The Wrong Girl

by M. Piper

  The light blues and light grays make it feel open but the stark contrast of deep blue in the accents give it that manly touch I’m sure all the boys here appreciate. And it’s so clean!

  “So,” he says, changing the subject. “Living room.” He waves to the open room. “Kitchen.” He walks down a hallway and points to the upstairs. “The upstairs is open loft style where Anders, King, and Kellan live.”

  “You have a friend named King?” I grin at him and he lets out a laugh.

  “Yeah. It’s his last name. He hates his first name so over the years we’ve all learned to use the name that doesn’t piss him off.” He shrugs and continues down the hallway. “Dad’s off limits suite.” He points to a closed door. “Kind of weird living with my dad when I’ve got my own place back home, but it works.” He chuckles. “And my room.” He pushes the door that opens to a room with a full wall of windows, ceiling to floor. I gasp, looking out at the beach and my feet take me straight to the view.

  “This is beautiful.” I turn to look at him. “I’m so jealous of you,” I say laughing. “My view comes from my one sliding door. You’ve got an entire wall of ocean!”

  He’s leaned against his doorway, arms crossed in front of him, and he’s looking right at me. Not at the view. Not at his phone. Not at anything else that could distract him.

  Me.

  “My view right now is better than anything I’ve seen from this room before.” He walks towards me, the reflection of the moonlight on the water dancing across the ceiling of the room. His eyes lock on mine and nothing else is left to be said. I could make fun of my outfit. I could make fun of his outfit. But… I don’t say anything. I stand there as he approaches me. When his fingers trail down my jaw I let my face push into his palm until he’s looking straight into my soul, piercing blue eyes and all. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” His eyebrows pull together and his bottom lip sucks between his teeth.

  I push my hand over his heart and my eyes flick to his lips. “You’d be surprised if you knew how similar those feelings were.” I feel his heart hammering under my palm and he takes that half a step closer and brings his body against mine.

  In one swift movement, his arms are around me and his lips are on mine, pushing me back against the window.

  “Hey Finley?” he whispers, his lips still on mine.

  “Yeah?” I breathe heavy, pushing my fingers through his hair.

  “I’m a fucking gentleman. You know that, right?”

  My head falls back and I let out a loud laugh then gasp when his mouth connects with my skin.

  “Yes,” I hiss, answering his question and his lips.

  “Outside of the bedroom.” He grunts, trailing his tongue up my skin. Each time he touches me like this makes my need for him even worse. “I just needed to clarify that. All bets are off the minute you let me touch you like this.” It’s like a switch is flipped and he grips my ass harder than before and lifts, forcing me to wrap my legs around him.

  “Fuck yes,” I growl. “I’ve been waiting for this side of you,” I say, giggling.

  He pauses and pulls back with his eyebrows high on his forehead.

  “Oh yeah?” He smirks. “You a little closet sex freak or something?”

  My cheeks burn and I bite my lip, nodding slowly.

  “I have a few drawers full of things…” I shrug and his eyes go wide.

  “Are you being serious right now?”

  I nod, my cheeks burning.

  Without notice, he drops me to the floor, my feet thudding on the hardwood, and grips my hand.

  “We have to go.” He takes off for his door and turns briefly, grabbing my face with both of his hands and kissing me hard. “Fuck, Finley,” he breathes out, his forehead on mine before snapping back to his mission.

  Our ‘walk on the beach’ tonight is more of me keeping up with a man on a mission. A mission to get to my sex toy drawer, apparently.

  I definitely didn’t see tonight going this direction when I put on this hideous dress, but I’m not about to stop him.

  Chapter 6

  Levi

  A couple drawers?

  A couple goddamned drawers!

  Why the fuck aren’t we at her place?!

  She’s trying her hardest to keep up with me and I know I’m not pulling that gentleman shit right now, but fuck being a gentleman! This girl’s been hiding her freak side from me!

  Fuck!

  Knowing this shit? I want to fuck her hard, rough, and fast. All goddamned night.

