Unrequited(54)

"Come back to the trailer," he said, his voice hoarse and gravelly. I squeezed him tightly when he pulled his fingers out. I wanted him to stay inside me.

"Why?" But I knew why. I read it in his eyes and felt it in my veins. I followed him, making no attempt to right my panties or the bra he'd pushed up above my breasts. His gait was uneven, due, I guess, to the massive hard-on tenting his jeans.

The Honda was gone, and the trailer was quiet and dark. Finn had me on the desk, a nipple in his mouth and my shirt over my head, before the door slammed shut behind us. I fumbled with his jeans, but he brushed my hands away and wrenched them off and then pulled his T-shirt over his head with one hand.

His swollen erection bobbed between us, and for a moment, my breath caught at the beauty of him. His body was cut and defined, which I attributed to the years of hard labor and not gym membership. The slabs of his abdomen were sprinkled with dark hairs that narrowed into a line that led directly to his cock. Across his chest the hair was thicker, but not so much that I couldn't see his beautiful skin underneath, the dusk of his nipples and the ridges made by his pectoral muscles.

"You're beautiful," I said, reaching out to touch him. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back in pure pleasure as I took the time to explore each one of his hard muscles.

"See something you like?"

"Like is such a tepid word," I repeated, and a slight grin curved his lips upward. "Winter loves Finn's hard body. She enjoys it enough that she thinks it should go up on a calendar. The Many Months of Finn O'Malley."

His chest shook with silent laughter. "She'd like a calendar?"

"Yes, with lots of nudity." I slid off the desk to my knees and rubbed my hands up his powerful thighs then around his hips to dig into the tight muscles of his ass. His cock sported a drop of liquid, and as I stared, the whole shaft seemed to swell and the pearl of his arousal beaded up large enough to drop off. I caught it with my finger and brought it to my mouth.

A rough noise above had me looking up. "You take my breath away."

He reached down to cup my face and draw me upward, but I didn't want that. Not yet. I took his shaft in my hand and marveled at the velvet-covered steel. It was harder than the beam I’d leaned against earlier but softer than the anything I've ever touched.

He held still as I stroked him first with my hands, tracing each pulsing vein and caressing the head. He shuddered when my finger rubbed the spot underneath the head, and when I placed the flat of my tongue there, his knees jerked and he stumbled back until his ass hit the desk.

I hid my grin and sucked the fat head into my mouth until I heard him groan. His hand came to cup my head, and he made shallow thrusts into my mouth. I allowed him to use me, savoring the musky scent and the salty flavor. I lapped at his length as it moved in and out of my mouth. When his thighs began to shake and his movements became rough and irregular, I sucked hard, wanting him to lose all control.

But with a quick jerk, he had me on my feet. I wiped the corner of my mouth. "I wanted you to come."

"I know, but I can't." He stopped. His words weren't altogether coherent, as if he was too far gone to be able to form actual sentences and complete thoughts. "Need to be inside you."

He spun me around and ripped my shorts down. I heard the rip of foil, and then two strong fingers were between my legs. "You’re so wet, baby. So ready for me," he moaned and then shoved inside me with one swift push.

The frantic movements and the near desperate sounds as he pounded into me from behind drove me wild. Was there anything more exciting in the world than hearing your partner lose his shit because he found you so incredibly hot? No, nothing.

His hand roamed my back and butt, slapping me slightly on the ass cheeks and then squeezing. "Fuck," he said. "I want to bite your ass and fuck it at the same time." He laughed at his own absurdity, and then his other hand crept around to find that tiny mass of nerves extruding from my body. His calloused fingers rubbed over it, the lube of my body making everything slick and wet.

I rose onto my tiptoes and pressed down against his fingers. "Yes, right there," I shouted. Let the river dwellers hear me. I couldn't care less.

"God, you look so beautiful. You're tight and pink, and your pussy looks like it’s swallowing me every time."

He wound a hand tightly around my hip, so tight I was sure to have marks tomorrow, but I loved the bite of his fingers into my skin. His other hand worked my clit until I lost control. Mindlessly I moaned and shoved back against his thrusts and ground down against his hand.

He worked me feverishly until I was crying out, and even after I'd come around him, he still surged relentlessly into my body, spilling what seemed like a gallon of seed into his condom until he collapsed against me.