Well all right then.
I took the phone from him, hoping I didn't catch her at a bad time. After all, she was going over there to see Melinda again.
"This better be good, Finn," she answered on the eighth ring, clearly not happy with him. Her sexcapades were much more fruitful than my own.
"It's me," I said. "I'm with Finn."
The tension in my voice didn't change her tone one bit. "Then why the hell are you calling me?"
"Finn told me to."
"Then you are clearly doing it wrong," she huffed.
"Finn," I whispered, pulling the phone away from me. "What do you want me to ask her?"
"Tara? The crystal?" he prompted me.
"Right," I sighed. "Did you give the crystal to Tara?"
"Yes," she said. Now she sounded distracted. And slightly out of breath.
"Did anything happen?" I pushed on, hoping our conversation ended quickly.
"With Tara? No. She tossed the rock to Melinda instead," she laughed, which abruptly turned into a moan. "Sorry, Iz, I gotta go."
The phone went dead.
"Amanda hung up," I said, handing the phone back to Finn. "Tara gave the crystal to Melinda. And now Melinda is getting laid. Again."
A flash of annoyance crossed Finn's face. "Because of the crystal."
"Well, they did hook up last night too."
"The crystal's energy should have been in play, even from here. That should have been Tara getting it on. No way they are having a threesome?"
I shook my head.
"Shit," he swore.
"Maybe it's time to downsize anyway. Get an apartment. Donate some stuff," I said, slumping down onto Finn's bed. I wanted to feel hopeful but it was clear that I was going to lose the sorority business and my house.
"There's one more thing we can do," he said.
"What's that?" I asked. I tried conjuring some hope but wasn't terribly successful.
Finn squatted down in front of my legs, placing his hands lightly on my knees. "I know you're angry at me, but you are going to have to let that go for the next hour or so. Do you think you can do that?"
"Finn, I am not angry with you. Not much. Anymore," I corrected myself. "What do we need to do?"
"We need to have sex," he said plainly.
"And they say romance is dead," I blurted out. I mean, I came to his room for exactly that, but putting it bluntly was kind of a mood killer.
"Sorry," he said. "I'll buy you dinner after."
"What's the hurry?" I asked.
"I prepped a spell," he said, waving his hands around the room. My eyes were now adjusted to his darkened room, and I saw that smoke from the Frankincense lingered at the ceiling. There was about a foot of it covering the entire room.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Insurance," Finn said. "Since she won't take the crystal, we will send the smoke. But we only have about an hour before this disappears."
"Okay, I'm in," I said. "What do we do?"
"Do you really need me to explain?"
A devilish grin broke out over his face and he stood to his full 6 feet, letting his jeans drop off his waist. I leaned back on the bed, holding my breath as my eyes swept his chiseled body.
He leaned over me, pinning me to the bed. "Someone in this room is wearing too many clothes."
I giggled nervously, kicking my flip-flops off then fumbling around trying to take off my top. Finn smartly dodged around my flailing elbows.
"Let me," he said, grabbing my tank top and pulling it off in one sweeping motion. His hands slipped under my back, easily unhooking my bra.
"How the hell did you do that without looking?" I asked, sliding it down my arms and tossing it onto the floor.
Instead of answering, his lips came down on mine, his tongue probing my mouth. His hands swept along my hips, swiftly pushing my capri sweats down to my ankles, which I flutter-kicked off my feet. The underwear went with the pants. I was in such a miserable mood this morning, I put on a pair of decidedly unsexy granny panties. Didn't want Finn to see those!
With my clothes now in a heap on the floor, Finn pressed his body in between my legs. My nerves pricked to attention when my wet pussy brushed against the skin of his leg, leaving me breathless. But he pulled away from me at the last second, stopping our frantic groping session abruptly. He stared down at me, his eyes boring into me. Suddenly, I felt exposed. I turned my head away from him and stared at the wall.
"What are we doing, Finn?" I whispered.
He gently turned my head to look at him. "What do you want us to do?"