  Thank God tomorrow’s Saturday, because we’re not sleeping a wink tonight.

  She’s giggling when we approach her front door and fumbling with her keys she’s laughing so hard.

  “This isn’t funny, Squirt,” I mumble, pulling her through the door with me and pushing her against it as it slams closed. My lips on hers. My hands searching for the zipper on this God-awful dress she picked out.

  It was cute to begin with. But it needs to go.

  Turning, she pulls the stray hair that has fallen from her bun out of the way to reveal the hidden zipper, and I all but rip the goddamned thing off of her.

  “I’ve wanted you for too long to mess around anymore, Finley.” I push my lips to her neck as the dress falls to the floor with a thud. She hums out a response and I turn her, looking into those eyes. Eyes that have always held a world of unspoken feelings towards me. “I mean it. I finally have you; I’m not sharing you. I want you exclusively for as long as I can have you.”

  Her eyebrows briefly push together and her head finally bobs after what feels like a lifetime.

  “As long as you can have me,” she whispers. “Just us.”

  I growl and yank her to me, lifting her and carrying her down the hallway to her bedroom, tossing her on the bed while she giggles.

  “Serious question for you, Squirt,” I say, breathing heavy and ready to fuck this girl on every surface of this place. She looks at me expectantly, propped up on her elbows. God, she’s beautiful. “Which drawers?”

  She lets out this laugh that brings chills to my entire body and heat straight to my dick. With her head hanging back, her tits bounce as she laughs and when she looks back at me, her thighs press together in pure need and her eyes swirl with lust.

  “Bottom right two,” she whispers, letting her arms fail and falling to her back as she giggles. I curse in victory and practically fall off the bed to get to the drawers. Scrambling to open them, my dick painfully hard and my heart beating out of my chest, I feel like an absolute madman.

  Get yourself together, Walsh!

  “Holy. Shit.” I whisper, spinning to look back at the woman on the bed. The woman who looks innocent as hell, radiating beauty and power and everything a girl could dream of… A woman who has an arsenal of sex toys. “Squirt.” I laugh, lifting a big black dildo out of the drawer and raising an eyebrow at her. “This?” I toss it back in and search through it, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “And these?”

  She’s looking at me through lust filled eyes, licking her lips and grinning at me.

  “I never said I wasn’t a freak.” Nodding to the other drawer. “Open that one.” She’s smirking at me as I slowly pull open the drawer.

  “Fuck me,” I groan, having to remember how to breathe properly. Anal beads, hooks, nipple clamps, and a plethora of ropes and ties fill the drawer. It’s almost intimidating, but mostly hot.

  And kinky.

  So damn kinky.

  I pull out a strappy contraption and lift an eyebrow at her in question.

  “It’s a sex swing.” She stands from the bed and walks over to me. I watch as she shoves my pants down and wraps her hand around my dick, breathing heavy and trying to control myself because this is better than any dream I’ve had about her over the years. A sex swing?! “I haven’t used it in a while,” she whispers, taking it from my grasp. She drops to her knees and wraps her lips around me and I almost come immediately. Watching her, twisting my fist in her hair, f
eeling her tongue slide along my shaft and watching as she pulls the bead of pre-cum out and licks it before standing back up is enough to drive a man insane.

  “You’ve used it before?” I glance down at the plethora of arsenal she has. “And all that?” My eyes go wide and I start to wonder who this girl is. She lets out this airy laugh and stands then pats my cheek softly.

  “I was part of this monthly subscription thing for sex toys. My college girlfriends talked me into it. I’ve toyed around with some of that but there are still things in those drawers that are brand new.” She pecks her lips to mine before heading to the doorway.

  Finley on her knees in front of me, popping my dick out of her mouth was mouthwatering, orgasm inducing, control losing bliss.

  Watching her hook up the swing, completely naked and comfortable in her skin? It’s mother fucking perfection.

  She turns and grins at me before climbing into the seat and slowly spreading her legs for me as she hooks them into the straps.

  And I’m glued in place.

  Good. Fucking. Christ.

