Page 4 of Late Night Talking
I’m grateful I decided to wear a skirt today, a knee-length summer skirt that I chose to commemorate the time we have before the air turns cold, but now my whole body feels like the hottest day in August. Finn’s hand finds the hem, and I moan into his mouth when he lets his fingers travel up the inside of my thigh.
Finn pulls away from me, his chest heaving as he gasps for breath, and then he wraps his hand around my throat. I gasp, feeling pulled in all directions at once, as he leans in, his breath right against my ear. “I’m not going to fuck you here, Devin. Not when I’ve waited so long to feel you again.”
My hips buck at even the suggestion that I might have him inside me again. He presses his hand a little harder into my throat, and I whimper, grabbing his arms, trying to find something to anchor me to the earth so I don’t float away in a wave of desire. I breathe his name. I don’t know what else to do. I shouldn’t be doing any of this. I have a boyfriend. I’m at work. But with his hand on me like this, I don’t care about any of it. I just want him to use me.
“Does he make you come as hard as I do?”
I slam my eyes shut. I can’t look at him while he’s talking to me like that. I don’t want to think about Ethan, about the way he can’t find my clit, and how he can’t figure out how to make me go off when he’s inside me. The number of times I’ve faked it.
But I know Finn needs this. Just like I need him holding me to the wall with his hand at my throat, not letting me move even a single muscle as he forces me to tell the truth.
“No,” I finally choke out. “He doesn’t make me come at all.”
I hear him stop breathing. I open my eyes, and see him settle in front of me, blue eyes alive with something scary. “He gets to fuck this pussy, and he can’t even make it come?”
His hand slips away from my neck, and he bends and wraps his hands around my thighs, hoisting me up between him and the wall and settling me right up against his hard cock. There’s nothing between us but the thin cotton of my underwear and his pants, and when he grinds against me, I scream.
He claps his hand over my mouth, and I claw at him in pleasure. Ethan can’t find my clit with a map, but Finn tilts his hips in one quick move, and the ridge of his cock is right up against that throbbing little nub. I groan into his hand, and he puts his mouth to my ear again. “I need you to get off, Devin. Right here, right now.”
He sets a rhythm, and I can’t believe we’re doing this here, when I’m supposed to be out on the floor, but I also couldn’t stop if the whole building was on fire. We’re like teenagers, dry humping through our clothes, so why is it the hottest thing I’ve done in ages?
Finn is still talking, even as his hips are stuttering against mine. “Are you getting yourself off when he’s not enough for you?”
All I can do is nod and focus on breathing. Last time Ethan and I had sex, and he rubbed me a few times before orgasming and rolling off me, I got in the shower and finished myself off.
“When you take care of yourself, what do you think about?”
I groan. He asked because he knows. Of course he knows. His cock between my legs hits a particularly good spot, and I keen against his hand. And instead of shifting away, he focuses on that spot, pushing hard and grinding into it, until the sounds I’m making are unintelligible.
“Do you think about me when you’ve got your hands between your legs?”
My eyes are closed, but I nod. Because it’s true. Every time. Since the day he left for London, every time I’ve made myself come, it’s been thinking about him.
Finn groans in my ear, and I wrap my legs around his waist, climbing higher and higher. “I thought about you, too,” he says, his voice a croak. “I think about you every time I wrap my hand around my cock. I think about your sounds and the way you used to swallow me up. My good little slut.”
I bite his hand and shriek through my orgasm.
“That’s it, that’s it,” I can hear him chanting, but the words feel miles away from the ringing in my ears.
When I slump against him, Finn takes his hand away from my mouth, and I realize he’s using it to hold me up instead. I uncross my ankles from around his back and put my feet on the floor. With my arms still around him, I kiss Finn on the cheek and say, “Did you come?”
He shakes his head. “Fuck no. I’m not coming again until I’m emptying myself inside you.”
I sigh, and he holds me for another second, my face pressed to his chest, before pulling away and helping me fix my hair. He takes my face in his hands and leans in to kiss me in that gentle way he always used to after we went at it like animals. He glances in the mirror to fix his own hair and the collar of his shirt before turning for the door.
“Finn.” I’m not even really sure what I was going to say, but whatever it was, as soon as he turns to face me again, I’ve forgotten it.
He seems to know, though. He always does. He sets one hand on the door handle and levels me with that icy stare. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, his voice low. “Take your time. I’ll be here.”
And with that, he leaves me there, more confused than ever.
Chapter Four
"Ihave to go away for a few days."
I stop chewing and look across the table at Ethan. This is the first thing he’s said since we sat down to dinner at our favorite Thai restaurant that I’ve really been able to process. My mind has been far too scrambled with memories of Finn from this afternoon. The taste of cigarettes and the grasp of his hands on my thighs and the press of him between my legs.
“What for?” I ask Ethan, trying to maintain my focus. The restaurant is loud, and my whole body is tired. Part of me just wants to go home, but home will be quiet, since Bonnie is working tonight. And Ethan is here, eating Thai food with me and giving me his kind smile. He even ordered us rose water without my having to ask.
