Infatuation

by Anise Storm

  Finley slid over a little closer and before she could ask what he was doing, he reached out and tipped her chin upward until those chocolate-colored orbs were focused on him. “I understand if you aren’t ready to talk about it. I won’t push you into revealing anything that you aren’t ready to.” She sighed in relief, and he almost chuckled. “You’re cold, and don’t try to deny it, because I can see you shivering.” I have just the thing to warm you up.

  “It has gotten colder since I arrived a while ago. I should probably head…”

  The words trailed off mid-sentence and he could see what had caught her attention. She was focusing in on his lips, and they quirked slightly as he realized she had just given him an in. Lowering them, he paused for a millisecond.

  “W-what are you doing?”

  Her question only needed one response and as his lips touched hers, she got it. At first he kissed her tentatively, wanting to see how she would react. When her lips moved softly in response, Finley pulled her closer, slanting his mouth more fully over hers.

  With her wet body plastered against him, Finley could feel the pebbling of her nipples as they tightened into hard peaks. The voice in his head urged him to take things slowly, but the fantasies that he’d entertained of her silenced that voice. Breaking off the kiss, he slid his mouth over her jaw and down her neck before he pushed her away from him long enough to lift her slightly so he could swoop down to seize one of those hardened buds between his teeth.

  Hannah’s entire body tensed and he quickly brought his hand to the back of her neck, making sure that she didn’t hurt herself when her head fell back against the edge of the hot tub. She ran her small hands over his face before stopping to hold his head in place. Her moans as he feasted on first one nipple then the other were his complete undoing.

  “Oh God,” she cried as he brought his free hand up to her left breast, squeezing and massaging it with his palm. Hannah’s grip on his head grew tighter and he felt her nails as they dug into his scalp. He flicked her right nipple with his tongue, then he captured the hard peak with his teeth, causing her to whimper again. Finley continued his exploration as he dropped his hand from her breast and dragged it down the length of her body.

  Moments later, Finley slid two fingers through her slit and thrust them inside. Hannah’s legs fell apart on reflex, allowing him more access. Damn! Her pussy was tight and so fucking hot that it nearly scorched his fingers as he caressed her inner walls. He needed to feel that same warmth wrapped around his cock. He released her nipple from his mouth with a wet pop, then looked down at the blissful expression on her face.

  “Open your eyes, baby girl,” he rasped, and watched as those long lashes fluttered open. “We’re moving into dangerous territory.” Leaning in farther, he laid a kiss on her lush lips. “If this isn’t something that you want, then please speak up because”—Finley’s mouth moved from her lips to her cheek and finally her ear before biting down on the soft lobe—“if I don’t stop soon, I won’t be able to.”

  Hannah processed his words, knowing exactly what would happen if they didn’t stop whatever this was quickly. The first thought that came to mind was Thaddeus, but, surprisingly enough to her, it wasn’t for the reason she expected. Maybe it was the long digits currently stroking her pussy, igniting a warmth from the inside out that had her wanting to take whatever this was between her and Finley further. Or maybe it was simply because she wanted to replace the memory of one man’s touch with that of another. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He continued to dip his two fingers into her core, firing up the sensitive nerve endings just inside. When he finally delved deeper, Hannah gasped. She could feel his fingers running over her pubic bone and farther until he found the one spot inside guaranteed to make her weak.

  He ran the tips of his fingers in a circular motion at such an agonizingly slow pace, making her ache. “Yes! More, please. Oh!”

  A slight chuckle sounded in her ear moments before he pressed down. She could feel the waves building and was already anticipating the orgasm that was just out of reach. Hannah felt a little bit of pressure as his teeth sank into her shoulder, but she didn’t actually feel any pain. Every sensation seemed to be centered in one area. Suddenly she felt her body twitch as he rubbed even harder.

