And while I’m not foolish enough to underestimate his power, I think he’ll do this right.
He had me grab our coats while he picked up a key, and we’re in an elevator heading up to the top floor. I’m still woozy from what he did to me in the security office, and when the elevator bumps and I lose my balance, he snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me next to him.
He smells so good.
In the room, he doesn’t wait a second, pressing me against the door and kissing me.
My arms go around his broad shoulders, and I meet his kisses with equal fervor. I may not be experienced, but it feels good to have his body on mine. But when I feel his hardness against my belly, it scares me a little. I’d heard nightmare stories about painful first times with lots of blood, and I don’t want any part of that.
He lifts the back of my dress and palms my bare ass.
“Where did you get garters?” he drawls, squeezing me. His thigh is between my legs now, and I move against him, the delicious friction building inside me.
“I wanted to look nice tonight,” I whisper, gasping as he grinds his knee against my hot center.
“For me.” His voice is husky. It’s not a question but given what’s going to happen with his father, it can’t hurt to be honest, stroke his ego.
“Yes, for you.”
He slides the zipper of the dress down, and I step out of it. I feel overexposed in just my lacy bra, garters and stockings, but when I go to move my arms over my chest, he pushes them down.
He rakes his gaze over me, licking his lips as his hand wanders to my pussy, teasing me. I gasp his name and hold onto the lapels of his fancy suit jacket.
His other hand moves to the back of my bra and unclasps it. It falls to the ground. He takes a step back.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
Oh my God.
It feels amazing. And why is it that hearing Finn call me beautiful makes me want to believe it? He’s not one for false flattery. That’s not how he gets what he wants. And for some reason, he wants me. Maybe just to piss off his father, but the desire is there regardless.
I gasp against his mouth. The tingling from his mouth on my nipple goes straight to my pussy, which he’s working with his fingers. He swirls his tongue around one nipple before moving to the next.
I moan, slipping my hands under his suit jacket.
He keeps stroking and sucking my nipples, which have tightened into hard peaks.
“Finn, please!” I beg.
I feel him smile at the desperation in my voice. How he uses his power to make me feel so much pleasure is an incredible turn-on.
He releases my swollen bud from his mouth and gently squeezes one, then the other as he stares at me wolfishly. “What is it? What do you want?”
All coherent thought is lost to me. I finger the buttons of his shirt, and finally manage to get one undone.
“I see,” he says, stroking the back of his knuckle over my breasts. “You’re going to have to get the rest.”
He lets me undo his shirt. I pull it out from his waistband. It takes longer than I want, my fingers shaking with desire, but when I have all the buttons undone, I slide off his jacket and pull at the tie until he leans down to kiss me.
“Careful,” he says, undoing the tie and sliding the silk over the damp, pebbled peaks of my breasts. “Or I’ll have to use this to tie you up.”
I shouldn’t find that as enticing as I do, given what I’ve been through, but the thought of associating something like that with pleasure instead of pain is more than appealing.
He smirks. “Or maybe you’d like that.”
I undo his belt and he steps out of his shoes, and once I get his pants off, he’s only in his boxers. I trace the tattoo that runs over his arm, shoulder, and chest before slowly dipping my hand lower.
I look up shyly at him. I’ve never touched a man like this before.
His eyes have an intensity that makes me feel that mix of incredible desire and fear. He takes my hand and uses it to stroke himself through his boxers, showing me what he likes. I imagine it wouldn’t feel good to touch him with a dry hand, but luckily I’m wet enough for both of us, and I stroke in between my legs before reaching into his boxers.
“Fuck,” he snarls, bucking against my hand. I move up and down his shaft in the twisting motion he showed me, running my thumb over the tip of his cock. It feels like steel encased in velvet.
“How is this going to fit inside me?” I muse out loud, stroking him faster. He grabs my hand.
Did I do something wrong? “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“No.” His voice is even deeper than usual. “You’re perfect. But I need to fuck you. Now.”
Oh. Was he about to come? Could I have done that to a man like Finn with just my hand? The thought of it makes me a little delirious.
But I don’t have time to bask in it, as he’s picked me up and placed me on the bed. I notice he’s left my stockings on and feel pleased about my choices in lingerie for once. He fishes around his suit pocket and pulls out a condom, which he slides over his impressive length.
My question was a serious one. He’s very big.
He climbs over me and moves between my legs. He fingers my nipples a few more times before dipping his hand into my pussy.
“You feel incredible.” He leans down to kiss me, caressing my tongue with his. “We’re going to take it slow, Sasha. If it hurts, let me know.”
There’s a gentleness to his voice which surprises me.
“Okay.”
He plays with my pussy for a little while longer until I’m dizzy with my desire for him. He positions himself at my entrance and slowly slides the tip of his cock in. His eyes are closed, and I wrap my legs around him as he slowly, inch by delicious inch, moves all the way inside me. It hurts a little, but not in a bad way. Not like I’ve read about.
I whimper his name, stroking his back with the silk of my stockings as I move my legs tighter around him. He’s holding there, my pussy throbbing around him, and then he slowly eases out of me, though not all the way. He does this slow movement a few more times, and it seems like he’s about to snap with the effort of it.
“It’s okay, Finn,” I murmur, my hands gripping the hard muscle of his shoulders. “I’m ready. I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes flash open.
He presses his face into my neck, sucking and licking as he lifts my hips and begins to thrust into me. He builds his pace slowly, and by the time he’s thrusting hard and fast I’m screaming and clawing at his back. I hear myself beg him to make me come, and he curses as he changes the angle of his thrusting, hitting some spot inside me that takes my breath away. He repeats the motion over and over and I feel an orgasm building that’s even more powerful than the ones I had before.
My inner walls start to vibrate, and he senses I’m close to the edge, thrusting up and twisting his hips slightly while one finger dips between our bodies to stroke my clit. It’s too much. I scream out my orgasm, the intensity of it causing my body to jerk and spasm around his cock. He seems to like it, picks up his pace, and soon he’s growling against my shoulder, holding my hips tight against his, so deep inside me, coming in a series of powerful thrusts. He stays inside me for a few moments, his body covering mine.