"Make love" I almost blurted out, but I bit my lip and just shook my head instead.
"I want you, Izzy," he said, staring deeply into my eyes. "I've wanted you since I first met you."
"But you came here..."
"My coven sent me here, yes," he said. "And I didn't agree with what they were doing. But then I met you, and you found your way into my fantasies, whether I wanted you there or not."
"What are you saying?" I asked, tears filling my eyes.
"This isn't for the coven. This is not for the spell," he said, moving his hand to my mons and applying gentle pressure. "I am doing this for me. For us. Because I want to. And I think you feel the same."
My body melted as he applied more pressure with the palm of his hand while his fingers danced around my clit. Instinctively, I reached for his ample cock, which was rock hard and pulsing in my hands. He groaned when I applied light pressure, rubbing the shaft up and down.
He pushed me onto my back, and hovered over me, his fingers teasing me as my body opened to his touch. I lifted my hips in response, aching for him to fill me.
"Do you have a condom this time?" I whispered.
He smiled down at me and nodded. "You want me to get it?"
"Does that mean you have to move?" I asked, pleasure enveloping me as he worked on my clit.
He leaned over, pressing his chest against mine, and opened the draw on the side table, pulling out a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth, and, sat up, straddling me.
"Watch," he said firmly, putting the condom on the tip of his hard-on. I stared as he slowly rolled it down, his hand expertly moving along his shaft as it filled the thin plastic. He turned something so utilitarian into one more piece of my seduction.
"You are so wet," he whispered, the condom on, and his fingers gently separating the delicate folds of my labia, preparing me to take all of him. He pressed the tip into me, my breath catching as he slowly filled me up, stopping inch by inch, prepping me to taking all of his length and girth. But his leisurely pace was torture. He groaned when I tilted my hips up, and he slid all the way into me. I gasped as he thrust deep and up, hitting my g-spot with the tip of his cock.
He ran his hand along my cheek, then dipped his head down and kissed me, his tongue playing in my mouth, following the same thrusting pattern of his hips against mine. He pulled his mouth away and stilled as he stretched over me, once again reaching into the drawer of his side table.
"What's going on in that drawer?" I asked, breathless as he wiggled his cock around, teasing me and continued to focus his attention on whatever he pulled out of that table.
"Close your eyes," he said, pulling his body up and away from mine. "I think you'll enjoy this."
I heard a high-pitched buzz, and then felt something hard vibrate against my mons. He shifted it down, and it now hit directly on my clit, and I groaned in approval.
He simply smiled and, his hand still on the vibrator, kicked it up a notch.
"My goddess," I moaned, trying to push him deeper in me as the vibrations began pushing me towards climax.
"Straighten your legs," he demanded, pushing himself back down on me, trapping the vibrator in place with his body.
I stretched my legs down on either side of his body, the vibrations pulsing against me. His cock pushed deeper into me with each thrust. My head was swimming in waves of pleasure, with the vibrator working my clit and his
penis filling up my center.
"Are you coming?" he asked, pushing harder.
"Yes," I said, my breath catching on the word.
"Focus on the spell," he grunted, thrusting again and again.
"How?" It was impossible to focus on anything but his rock hard cock and the vibrations on my clit. "Finn, I am so close! Tell me what to do."
"Fuck you feel so good, Iz," he said, his breathing as labored as mine. "Okay, focus on the smoke above us. Send your telos to it. Picture Tara..."
"Do I have to?"
He grunted out a laugh. "Picture Tara and send her our energy."
"I'll try," I said, squinting at the smoke from the Frankincense swirling around the room. Giving Tara a fleeting thought, my orgasm flowed out of me, and I climaxed loudly, sending the energy from my explosion of pleasure into the smoke above me. Finn collapsed on top of me, spent. We both caught our breath for a minute, then, holding the base of the condom, pulled his cock out, leaving me feeling empty again.
"Come on," he said after he disposed of it in a wastebasket. He took my hand, helping me off the bed. He took me to the window, standing behind me, wrapping his arms around me and opened it a crack.