  She thrashed her head from one side to the other while her entire body trembled. “Finley!” Just like that, her climax swept over her as he continued to work her rapidly toward another. Hannah felt her muscles tightening around him when the second one pulled her under.

  She’d barely had time to even come down from the orgasmic high when she felt herself being lifted from the water. She wrapped her hands around Finley’s muscular frame as he swiftly carried her inside. Still swimming in what felt like a sea of delirium, Hannah only came out of her daze when she felt the cool sheets of a bed beneath her. Her eyes flickered and a moan escaped.

  Finley had his back turned to her now, displaying a very sexy ass, one she couldn’t help but appreciate, as he rummaged around in the top drawer of the nearby dresser. She heard the crinkling of foil and knew what he was after. Her pussy still pulsed from the earlier climax and when he was facing her once again, Hannah slid her hand down her torso, back to the area he’d stimulated so easily outside.

  “Fuck!”

  His cursed response had her smiling seductively at him. Hannah could see his large cock and her mouth watered, just thinking about wrapping her lips around it, then sucking him deeply until she had him squirming like he’d had her upstairs in the hot tub.

  “Touch your pussy, baby girl. Show me what else you like.”

  Hannah watched his hand as he fisted his cock. Finley’s eyes had grown darker, the desire he had to fuck her evident. She moaned and began teasing her clit with her nails. Her other hand moved to one of her nipples, pulling and stretching on it until she felt it elongate. What she wouldn’t give in this moment for him to apply some type of clamp, preferably one of the Japanese clover variety. The thought of the serrated teeth digging into the throbbing peak had it aching even more.

  Finley growled, the guttural sound immediately causing her pussy to weep. “Finley, please!” She’d resorted to begging, just as he’d mentioned earlier. Something flared in his blackened eyes. He stroked himself once more before tearing open the foil wrapper, removing the condom and rolling it down his very impressive length.

  The bed sank in slightly, due to his weight, before his entire body covered hers. She parted her lips and he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside. As he plundered her mouth, he moved both of his hands to her breasts, squeezing and massaging them before rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her hips moved of their own accord and she arched upward, wanting to feel roughness. It was as if he could sense what she wanted, because Hannah whimpered against his lips when he tugged hard on her nipples.

  The shot of pain surged straight down to her clit. Working her hand between them, Hannah found her now-swollen clit and traced it with the pad of one finger tip. She felt the answering response deeply inside her core, and she knew she would be able to climax easily with just a little more stimulation. Finley must have instinctively recognized that too, because he tore his mouth from hers.

  “I’ve thought about having you in my bed just like this, baby girl. I kept telling myself that if I were lucky enough to ever get you beneath me, then I would do this.” Finley’s lips trailed lower, slowly tasting what felt like every inch of her until he reached her breasts. Palming one of them, his mouth found her nipple and he bit down hard on it. Hannah moaned, silently begging him to do the same to the other one, but he didn’t. Continuing his exploration of her body, he kissed his way down until his head was resting at the apex of her thighs. “And this…”

  “God,” she cried out when he brushed her hand away, replacing it with his lips. There was no slow buildup like in the hot tub this time. When he touched her clit, Finley sucked it and applied the same pressure as he had just done to her nipples. She
grabbed the silk sheets and dug her nails into the fabric.

  Finley didn’t say anything else, allowing his actions to speak for him, and the story they told was one straight out of her most wicked fantasies. Years earlier, she would have done anything to find herself in this type of position with him. It had definitely been worth the wait, though.

  Her clit pulsed and throbbed in time with the fingers that he re-inserted inside her drenched channel. Finley already knew where and what to do to have her screaming his name and he went straight there. When he reached her G-spot again, he circled it and that, combined with the way he worked her over with his tongue, had her close to climaxing for him again. “Yesss!”

  Finley dropped his head lower to drag his tongue from her clit over the aching entrance of her pussy to her anus.

