“You did good tonight,” I murmur as I rub my thumb along her lip. The naughty little flower sucks my thumb into her mouth, and it has my cock stirring to life once more. I’m almost certain this woman was sent here to kill us both.
I move silently, crawling over Finn to reach the beauty. I tug her legs toward me, and they splay open. Finn shuffles to the side, giving us room. His fingers dart between her thighs, and a whimper tumbles from her lips. He brings both digits up to my mouth, and I suck them clean of her juices. The sharp, sweet and salty flavor bursting on my tongue. It causes me to moan, needing so much more of their arousal. I lean down between Zaria’s thighs and I lap at her pussy. The glistening lips are smooth, but her mound has a trimmed triangle of hair. Her legs press against my head as I part her cunt and suck her clit into my mouth. My tongue darts out to dip into her warmth, and the sticky, sweet cum drips onto my lips.
“Fuck,” Zaria moans as her hips lift, rising up to ride my face like she is about to explode once more. I don’t let up my ministrations, and when I glance up, I find Finn’s captured her nipple with his mouth. Her body is merely a plaything for us to enjoy. And fuck, I’m enjoying myself more than ever.
Zaria’s one hand pulls at me for more, and I don’t deny her anything she craves. I thrust two fingers inside her, crooking them to rub against her sweet spot, which has her crying out my name over and over again. I can’t help but smile against her pussy as I feel her pulse around the digits, and I pump them faster and faster. My hand a blur as I bring her right to the edge. I watch her face contort in pleasure, but the moment she’s about to leap over the edge, I pull my fingers out and hear a “what the fuck?”
“Just playing with you, Rosebud,” I tell her, a smirk curling my lips. I count to ten, watching her narrow her eyes on me. Her frustration is evident, but she’ll thank me later. I start again, dipping into her tight heat, finger fucking her until she’s about to come then stop again.
“Jarred, you’re a bastard,” she bites out through clenched teeth, causing Finn to chuckle. “I’m serious.” The need is thick in her voice, her nipples are tiny little peaks of want while Finn taunts them slowly, methodically. He knows what he’s doing. The man is a fucking expert when it comes to pleasure. I would know. He’s done it to me far too many times in the past. And I know there’ll be many more in the future as well.
I drop my head and get back to work on Zaria’s tight pussy as I move my hand back and forth. Her walls are tightening around my fingers, sucking them in deeper. I give her another digit, stretching her open, and laving at the wetness that’s coating my hand. The scent of her is like a drug, and I inhale her like I’m a dying man in need of sustenance.
This time, as I bring her to the precipice of pleasure, I don’t stop. I move my fingers against her G-spot, my tongue flicking over the hardened bundle of nerves, and the moment I feel her flutters of an orgasm, I move faster, thrusting my fingers so deep, taunting that spot inside her. It doesn’t take long for her to fly free as her body shudders, her legs tremble, and my name is screamed out like a prayer sent up to heaven. Her juices flow from the sweet spot, and I lap it up happily.
Finn moves toward me, and he brings my mouth to his, our tongues enjoying her release as we mold together like we always do. We were meant to fit together, and Zaria seems to be the glue that will keep all our pieces intact.
Slowly, I pull out of her pussy before I bring my fingers up to Finn’s lips and run them along the plump flesh, which has him licking and sucking my digits clean. I’m hard again, but I know we need a moment to relax. But Finn’s hand finds my erection, and he strokes me slowly. We glance over at our girl, who’s lying against the pillows, satiated, a smile on her face as she watches us.
“Can you…?” she says, but doesn’t finish her question. The shy innocence of her smile is obvious, and I have a feeling I know what she wants.
“Can we?” Finn urges. It would be nice to give her another show, but we need her to say the words. She needs to initiate it because this will be the first time, we do anything with her right here, wanting it.
“I’d like to watch you both,” she finally whispers. The red on her cheeks darkening with her admission, and I smile. This woman is burrowing her way into my heart. And I can no longer deny I want her.
Finn looks at me, and I offer a nod. He hops off the bed and heads for the bathroom; when he returns, I know he’s gotten the lubricant. I move to Zaria once more, this time, I’m kneeling while facing her. I watch as her eyes lock on Finn’s movements behind me. The snap of the cap echoes in the room and the cool liquid on my skin sends goosebumps rising in its wake. Finn grips my ass cheeks, before his finger dips between them, and he teases the liquid against my opening.
The pleasure that zings through me when he nudges two fingers inside has my eyes rolling back. I’m lost to the pleasure when he removes both digits and then I feel the blunt head of his cock. With ease, and a gentle push, he inches into me slowly. As I stretch, I can’t stop the groan of bliss that rumbles through me.
Zaria leans up on her elbows, and our lips meet in a soft, sensual kiss. Her tongue dances along my mouth, from left to right. She teases me as Finn fucks me. His cock thrusting deeper and deeper with every roll of his hips.
I want to say something, but before I can, Zaria reaches for my hard cock and strokes me with a tight fist. I’d been fucked while jerking off before, but this is so much more. My body zings with electricity, my nerves are sparking with euphoria as Finn grips my hips and fucks me in earnest. We’re both close. He thickens inside me, his cock throbbing, ready to blow.
“I’m close,” I mumble, as Zaria’s hand starts moving quicker. Everything feels like too much. But it also feels like enough. “Oh fuck,” I bite out.
“Jarred, fuck, I’m going to come,” Finn tells me seconds later, and then he slams into me, as Zaria’s hand brings me to completion and I shoot jet after jet of my release all over her smooth, tanned skin.
I can’t find words.
I know I’m falling.
And I know there’s no longer a way to stop it.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
22
FINN
My father’s office is nothing like mine. His resembles what I would imagine Hell to look like. Dark, dreary, filled with the pain of the souls he’s stolen. When I step into the room the next day, I find him behind his desk. When I spoke with Harris earlier, he confirmed that the man who married Mrs. Abadi is, in fact, Nesrin’s father.
I’m not sure how my father will react to this, but Marcia is definitely in a tailspin after I told her about finding her ex-husband. But my sister-in-law needs to know that her father is alive, that he’s back, and there is no telling what he’s up to.
“Finn,” my father greets me, as if I’m a member of the staff rather than his son. “I spoke with Marcia last night,” he tells me. “She told me your concerns about Isaac,” he says, leaning back in his chair and watching me with those deep blue eyes. I’m the only Thorne who has brown eyes, just like my mother. Sometimes I wonder if I’m even Bradford’s son.