"Smoke, find your path above. Offer her perfect love," he chanted, his voice low. The smoke swirled around, then exited towards the setting sun.
"Now what?" I asked, leaning back against his strong chest, feeling it lift and lower with each breath.
"How about we do it once more, just to make sure?"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The room was dark. Finn's arms wrapped around me, his breathing light and even, telling me he was asleep. The patterns from the moon dancing between the tree branches played on his ceiling. My body was exhausted. Elated but exhausted. Finn and I could not get enough of each other, exploring and teasing until we shuddered to one final orgasm at around 10 PM, a few hours after we released the smoke. So clearly Finn wasn't doing it for the spell. I nuzzled my head into his shoulder, breathing in his musk, a mix of smoke and sage and sweat.
I closed my eyes and felt peace, like everything was going to be okay. I hadn't felt that since my grandmother died and all her financial burdens landed squarely on my shoulders. Definitely a moment to savor, along basking in this pleasant post coital glow. I pointed my toes and stretched out my lower body. Sex had never felt this fantastic before.
Finn shifted releasing me from his embrace. I rolled over and propped myself on my elbow, watching his chest move up and down with each easy breath. Why are gorgeous eyelashes wasted on men? I mused to myself as I stared at his thick, dark lashes. Not going to lie, I felt a twinge of envy there.
The floor began to vibrate and I rolled over, hanging upside down off the bed looking for my phone, which was kicked just under the bed. Caller ID was from the sorority house. I cleared my throat and then answered, my voice low. "Hello?"
"Oh good, you're up," Tara's shrill voice ricocheted in my ear.
"Sort of," I whispered, turning my head away from Finn so I wouldn't wake him.
"Well, you answered," she huffed. "But you won't ruin it for me. Listen your stupid spell actually worked. I got a text from the boy a few hours ago. We're meeting up later tonight when he gets off of work."
A smile spread across my face. "I am really happy for you, Tara," I said, meaning it.
"Of course you are. It means your services are still on for the party next weekend. I'll drop the deposit by tomorrow. What are you hours?"
"Noon to five," I whispered, sensing Finn stirring beside me.
"Okay," she said absently. I heard hangers sliding along wood. She was clearly picking out an outfit. "Damn, I hate all my clothes."
"I am sure he'll love whatever you wear," I offered.
"And that is why you are single," she snorted at me before screaming, "Melinda! Take off that cute skirt! I need it tonight! What do you think? Undies or commando?"
She burst into a fit of giggles and then the phone went dead. Sighing, I dropped the phone on top of my sweatpants that were crumpled on the floor. She may have gotten her man but she was still a bitch.
"Morning," Finn's deep voice sounded behind me. He pushed my hair over one shoulder and ran his lips lightly along the back of my neck. My body melted into him. I reached behind me and grabbed his hip, tilting my ass so it was rubbing against his erection.
"I wish, darlin'," he drawled, his breath warm against my back. He snaked his arms around my body, and his hands played with my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were firm. "Gotta get to work."
"Now?" I squeaked out.
"Covering for Mike," he said. "He has a midnight rendezvous."
"Really?" I smiled, wondering if maybe Mike was Tara's mystery man.
"I hadn't planned on my own rendezvous when I told him I'd cover part of his shift."
"Too bad," I said, my voice husky and full of want.
"Tell me about it," he groaned as I ground against him.
"We have time for a quick one? Just to hold us over?"
In response, he edged me onto my stomach, then pulled my hips up to meet his. He teased my clit with one hand while he snatched up another condom from the side table with the other. He deftly slipped it on before guiding the tip of his cock to my gateway, pushing in and out, teasing me with the head. Without warning, he thrust in quickly. My breath caught as his penis slammed into my g-spot. He held my hips and thrust again and again, bringing me to climax just as he squirted his hot seed into the condom. His cocked pulsed inside of me while we both caught our breath.
"Sorry I have to leave," he whispered into my hair.
