<i ss="calibre2">Oh, sweet hell.</i>


    I’venever been this greedy in my life.I’fortable on my hands and knees on the hard deck becauseFinnfetched me a towel.That’sthe kind of manI’msleeping with.Hefolded up a beach towel for my knees, soIwas morefortable when he buried his tongue into me from behind.


    I’mnot rushing.Idon’t try to find my release in a hurry.Isimply enjoy myself and all the appreciative moans he’s making from between my legs.Thisis how the pretty girls must feel.Deserving.DoIdeserve this?<i ss="calibre2">Yeah…MaybeIdo.</i>Whendid whatIwant start to be less imp—


    “<i ss="calibre2">Whoa</i>!<i ss="calibre2"></i>Finn,”Isquall whenIfeel his finger tap gently against the wrong hole.


    “Sorry.Youdon’t like that?” he asks in a mumble, immediately removing his finger.Usingboth hands to spread me, he slips his tongue inside my crease.Hetilts his head so he can get even deeper.


    Everytime he enters me like that, the heady fog of pleasure takes over my entire body.Itfeels so good,Imight do something insanely irresponsible like allow thisGoliathof a man to take my ass, shortly before meeting my end.<i ss="calibre2">Deathby giant dick.</i>


    “No, it feels kind of exhrating actually, but—<i ss="calibre2">ah!OhGod…</i>”It’stoo damn hard to focus when his tongue is darting around like that. “Justnot tonight.Babysteps.”


    “Mmm,” he moans. “Okay, we’ll just do this tonight.”Hecocks his head to the side and flicks away at my clit, sending me down the river of indulgent pleasure again.Iwhimper and moan shamelessly.Itfeels natural.Itfeels right.Iwant him to know what he’s doing to me and how eptedIfeel, just asIam.Icouldn’t even fuckMasonwith the lights on.Inow have the sexiest-looking manI’veeverid eyes on with his tongue gliding all over my pussy like a rehearsed dance.Isthis all it takes?Askingfor whatIwant?


    “Finn?”


    “Yeah, baby?”


    “CanIhave your fingers too?”


    Hesinks his finger into me in reply. “Goodgirl for asking.Ofcourse you can.You’reso wet.Youlove this, don’t you?”


    Imoan as he coaxes me along with his sexy talk.


    “Youwant another?”


    “Yes, please.”This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    “Sopolite,” he mumbles as a second finger joins the first.Andthen to my great surprise, he curls them inside of me.


    <i ss="calibre2">Wait.</i>I’mnot new to this.I’vebeen fingered before, butFinnis going off-road.Insteadof a pumping motion, he seems more focused on stroking something.Imean to ask, but he’s moving too fast for me to understand what’s happening.Thepressure builds, but from a ceIdon’t recognize.It’sfar more intense, far more overwhelming.Ican’t even speak.Ijust bite down on my forearm as my knees go weak.


    Iopen my mouth, but only a raspy groanes out as he starts to move his fingers furiously.Thedeck begins to shake…<i ss="calibre2">Oris it just my body?</i>Somethingdoesn’t feel right.I’mon a brand-new cusp andIhave no fucking clue what’s on the other side.Butthe intensity is so punishingly delicious.Theoverwhelming waves of pleasure make me want to slip under the water and drown in this sensation.


    Ibite my lip when my orgasm explodes in a blinding rage, more intense thanI’veever felt before.I’mabout to scream outFinn’sname when—


    <i ss="calibre2">Holyshit.</i>Somethingslips…no…sprays.<i ss="calibre2">No, please no.</i>Ifreeze in ce.Absolutelymortified,Irefuse to let myself enjoy the post-orgasmic relief.BecauseIfeel<i ss="calibre2">it</i>dripping down the back of my thighs.IswearIthought it was a pornographic myth.Surely,Ididn’t just…squirt?


    <i ss="calibre2">Oh, sweet humiliation.Weeback.It’sbeen a little while.Thankyou for rearing your ugly head and ruining this for me.</i>


    Iturn over, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.Finn’sstill standing in the hot tub, the water rising to his hips.Ipray the beads of liquid on his chest are sweat, condensation, or sshes from the tub.Ihave to believe that, orI’lldie of embarrassment at this moment.


    “Don’t,” he says sternly when he sees my expression.


    Istudy his furrowed brows, assuming he’s horrified too, but the smile on his face is nothing but wicked. “I’mso sor—”


    “<i ss="calibre2">Don’t</i>,” he repeats, cutting me off.


    “Don’twhat?”


