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The Hot Shot(40)

By:Kristen Callihan


The sound he makes is tortured, almost a whimper and then he jerks so  hard, I nearly lose my grip. Wet heat spills over my fingers. We both  shudder then, gasping as he works through his orgasm.

Finn sags against me, his breath silted and damp on my neck.

The world around us returns-the loud explosions on the screen, the reflective lights of the movie playing over Finn's skin.

As if coming out of a deep sleep, Finn blinks at me, his lashes  fluttering. And then his gaze clears, zeroing in on me with a force that  makes my breath hitch. His lips barely move, his voice so low only I  can hear it. "Bedroom. Now. Or I take you here."



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I move like water, rising up and flowing to my feet. My limbs don't feel  like my own anymore. Somehow he's claimed them, and I'm left this  throbbing mass of need. My nipples are so stiff they hurt. I need him to  pinch them harder, put his mouth on them and suck …

Blood rushes in my ears, and distantly I hear myself saying goodnight to Glenn and Emily

Emily is asleep.

Glenn waves me off without looking back.

I know Finn is following. He's coming for me. The knowledge is cool heat  on my skin, a pulsing pressure between my legs. My thighs clench with  each step.                       
       
           


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I don't make it far. The darkness of the hallway closes in, and then his  warm hand is there, wrapping around my arm, pivoting me.

Silently, he presses me against the wall, one hand in my hair, the other  cupping my chin. But he doesn't kiss me. Not yet. Our breath mingles in  rasping pants, as we stare at each other in the shadows. The line of  his jaw bunches. I'd think he was angry if it wasn't for the intense  look in his eyes. As if he was hurting.

Need.

That's what that is. Because I feel it too.

I lift my chin, nudging at his hand, leaning into his touch.

And he swallows hard. His thumb strokes the edge of my jaw. "Tell me  again that I'm a bad bet. Because I can't wait to prove you wrong."

Barely a whisper, and yet a hard plea. Anticipation shimmers through my belly. "Prove it."

All the tension leaves him with a breath, replaced by something more intent.

When he kisses me, it isn't rough or impatient, it's deep and consuming,  as if he's been given air after so much denial. Or maybe I'm the one  who feels deprived, because that first touch ignites me. Nothing  compares to kissing Finn Mannus. It is glorious, delicious. Perfect.

With a rough noise, he settles into the kiss, feeding me his tongue with  easy glides, coaxing mine to play with his. And I do, tasting, taking. I  draw in a quick breath, plunge in again, working for those rough,  pained sounds he makes, as if he's dying and only I can save him.

I'm so attuned to him at this moment, every rapid thud of his heart  against his ribs reverberates through my body. My fingers curl into the  loose fall of his shirt at his back. I'm shivering with heat, my lips  swollen, my jaw aching.

As if he feels my need, his grip on my hair tightens. He takes my mouth  with soft, nibbling kisses, deep explorations. All the while walking us  toward his room.

Hands fumble behind me. He gets the door open, and then we are in the  cool quiet of our bedroom. Standing in the center of it, I watch him  close the door, pull his dirty shirt off and toss it to the side. Blue  moonlight plays on his shifting muscles as he moves, I drink in the  sight, my fingers clenching with the need to touch.

Finn's eyes gleam as he reaches out and flicks a switch. The bedside  lamps turn on, and he grins, a slow curl of his lips. The look in his  eyes is predatory.

My belly does a little flip. "Afraid of the dark, are we?"

He takes a step farther into the room. He looks as undone as I feel.  Hair mussed and eyes glazed. "Needed to see this in full color."

We speak in hushed tones, as if neither of us want to break the quiet spell.

He stops close enough that I feel his warmth, see the way his pulse  beats a rapid tattoo at the base of his throat. His lids lower in lazy  perusal. Softly, he traces a line down my neck, sending little shivers  in his wake. His finger hooks on the edge of my shirt and plucks it.  "Take this off."

It's a low murmur that rubs like velvet on my skin.

Holding his gaze, I pull the shirt free. Cool air buffets my skin.