I smiled. "It's okay, I probably should get some sleep. Gotta work tomorrow too. At the shop and the frat house."
"Why do you have a million jobs?" Finn asked. "I mean, your grandmother left you a beautiful house, you have roommates. And you aren't exactly living large."
I sucked in my breath, and willed myself to answer rather than moan at the sensation of Finn rocking his hips against me as he talked. "Grams wasn't so great with money. She had a few loans on the house."
"For what? She spend a lot of time on the Foxwood's bus?" he asked, referencing the near-by casino.
I snorted. The idea of my grandmother frittering away her retirement during afternoons at the casino slot machines was kind of funny.
"Grams wasn't your typical blue haired old lady. She was a witch, and a hippie. She wore Stevie Nick outfits and platform heels."
It was his turn to laugh. "So what'd she blow the money on?"
The question sobered me up quickly. "She was looking for my mother."
"Your mother?" He asked.
I nodded. "She ran off and joined a cult when I was little. I barely remember her. Probably wouldn't recognize her if I tripped over her. Anyway, Grams lost track of her after a few years off the grid."
"So what drove her into debt? Did she find her?"
"Nope," I sighed. "The older I got, the more obsessed Grams was about finding her. She hired a bunch of PIs to chase down leads that never panned out."
I slowly pulled away from him, and his cock slipped out of my slick hole, leaving me empty. I rolled off the bed and began hunting for my clothes.
"Sorry about your mom, and your grandmother," he said, settling into the pillows and watching me move in the moonlight. "You know, you don't have to leave.
"Not like I'm going far," I said, scurrying around in the dark. I plucked up a pair of underwear from under the bed. Lacy. Not mine. I cringed and tossed them further under the bed.
I felt around some more, finally feeling the familiar cotton. I snatched up my underwear in triumph. My bra was just to the right. I leaned against the wall for balance a bit as I pulled my panties on.
"Damn, girl, I could watch you all night."
I felt naked, exposed. Covering my body with my arms, I turned away from him. Finn rushed off the bed and pulled me to the window. He tilted me into the moonlight, and gently pried my arms away.
"No, l
et me look at you," he said, gripping my hands when I tried to draw my arms around myself again. "You're beautiful, Iz. Simply beautiful."
I dropped my face. "You don't have to..."
"Yes, I do," he said, tilting my chin up. His lips pressed softly on mine. His hands brushed along my body, going over every inch of skin along my hips, stomach, the curve of my breasts. Once more, desire burned through my body.
"I gotta go," he groaned, breaking away from me. "Got to."
Nodding, I stepped away from the window and gathered my remaining clothes. I was shaking slightly, the emotions rolling off of both of us were intense, almost smothering in the confines of his bedroom.
"That's going to be one hell of a spell," I said lightly, hoping to diffuse whatever was churning between us. "If that doesn't kick start the love potion, nothing will. Right?"
"Right," he said as he pulled a clean t-shirt and pair of boxers out of his dresser drawer. "Why don't you get some sleep, and I'll wake you when I get home?"
"Sounds like a plan," I giggled, allowing myself to savor the delicious possibilities of Finn's middle-of-the-night return.
After one last lingering kiss, I slipped out of Finn's room and floated to my own. Under my sheet, a balmy late summer breeze filtered in through my open window. I breathed in the lingering scent of Finn's musk on my skin, and drifted back to sleep.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"You want to explain to me what happened last night?" Danny stared at me from his usually position in the bathroom doorway, hips jutting out. Except this time, he didn't seem so cocky. In fact, he acted kind of wounded.
"I'm sorry," I said, balancing the toilet brush on the edge of the bowl. "Finn...Finn's my housemate and he was helping me with something."
"How does punching out a guy you're dancing with help you?"
"It doesn't," I sighed. "He was mad at me, and he took it out on you. And there was no reason for that."
"He was mad at you? Or jealous of me?" Danny asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"A little of both, maybe," I said to the floor, too embarrassed to meet his face.
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