  Hannah wanted to pleasure him the same way he was doing to her. While he was large in size, she had no doubt that she could take him deep, getting him off with her mouth. “I want to taste you,” she murmured, earning a chuckle from him. The sound vibrated against her flesh and she groaned in frustration. Maybe it was her submissive nature roaring to the forefront, but the desire to make Finley come was almost suffocating.

  A few licks later and he finally raised his head. She could see the glistening dampness on the short hairs of his beard. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed his head. Finley knew what she wanted because he moved back up her body, looking down into her eyes when their lips were just inches apart.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you…to sink so deeply inside your tight pussy…to make you forget all about whoever he is…” Finley’s last words registered and, as quickly as a vision of Thaddeus came to mind, it disappeared when he nudged her thighs apart with his knee. A few seconds later, she felt the blunt tip of his cock at the entrance to her core. “But God help me, I have to feel this.”

  At his raised tone, Finley slid inside, burying half of his thick length into her pussy. He withdrew slowly then slammed forward, swallowing up the sound of her cries with his mouth. Hannah moved her hands up his chest before draping over his shoulders. His thrusts were steady, controlled and very deep as he bottomed out on each one. She raked her nails down the muscular flesh of his back. Her cries were muted as he explored every crevice of her mouth with his tongue.

  It had been a while since Hannah had had vanilla sex, but there was nothing derogatory that could be said about what this man was doing to her. Her once-innocent fantasies of him had nothing on the way he was making her feel in this moment. She felt the edge of control slipping further away until she came again, this time earning a deep groan from him for her efforts.

  Hannah’s body spasmed with each aftershock, and she took in a few deep breaths as soon as Finley released her lips from his. “That was so good, Finley. I—”

  When he chuckled, she heard the deep-seated rumble and her core clenched tightly around him. “We are nowhere close to being finished, baby girl. If you can still walk—or even talk—then this is going to be a long night.”

  Hannah whimpered when she felt him roll her over onto her side without ever separating himself from her. As soon as he got into the desired position, Finley began to move again, this time hitting her G-spot with each penetrating stoke. “Right there… Oh, yes…”

  She moved her hand to her clit, furiously rubbing it until her entire body trembled. Finley draped an arm over her and, with her free hand, she held onto him. While his ministrations before were meant to seduce and please her, the force behind each thrust now had one goal in mind—to destroy—and it was working way too well.

  Her core nearly seized before he abruptly slowed his strokes, making her moan in frustration. Hannah was already clinging to her restraint by a thin thread as it was, and when he turned her upper body to capture one of her nipples, she almost lost it completely. He used his mouth like his cock, relentlessly driving her closer to the brink. She continued to circle her throbbing clit with her fingers, each jerky movement causing it to pulse more with need. “Please, Finley.”

  Her plea did something to him because Finley suddenly began driving into her with long and forceful strokes. Without warning, he pulled out of her. He rolled her all the way over onto her stomach, placing a pillow beneath her. Within seconds, he was buried back inside her, this time gripping her hips tightly.

  Hannah felt his fingers digging into her skin, and the sharp, unexpected bite of pain sent her hurtling over the edge again. Finley never let up, however, driving her toward another orgasm before she heard him shout her name. They came together, and this final one was the most explosive of all. By the time the last aftershock rolled through her, she could do nothing more than collapse, as her entire body became boneless.

  “That was incredible, Hannah,” he told her, as he gingerly removed himself from her body. She could only mumble something that she wasn’t even sure he heard. Finley got out of bed and all that was audible was the sound of his footsteps on the hardwood planks as he padded into the bathroom. He must have turned on the water, and she yawned drowsily. A short time later, she felt the bed dip from his weight as he climbed onto it to lie beside her.

  He ran a warm washcloth between her thighs, and she couldn’t help but whimper as it grazed her still-sensitive flesh. He tossed it off the bed and a few seconds later pulled her into his arms with her back to his chest. It felt good to fall asleep in someone’s arms once again. Not wanting to ruin what would eventually be beautiful memories with Finley by thinking about Thaddeus, Hannah closed her eyes and let sleep claim her.