Finn's breath hitches. He stares at me without blinking, his chest  lightly lifting and falling. "That first night," he rasps. "You were  wearing a gold, silky top. I wanted to slip my hands under it, cup these  perfect tits."

The backs of his knuckles graze the side of my breast, and I twitch.

Finn makes a rough noise in his throat. "I knew they'd be so fucking  pretty, Chess." His thumb brushes over my nipple. "I wanted to suck  these juicy nipples right there. Right there at the bar. Right through  your little top."

I sway a little.

Finn's eyes meet mine. "Take the rest off. I want all of you."

My hands go to the waste of my pants. "You too. Let me see you."

Our eyes hold as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down with an  impatient thrust. He's naked before my pjs touch the floor. And then  there is just us. And this Finn is just for me, his cock jutting out  hard and long, a little pearl of need glistening at the tip. That big  cock lifts a little, swaying under its own weight, as preens for me.

"You're beautiful," I tell him.

He grasps that beautiful dick in his hand, giving it a light stroke. "And you're mine."

I move to him, sliding my arms around his neck, melding my lips to his.  He wraps me up in his warmth, his hard against my soft, his tongue  dipping into my mouth for another taste.

Stumbling back, he takes me with him, his mouth never leaving mine.  We're on the cool bed. And he lays me down, kissing his way along my  neck. Big hands glide over my skin like a dream, slow, soft.

I squirm as, he licks his way down my breast, seeking the tender bud of  my nipple. All that time on the couch, he played with me there, working  me up, getting me so sensitive, the slightest touch now is almost too  much.                       
       
           


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Finn knows this. It's there in the way he looks at me from beneath his  lowered lids, all covetous and hot like he's planing things. "So fucking  gorgeous."

He goes at my poor, stiff nipple with short, leisurely licks, as if he's  testing my flavor, getting himself acquainted with my textures. Just  enough pressure to make me feel it, want more.

A satisfied hum from his lips tickles, buzzes straight down to my clit.

I can't take it.

"Will you … " I swallow convulsively, my body jerking as he flicks his tongue.

"What?" he whispers, idly dragging the flat of his tongue over my nipple again.

"Suck it," I rasp. "Please. It aches so bad."

A groan tears out of him, almost pained. He cups my breast in his big  hand, plumping my flesh up for his pleasure. The first wet pull of his  mouth has me biting back a whimper. My back arches off the bed, but he  holds me fast, sucks me with rhythmic tugs.

"Finn." My voice is thready, trembling. "Please. Suck them."

He mutters hot, frantic words, his breath coming quicker. His mouth  moves to my other nipple. Teeth nip and then the wet glide of his tongue  before he sucks. It feel so good, I'm going to melt into a fucking  puddle of heat.

My hips rock against the bed as I whine, needing more.

"Shhhh." He kisses my nipple gently. "You don't want to wake my parents."

That sly whisper goes straight to my core. We shiver, sharing the  illicit fantasy of pretending we might get caught. It makes everything  more intense. The room seems darker, his skin on mine hotter.

Slow, lazy kisses pepper over my chest, as clever fingers drift down my  trembling belly. His fingers are thick and long, and by the time he  gently slides them over the swollen bud of my clit, I nearly come.

Finn rubs his cheek against my breast, his finger tip tracing the opening of my sex. "I want to fuck you now."

I think I whimper. My hands claw at his shoulder, the back of his head.

He gives the curve of my breast a soft kiss. His voice is dark honey. "Will you let me, Chester? Will you let me fuck you?"

An incoherent sound leaves me. It's enough for Finn.

Shadows shift as he rises above me, and then he moves into a shaft of  lamplight. God, that body, golden and taut. I want to lick every inch of  it. I need to feel it on top of me more.

He settles between my parted thighs, and he feels so good, hard and  firm, his skin damp with sweat and emanating heat, that I groan again.

"Shhh," he whispers in my ear. His body trembles. "God, you feel so good."

My hands glide down his back, mapping the hard terrain of his body. I need him in me.

But he just touches my hair, looks down at me with eyes that show too  much. "You okay with this, Chester?" The tenderness in his voice wraps  around my heart and squeezes. "Me going bare?" Another caress along my  cheek. "I can get something."