Two Weeks and a Day (Finn's Pub Romance Book 2)

by R. G. Alexander

  “Are you sure you want to do this here?”

  I suck on the skin of his neck, leaving a mark. “I need it, Brendan.”

  He groans and pushes his finger inside, making me gasp.

  “Tell me if it’s too much.”

  “More,” I moan, rocking back on his finger until it’s fully inside me. “Another.”

  This time Brendan doesn’t hesitate.

  “Oh God.”

  I’ve done this to myself but there’s no comparison. His fingers are huge, two of them pulsing with shallow thrusts inside my ass. There’s a pinch of pain, an impossible fullness and sparks lighting up every nerve in my body. Just from his fingers. I might combust when he finally gets his cock inside me. “That’s good.”

  “You like that?” he asks hotly. “Having your tight little ass fingered by a man for the first time?”

  “I love it.”

  He makes another pained sound, fingers curving and pumping deeper inside me. A third joins the mix, stretching me until I cry out in surprise. It’s almost too much. I’m sucking in air and forcing myself to relax around him, but I can’t get my bearings.

  “You can take it,” he rasps against my cheek. “I need you to take it so you’re ready for more.”

  “I’m ready.” I’ve been ready for years.

  “Not for this.” Brendan’s thrusts pick up speed, hitting a spot that makes me shake and scream against his shoulder.

  “Yeah, I know about that, and I’ll be pushing that button all night, making you come so hard you cry. I need to make sure you can take what I need to give you. I don’t want you walking away again until we’re both satisfied.”

  “I won’t,” I swear hoarsely. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  His arm is a steel band around me, holding me close as his fingers thrust deeper, faster until I’m begging for release. “Please.”

  “Love you like this. I’m so fucking hard for you,” he growls. “Come on my fingers so I can get you home and stretch this tight, virgin hole with my cock.”

  “Brendan!” Small explosions burst along my spine as the orgasm hits me. He swears when I tighten around his fingers but he doesn’t stop, fucking me through every clenching pulse, drawing out the pleasure until I’m spent and shaking.

  I didn’t even touch myself, but my underwear has one hell of a wet spot. He did this to me. His dirty promises. His button-pushing.

  “Shit.”

  I lift my head and see the strain on his handsome face. His brown eyes are nearly black, his cheeks flushed with feverish need.

  Still trembling with aftershocks and hungry to return the favor, I scramble off his body and reach for his jeans.

  “I need to get you home.”

  “You need to come, and I need to have another first.”

  “You want to suck my cock, Millie?”

  More than you will ever know, I think as I tug his thick erection out of his pants. I’ve wanted him in my mouth for so long. “Lean back, Brendan.”

  He lowers the seat all the way now, lifting his ass to push his jeans down to his knees. No underwear to get in the way of this view—smart man—and when I finally get a good look, there’s no doubt how badly he wants this.

  “So big and thick,” I say, stroking his shaft with the tips of my fingers and tracing every vein. When I get to the base, I run my fingers through the soft, dark hair that he keeps closely trimmed, cupping his tight balls lightly.

  “I want these in my mouth,” I murmur to myself.

  “Do it. Whatever you want, as long as you don’t tease me.”

  When I lean in and lick the spot right beneath the head of his cock, it makes him wild. “I like teasing you.”

  Brendan cups my neck, squeezing a seductive warning. “Not this time. You can’t promise me that pouty mouth of yours and not deliver. I want it wrapped around my cock. I want to watch those golden eyes fill with tears from trying to take me. I need your mouth on me, Millie.”

  He’s looking at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen and the desire to tease him disappears.

  “Show me how,” I say softly.

  His eyes flare with possessiveness. “Open your mouth for me, Miller.”

  He grabs a handful of my hair, guiding me closer until I wrap my lips around his cock, taking as much of him in my mouth as I can. My eyes nearly roll back from the taste. Why did I wait so long to do this?

  You were waiting for him.

  Musky man. Salt and heat. Brendan.

  His strong thighs quiver beneath my palm, and I know I never want to forget this moment. Any of it. This is what I was waiting for.

  His hips tilt up, driving his thick cock deeper, filling my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water and I look up at him, shivering at the satisfaction on his face. That hunger I never expected to see aimed in my direction.

  “Look at you,” he says, his tone guttural. “Outside, in broad daylight, taking your first cock. You want everyone to see how hard you make me? You want to send me over the edge?”

  Yes.

  I’m the one making him lose control now. I’m the one sucking him deep and making him beg. Brendan wants what I can give him. Needs it.

  I cup his balls again, tugging until he gasps and his grip on my hair tightens until it’s almost painful. Perfect.

  “Harder,” he says darkly. “Suck me harder and finish me off. Then I’ll tie you to the damn bed and take my turn.”

  I let him go to press my hand against my hardening erection, desperate for what he’s describing.

  “No,” he barks. “That’s mine now. I’ll give you all your firsts. I’ll be the one who makes you come.”

  A whimper escapes my throat, and my desire for control starts slipping. I want to give it to him. I want him to take it from me.

