Kinky Boots(12)

He bit her lip. ‘And who else?’

She bit him back. ‘Just Jill.’

This time the impact of his thrust felt like it would go clear through her and the wall behind as well. ‘Oh, you’re more than just Jill,’ he managed. ‘Way more.’

There wasn’t time to question. There wasn’t time for anything because they were there, on the edge, both tight and stretched and ready to shatter. He came first, but only by a breath. ‘I’ll ask you again,’ he cried out. ‘Who are you?’

It was only as she tumbled into orgasm that she realised, and she knew exactly who he was looking for. Even as the mother of all orgasms ripped through her, she was certain that not only was she not alone, but she hadn’t been since she left Kinky Boots last night. In that instant, someone else borrowed her voice as though it belonged to her. That someone else said, ‘I’m Eleanor, Finn, you silly man. You know who I am.’





Chapter 5


As waves of orgasm convulsed her, last night’s dream came rushing back to Jill in vivid detail. She felt like her brain was caught between channels, with visions of the woman sliding in and out of focus in her mind’s eye, with memories of her touching her, exploring her, delighting in her. ‘Who’s Eleanor?’ Jill gasped. ‘What the hell’s going on?’

Finn wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her, still fully impaled, still pressed against the wall. ‘Jill, I’m going to pull out of you now. Just relax, stay calm and I’ll tell you everything.’ She might have been able to do as he asked if he hadn’t, while still holding her gaze, said, ‘Eleanor, I’d appreciate it if you’d cooperate.’

‘Who the hell is Eleanor?’ she asked again, struggling to stave off the rise of panic that wasn’t supposed to be a part of post-coital bliss. But as he slipped out of her, as she felt their combine moisture trickle down the inside of her thigh in a warm rush, the rising panic slipped out of focus and hungry arousal slid into its place. She raked her fingers between her legs, then brought them first to her nose, then to her lips. ‘Oh, my, how we taste together, Finn.’ She repeated the action and brought the offering to his lips.

His eyelids fluttered, his groan was gut-deep as he lapped and suckled at her fingers, then he kissed her hard on the mouth, the aftertaste of them still on his tongue.

But this time Jill pulled away. ‘My head, Finn! Jesus, what are you doing to my head? Did you see what I just did? And you just licked my … and I feel …’ The rush of heat that snaked up her spine felt like it would fry her brain. ‘I feel really strange,’ she managed before her knees gave and the world spun around her. But even as Finn lifted her into his arms and carried her to the sofa in his lounge, she felt like she wanted to reach back between her legs again. She wanted to take Finn in her mouth and suckle and slurp until he was heavy and full and ready to burst again, and then she wanted him to thrust back into her, right back where she wanted him, where she needed him. To her horror, she realised that she had just expressed out loud those very thoughts and desires with words she’d never thought would ever come comfortably from her mouth.

‘I’d like that too, Jill,’ Finn responded. ‘But not until I’m sure that’s what you want, and not Eleanor.’ He’d barely settled her onto the couch and managed to shove himself back in his jeans before the shakes hit, and she felt like they would break her apart.

But Finn pulled her into his arms and held her until they let up, then he tugged a blanket from the end of the sofa and placed it around her shoulders.

‘Wait here and try to relax.’ He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water, which she drank like she had been in the desert for a week.

He studied her for a long moment, then he heaved a sigh. ‘Jill, what I’m going to tell you won’t be easy to hear, but if you listen to me, if you pay attention, if you listen to yourself, you’ll know that I’m telling the truth.’

‘Who’s Eleanor?’ she asked again, feeling rude about being so blunt but not caring much under the circumstances, plus it was still an effort to keep her hands out of her knickers. ‘And what’s she doing inside my head?’

Finn scooted closer to her and tried to take her hand, but she pulled it away. The look that crossed his face was too swift to read, but he squared his shoulders and sat down, holding her gaze. ‘Jill, Eleanor’s a demon.’

Jill blinked twice. ‘A what?’

He shifted and looked rather embarrassed, almost as though she’d just caught him masturbating in public. ‘A demon,’ he repeated. ‘Eleanor’s a demon.’