    “Apologizefor the sexiest thingI’veever fucking seen.Lieback,” he grumbles. “Rightnow,Avery,I’mserious.I’mso hard,I’mgoing to fuck you better than you’ve ever had it in your life.<i ss="calibre2">Lieback.</i>”Hegrabs me by my hips and scoots me to the very edge of the deck.Hemust be standing on the raised bench seat in the hot tub because suddenly he’s a few inches higher and his erection, which he just freed, is positioned right at my entrance.


    “You’renot grossed out?”


    “<i ss="calibre2">Grossedout?</i>Youknow that was intentional, right?”


    “Wasit?”


    “Hellyes, it’s my special skill.”Hesmirks as he hovers over me and presses his lips to mine.Itaste a hint of chlorine and myself.Alittle sweet, a little musky, butpletely hedonic. “Itake it you’ve never done that before?”


    “Ididn’t even knowIcould.”


    “I’mgoing to teach you a lot about what you can do.You’remine to y with.<i ss="calibre2">Allsummer</i>.”Histip nudges my entrance andIpush against his chest.


    “Wait.Ithought we were going to practice my blow job skills.”


    Finnnarrows his eyes, his lips turning down in contemtion.Heseems suspended between lustful need and sweet amusement.Hechooses the former. “Yougot yours.Nowit’s my turn.”Hepresses his lips against my ear. “AndIwant that wet pussy,<i ss="calibre2">right now</i>.”


    Straighteningup, he strokes along his cock, staring at me with my legs spread, like he’s debating how he wants to y this. “Holdyour knees,Queen.Ineed your legs out of my way so you can take my entire cock.Everyinch.”


    <i ss="calibre2">Goddamn, his dirty mouth stirs something up inside of me.</i>Iimmediately obey, pulling my legs up and outward by my knees.


    Hespits on my clit andIwrithe in ce as he uses his thumb to rub his saliva all over my crease.He’smoving so slowly, andIknow what he’s doing.<i ss="calibre2">Theanticipation.</i>It’skilling me.Ifeel likeIcoulde again from the look he’s giving me.


    “Thisis going to go fast.Notmy usual style, but that’s what you do to me.Doyou know that?I’mputty in your hands,Avery.”


    Hisloud, grumbly moan is allIhear when he ms into me.Ilose track of time and space.We’refucking amongst the stars for allIknow.Maybee again, maybeIdon’t.I’mnot really able to tell the difference anymore.Itall feels so good.Thebuild-up, the anticipation, the release—it’s<i ss="calibre2">all so good</i>.Ineed it all.I’mgoing to ask for it all.It’sclearIdon’t know what my body is really capable of.ButI’llfind out.Finn’swilling.AndIwant him to take me there.


    “Sucha fucking queen,” he whispers into my ear right before he roars, spilling inside of me.


    Mysensitivity is still so heightened, the beads of water from the hot shower tickle my skin.Itseems likeIfeel them one by one, cresting and breaking against my body.Ican’t wipe the stupid, goofy smile off my face.<i ss="calibre2">Thisis satisfaction.</i>Iwiggle my toes against the tile floor ofDex’soversized walk-in shower.<i ss="calibre2">HowhaveIgone this long without satisfaction?</i>


    Finn’swaiting for me with a towel outstretched in his hands whenIturn off the water.Herinsed and wrung out his swim trunks before putting them back on, butIknow he must be ufortable.Andhere’s the awkward part.Heneeds to go home and change…


    Butshould hee back?


    Istep out of the shower and letFinnwrap me up in the fluffy towel.Beingnaked around him finally feelsfortable.Ifeel like my body is his to explore now as much as it is mine.Hekisses the top of my head, breathing in my damp hair.


    “Ilike your shampoo.There’sa scentIcan’t quite ce.”


    “Theginger, probably.It’sthis ridiculously expensive designer brand.Idon’t usually spend a lot of money on beauty products, butIbuy good shampoo.Ithink it’s citrus, ginger, and a little mint.Thosescents shouldn’t work together, but somehow—”


    “Theydo,”Finnfinishes for me. “Itreminds me of this soap my dad used to bring back from theCaribbeanfor my mom.Sheloved it.”Finnrubs my shoulders with hisrge hands.Itfeels like home when he touches me.LikeI’mwhereIshould be.


    “Didyou guys get to travel a lot with your dad as amercial pilot?”


    “No.Hedidn’t want us to.”


    “Ah, makes sense.I’msure he didn’t want you missing school and such.”


    “No.Nothinglike that.”Finngrunts, his agitation apparent. “It’sjust harder to cheat on your wife when she’s around, you know?”


    “<i ss="calibre2">Shit</i>.”Myopen palm finds my forehead, making a loud, echoing smack in therge master bathroom. “Ididn’t mean to bring up—”


    “Oh, hey,”Finnsays, “it’s fine.It’sold news.Itold you, the stuff with my dad…it’splicated.”