  Chapter Five

  The smell of bacon wafted into the room, teasing her senses. Hannah opened her eyes and she instantly closed them again as the bright sunlight pouring through the big picture window in the center of the room almost blinded her. She felt an all-over warmth that was part sunshine but mostly memories of the evening before. She might have even thought she had dreamed it up completely if it weren’t for the soreness in her aching limbs when she tried to move.

  Keeping her eyes closed, she allowed the visions to replay in her mind. After Hannah had fallen asleep in his arms, Finley had woken her up two other times during the night, kissing her until she could hardly breathe and fucking her until her body was boneless. He was insatiable, his appetite for her seemingly ravenous. This was the one time that Hannah should have been happy he wasn’t actually a Dominant. Thoughts of being bound in his ropes and at the mercy of his sexual prowess definitely appealed to her. If the stamina he displayed overnight was the norm for him, though, she would have been in for an even longer night than she’d already had. Finally, stretching what soreness she could out of her legs, Hannah swung them over the bed then sat up.

  It dawned on her quickly that she wasn’t in her own room, which meant she had no clothes to put on. The room she was currently in was actually one of the guest rooms, and Hannah doubted it got much use. Until last night, she thought, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks. Entering the bathroom, Hannah almost sighed in relief when she noticed the blue terrycloth robe hanging on the hook beside the walk-in shower. She put on the robe, but after feeling the cold wooden planks beneath her feet, she wished she had slippers, or at the very least, a pair of socks. Making do, Hannah exited the bedroom and padded barefoot toward the kitchen.

  Finley turned around as soon as she rounded the corner, grinning lazily at her. Heat began building within her at the sight of him, but Hannah immediately tried to extinguish it by thinking about anything other than the memories that had consumed her since waking up. Smiling brightly, she took a seat at the bar, sniffing the air appreciatively and eyeing the protein currently sizzling away in a nearby pan. “I didn’t know you could cook, Fin.”

  When he chuckled, the throaty sound of it had the same effect on her now that it’d had four years ago. Now Hannah felt like the awkward and childlike girl she had been when she’d arrived in London for college so long ago. “I’m not an Iron Chef, by any means, but I can throw down in the kitchen,” he dr
awled.

  And other places as well, she silently added before grinning at him. “I’m sure that you can. It smells delicious, which is good, because I’m starved.”

  Finley chuckled knowingly while popping a piece of the crispy bacon into his mouth. “Did you work up an appetite last night, baby girl?”

  Hannah couldn’t help but watch his full lips as they parted and moved as he continued to talk to her. She momentarily ignored his words, thinking about the way his mouth felt on her throughout the night. Finally realizing he was waiting on a response, she blushed and softly mumbled, “I did.”

  Finley threw a few pieces of bacon onto the other plate, laying them beside a small bowl of fruit before sliding it toward her. “I can make you an omelet too, if you’d like. Afterward, though, I’ll need to get dressed because, unfortunately, I have to work today.”

  “That won’t be necessary. This is the perfect breakfast.” She busied herself moving the fruit around until she found a ripe piece of cantaloupe. Popping it into her mouth, she looked up to see Finley watching her. It was then she realized his current state of undress.

  It had to have been one of the sexiest sights she’d ever seen. While he wasn’t completely naked, the pair of black boxer briefs hanging off his narrow hips would never qualify as clothing. Hannah popped another piece of fruit into her mouth and continued to watch Finley scarf down his own food, not even taking the time to actually sit.

  She wouldn’t complain, though. The view of his bare chest, chiseled and hard in all the right places, forced her eyes lower to the small splattering of fine hair that trailed beneath the waistband of his briefs. The muscled vee that framed that happy trail had her mouth watering to run her tongue along the same path as her gaze had just taken.