  I suck harder, relaxing my throat and reveling in his shout as I swallow around him. A part of me wants to laugh in delight that I can do this. That I am doing this. My first time. With Brendan. And it’s so damn good.

  “Fuck, Millie.”

  He’s close. He loosens his grip in my hair, but I won’t lift my head. I need to taste his release.

  When he comes, the head of his cock swells in my mouth as he pumps his hips up toward my face. I feel his first salty gush as it pulses into my mouth and over my tongue. Yes.

  My groan vibrates between us as I taste him for the first time. I tighten my lips to try to keep it all in, to swallow all of Brendan. Greedy for him. Craving more. Loving this.

  Loving him.

  I don’t lift my mouth until I’ve cleaned his still-hard shaft, lapping at his stomach to get every drop.

  “You like how I taste?”

  I’m crazy for it.

  “Mmmhmm.”

  Brendan is up on his elbows, watching me with a sultry, hooded gaze. “If you don’t stop now, we’re not going to make it home before I fuck you.”

  I’m tempted, more than I thought I could be, but I want what he’s been promising even more.

  Tied to my bed.

  I sit up, licking my lips clean as he slips his cock back into his jeans with a grimace.

  He stops, shaking his head as he studies me. “Jesus, you’re so damn sexy. You have no idea, but you can’t hide it anymore, Day. I hope you’re ready for what comes next.”

  Ready or not.

  I buckle my seatbelt with fingers that feel clumsy and thick. I did that. This was my idea.

  The neighbors would be so proud.

  When my street comes into view, I feel a momentary resurgence of my inner control freak.

  Are you sure you want to do this? I know you’re high on endorphins and feeling no pain, but there’s no refund on this decision. Once you’ve lost it, you can’t get it back.

  If what we just did was what I’ve been missing out on? I don’t fucking want it back. I want to lose it so thoroughly, I forget it ever existed.

  I wonder if Brendan knows just how willing I am. He’s quiet again, either fo
cusing on the drive or thinking about what’s going to happen as soon as we get behind closed doors.

  “I want you to,” I say into the silence.

  He swerves slightly as he looks at me. “You want me to what?”

  “Tie me to the bed.”

  “Damn it.” His laugh comes out as a groan. “You can’t say shit like that while I’m driving, Miller. We’re one block away from the house and you’re trying to make me wreck this car.”

  “I mean it.” I turn toward him. “I’m giving you permission to tie me down.”

  He pulls into the driveway with a sigh of relief and turns off the engine, his eyes now fully on me. “Is this because of what I said? What you think I want? This is your first time, Miller. It should be what you want. Special.”

  I shake my head. “It should be whatever we want it to be. I’m not a teenager. I admit I’m late to the game, but I know what I can take.”

  Brendan looks like he wants to grab me and pick up where we left off, but then he looks out the car window and his face tightens. “Inside. Now.”

  “I have bungee cords in the garage,” I say before I get out of the car and walk swiftly toward the house. I have to bite my lip to stop smiling like a lunatic.

  I deliberately avoid looking across the street or toward the windows next door. I don’t even need to look over my shoulder to know I just made Brendan crazy.

  Maybe I have been hiding a wild streak.

  Who knew?

  Chapter Seven

  Burning Down the House

  Brendan

  Miller Day has hidden depths.

  Not so hidden anymore.

  I thought I knew him. All the small details, like the fact that he’s not as awkward as he thinks in social situations, and he usually ends up gravitating toward the people who are and making them more comfortable. That he thrives on routine and keeping his hands busy, and he has the need to fix anything or anyone that’s broken. That he’s loyal, even when the person he’s being loyal to doesn’t always deserve it. And I know that I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

  What I didn’t know was that once he stopped holding back, I’d be the one knocked for a loop. I didn’t know that those busy hands—that mouth—would destroy my restraint and make me so desperate to claim him that my hands would be the ones shaking. Or that this sudden embrace of his sexuality would make me feel as jittery as a damn virgin.

  I had plans. I was going to go slow. Seduce him instead of scaring him away. With all the tricks I’d learned over the years and a few I’d read about but never tried, I was going to get him so addicted to my touch that he’d be willing to give me whatever I wanted.

  How’s that going for you?

  My plan for the seduction of Miller Day was shredded in the front seat of his reliable Hyundai. He made me pull over, climbed on top of me and dared me to take what I wanted.

  I’m giving you permission to tie me down.

  Somehow the tables have turned and I’m the one being seduced. I’m not sure I’ll survive the night.

  I manage to get us back into the house without the neighborhood watch showing up to interrogate us, which is good because I can’t concentrate on anything but the man beside me. The virgin who calmly told me where I could find a bungee cord.

  Jesus, I need to get ahold of myself.

  Miller is already upstairs. Waiting. His shirt is flung on the bottom step carelessly and I pick it up, knowing he wouldn’t like finding it on the floor later.

  What’s happening to you, man? Next thing you know you’ll be using coasters. Was the blowjob that good?

  It was better.

  When Miller decides to do something, there’s no halfway about it. I should have known, and most of me is celebrating that fact with mental fireworks and parades, but there’s another part of me that worries we might be going too fast.

  I’ve fucked this up before. Taken more than he was ready to give. What if I do it again?