    Ipat my body underneath the towel, soaking up the water droplets. “Howso?”


    “Becausehe’s such a dick to my mom, but if you take all that bullshit out, he’s a pretty great dad.It’sconfusing.Ihate him strictly for how he treated my mom, butIfeel guilty about it because he’s always been good to me.Inormally can dodge his calls just fine, butIhave to see him when he’s in town.Itkeeps the peace,Isuppose.”


    Reachingup,Ismooth the worry lines onFinn’sforehead.Hisbrows are cinched in dismay. “Doyou have to see him often?”


    “Nah, not really.Afew times a year.He’sactually in town next month.We’rehaving dinner.Wanttoe with me and be my decoy?”Helets out what sounds like a nervous chuckle.Ihalf expect him to add,<i ss="calibre2">just kidding</i>.Thisis ayer ofFinnIhaven’t seen before.Helooks a little vulnerable.


    Ismile at him like the world’s biggest smart-ass. “Askme.”


    “What?”


    “Ifyou want me to go,Iwill.Justask me for what you want.Don’tbe shy.”Iwink at him.


    “Andthe student bes the teacher,”Finnsays.Hetaps his fingers together in a sarcastic golf p. “Fine.Avery, will you please go to dinner with me whenIhave to meet my dad?Icould use a friend to get me through it.”


    Irise to my tiptoes, butI’mstill not tall enough to kiss his cheek.Ireach around the back of his neck and pull him a little closer. “I’dbe happy to,”Isay into his ear beforeIpress my lips against his smooth cheek.


    “Thankyou.”


    Isnuggle into my towel and smile atFinn, right beforeIshoo him away. “It’sa date.Butnow,Ineed to sleep off all our shenanigans from this evening.”Perfectlytimed, arge yawn ovees me. “AndI<i ss="calibre2">know</i>you must be wrecked as well.”


    Ican almost see the words on his lips.Iswear if he asked,I’dsay yes tonight.I’mso happy.Icould pretend for just one evening thatIcould keep this man to myself forever.<i ss="calibre2">Sayit,Finn.Askme if you can stay over.</i>


    Hesettles for a lingering kiss on my forehead, then follows up with a quick peck on my lips. “Getin bed.Getcozy,Queen.I’lllock up behind me.Seeyou soon.”


    Finnwaves over his shoulder as he exits the bathroom.Idry myself off and make my way into the bedroom whereI’vefinally taken advantage of some of the drawersDexcleared out for me.Afterweeks of staying here,Ino longer live out of a suitcase.


    Ipull on a pair of my mostfortable ck cotton panties.Omittinga bra,Iyank on a thin tank top in a hurry as it hits me.<i ss="calibre2">Thisevening shouldn’t end like this.Staywith me…Holdme…We’realready in way over our heads.Let’sjust dive in.</i>Ifly down the stairs, thudding loudly asIsprint likeI’mheaded to an emergency.Butit took too long for me toe to my damn good senses.


    It’stoote.He’salready gone.Idebate calling, but my descent down the stairs was enough time to remind myself thatFinndeserves a friend who stays true to her word.Iasked him for a favor.Myintention was not to trap him.IfIasked him to stay, he would, out of guilt…maybe pity.Eitherway, for some reason,Ihave a hold over him andIdon’t think it has anything to do with infatuation.Ithink he feels bad for me.Alesser woman would exploit that.


    <i ss="calibre2">Iam not a lesser woman.</i>


    Istand alone in the living room, feeling deted, watchingCherryglide across the dimly lit tank.I’msure she thinks it’s moonlight.<i ss="calibre2">It’sall synthetic, sweetheart.Justa ruse your daddy created, who is off swimming with fish in the real ocean.</i>She’smoving so slowly, it’s strange.<i ss="calibre2">Howquickly do fish age?</i>Takinga step closer,Ipeer into the tank, following her slow,nguid movements.Itstartles me when she pauses in ce, seemingly motionless, except for her fins barely waving to keep her afloat.<i ss="calibre2">Odd.</i>Iswear if my fish friend is belly up tomorrow,I’mgoing to lose my shit.


    “Hangin there, girl.I’llcall the aquarium guy tomorrow.”Maybetheir pH is off.Thatwould be my luck.Ioffer to take care ofDex’sfish andIend up murdering them all by neglect asI’mliving out my dirtiest fantasies all overDex’shome.Hetold me to make myselffortable, but byfortable he probably did not mean naked on his couch with my legs hooked overFinn’sshoulders.


    <i ss="calibre2">Damn.</i>Icringe to myself.Thatdoes note off well.Iwonder how he’d take it if he knew whatFinnandIwere up to.Itmight be the first time a client has ever fired me.Andhell,Dexwould be justified in doing so.