.Ilove when he does this.Whatman likes to hold hands?Ithought it was just for show at the restaurant, but here we are in the privacy of our neighborhood, with butterflies in my chest, andIfeel like a teenager again.
“Myce or yours?”Finnasks, leading me to the right, toward his home.
“Wait.”Ipull back. “Myce.Ihave to turn down aquarium lights so the fish can rest.”
“Godforbid the fish lose a night of sleep,”Finngrumbles.
“Hey, how would you feel if the sun rose and never set, hm?It’dbe jarring.Plus,Imade a promise toDexto take care of what matters to him.Itake mymitments seriously.”
“Fine,”Finnsays. “Isuppose location doesn’t matter anyway.Areyou ready?”
“Forwhat?”Wepause under the porch as the limo driver pulls away from the house.Finnleans against the doorframe asIfish for my keys.
“Tofind out what real work means.”
Myeyes snap to his face.
Hissexy smile grows. “Openthe door,Avery, and take your dress off.It’stime for ss.”