  I walk through the kitchen to the garage door in a daze.

  “Bungee cord,” I mutter, reaching for my phone in desperation.

  Me: I need a cricket.

  Royal: Big damn cricket at your service. Thought I wouldn’t hear from you for a while.

  Me: Desperado. Too soon?

  Royal and I have been with women all over the world, and they all have their own special kinks, so we created a code. Desperado means she likes rope and wants to be tied up, so I think he’ll understand the question.

  Royal: I shouldn’t know this. Should I know this?

  Me: Probably not. Tell me anyway.

  Royal: JD says if he asked for it, go to town.

  Me: Even if…

  Royal: I told him he was a control freak with no experience. He says it makes sense. It might relax him.

  Tying him up might relax him? I’m not sure if that’s right, but I really fucking want it to be. JD is an advice columnist—that means I have to take his advice, right?

  Tell me I’m right.

  Me: Roger that. Why aren’t you with Austen, where I left you? Was that kiss the end of the date?

  There’s a pause.

  Royal: This is JD. Thank you so much for the info. I have to make a few phone calls to everyone I know now.

  Me: Shit. If you see this, Royal, I’m sorry.

  I turn off my phone, stuff it in my pocket and search for the bungee cord, cursing myself for ruining Royal’s night.

  Then I think about Miller and the roadside BJ again. Was that another way for him to control the situation? So he could have what he wanted, take a test run on his desires without being able to go too far?

  We went far enough to make me insane, I think wryly as I find the bundle of bungee cords and work one free, testing the give. This will do for his first time.

  His first time.

  “It should be whatever we want it to be.”

  I don’t know if I’m taking him at his word because it’s the right thing to do or because I want it too much to deny him. Either way, I’ll make sure he doesn’t regret it.

  When I get to his bedroom door, Miller is naked and reclining on pillows in the middle of his bed. One hand is stroking his cock and the other is caressing the inside of his thigh. Lube and condoms are scattered on the pillow beside him.

  “Someone’s in a hurry.”

  “Are you complaining?” Miller’s smile is mischievous, as if he’s just discovered his appeal and he wants to see how far he can push it.

  All the way.

  But he doesn’t get to know that yet. Not until I get him on the same desperate page.

  I walk over to stand by the side of the bed and drop the blue cord beside him.

  When he sees it, he licks his lips as his eyes flicker from hazel to gold. “I know they weren’t that hard to find. What took you so long?”

  “You are not going to rush this.” I tug my shirt off over my head. “You asked me to tie you to this bed, which means you trust me and know I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

  I shuck off my shoes and jeans while he watches with wide eyes. “But you need to know I’m not going to let you rush this. No matter how much you try to distract me. No matter how much you beg. Now get your hand off your cock and grab the bedpost.”

  I hold my breath, waiting to see how he takes the command. If I sense any hesitation or worry, I’ll pull back. He asked for this and I want it, but what he needs is more important now.

  Excitement glints in his eyes as he lifts his arms over his head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

  Thank you, God.

  “Neither can I. You keep surprising me. I like it.”

  And I love seeing his body spread out for me like a feast. He’s fit and hung, the olive skin slightly paler around his dark, straining erection. There are more freckles on his chest, along with fine blond hair I want to run my fingers through.

  I’m no virgin. I haven’t been since high school. I’ve wanted sex, wanted release, an
d in the past, I wasn’t that choosy about the women who gave it to me.

  But I crave Miller. Not just his body, though it’s doing things to me I can’t deny. But seeing him like this, knowing him as well as I do and thinking about all the things I’m going to do to him, is enough to bring me to the brink.

  He has no idea how much he owns me.

  I grab the cord with fingers that aren’t quite steady and wrap it around his wrists before knotting it to the iron bars of his old-fashioned headboard.

  “You’re good at that.”

  “Amsterdam,” I say by way of explanation, unwilling to go into details. I’d rather show him.

  Miller tugs a little, his lips parting as his breath speeds up at the snug restraint. “I didn’t think this through. I want to touch you,” he says almost plaintively.

  “After,” I promise, possessive tenderness welling up inside me. “As much and as long as you want.”

  He nods, his eyes already dilating with desire. He’s giving me exactly what I want—total trust.

  I cover his body with mine, lying on top of him with my hands gripping his and our lips a breath apart.

  “I’ve got you now, Miller Day. Those talented hands won’t distract me from all the wicked things I’m going to do to you.”

  He tugs again, almost as though he can’t help himself. “What are you going to do to me now?”

  “Anything I want.” I rub my lips against his. “I have so many ideas. Tying you up is actually tame compared to some of the fantasies you’ve starred in.”

  There’s disbelief in his beautiful eyes.

  “It’s true. I’ve got a vivid imagination when it comes to the firsts I want to give you.”

  “You can give me all of them,” he offers, his voice shaky but certain. “I want them with you.”

  “Fuck, Miller.” With a few words, he’s nearly destroyed my control again.

  My kiss is punishing and openly carnal. I want him begging, I need him begging before I beat him to it.

  I love the taste of him, his groans vibrating against my tongue and his erection digging into my stomach as he grinds against me.