  Never did I think the day would come when a woman would intimidate me in the bedroom…but we’re here. And I’m hard as a goddamn rock because of it. I stand there, my hand going to my cock and my eyes traveling her body as she shifts and gets comfortable. Her legs spread wide and I can’t tear my eyes off her pussy.

  Glistening.

  Needy.

  Fuck.

  “Finley,” I manage through a thick throat. She’s breathing heavy, her eyes hooded and her lip sucked into her mouth and finally I find the strength to walk over to her and immediately drop to my knees in front of her. My tongue trails slowly down her pussy and she moans, arching back in the seat. I grip her thighs tight, lapping her juices, fucking her with my tongue. She tastes better than I remember. Sweet. Like the best damn desert a man could have.

  “Levi,” she pants as I twirl my tongue around her clit, teasing her. “I need you to fuck me.”

  I take one long stroke of my tongue, plunging it inside her again before slowly standing and leaning over her, pressing my lips to hers. She kisses me hard, licking my lips, her tongue dancing with mine.

  “See how fucking hot you taste?” I whisper on her lips. She moans and tries to push against me but the swing refuses to let her get to where she needs.

  She’s completely at my mercy right now.

  And it’s hot as fuck.

  I back away slowly, stroking my dick and watching her squirm.

  “I like this swing,” I growl and she lets out an annoyed chuckle.

  “If you don’t fuck me soon I’m getting out of this thing and burning it.”

  Barking out a laugh, I grab a condom and slide it on, never taking my eyes off her. Her tits rise and fall with each ragged breath she takes. Her pussy is drenched, tight, and needy. Her hands gripping the ropes so tight her knuckles are white.

  “If I wasn’t so hard right now I’d just stand here and watch you wiggle like that.” I step towards her and reach out, dipping a finger inside her. “Goddamned stunning.”

  She moans when I pull my finger out and I circle her swollen clit. Pinching it as I line myself up with her, she gasps and I slam into her with one hard thrust, making her jolt in the swing.

  “Fuck!” Her hands grip the straps tight and her body is completely at my mercy. I grip her hips and slam hard into her again. Over, and over, and over.

  “This,” I grunt, knowing I’m hitting so deep inside her it has to be borderline painful for her. “Is mine.” Her nipples are hard, her pussy’s tight and hot and so fucking wet. Her entire body is on display as she arches and lies back in the swing. With one hand on her hip holding her in place while I fuck her hard, I reach out and pinch one of her nipples between my fingers, rolling it gently and causing her to moan out a few curse words.

  She starts to tighten around me, her curses growing louder and more frantic. I shift her so her head’s angled toward the floor and her hips are higher in the air and hit her deeper than I was able to get before, causing her orgasm to come on almost immediately.

  “Fuck. Shit!” She screams, her thighs starting to quake and I feel the rush of her come on my dick. “Oh my God, Levi!” I thrust harder, letting her ride out her orgasm, enjoying her pussy clenching around my dick.

  Pulling out, I rip off the condom and move to her head, placing my thumb in her mouth and forcing her jaw open. She moans and swallows my dick without me having to tell her and I reach down and grip her tits in my palms. Fuck her mouth feels amazing. I curse and thrust into her mouth as I come.

  Hard.

  Panting and dripping in sweat, I help her down from the swing and we fall back to the bed together, wrapped in a tangle of limbs. She pushes her lips to mine and the salty taste of my come on her lips makes me want to fuck her again.

  Right now.

  Shit, this girl. She’s everything I ever wanted in life.

  And I finally have her.

  ***

  I’m waking up with my arms around the girl who sets my skin on fire and made my dick harder than any other girl in the past, and I can’t even form the words correctly to tell her how I feel. Because every time I do, I end up feeling like a complete tool.

  Two weeks ago I met the sex freak side of Finley when she pulled that swing out. Two weeks ago my world changed. I started staying here more often. I can’t stop thinking about her. I need my hands on her. We fuck all the time and when we’re not fucking we’re on the beach trying to figure out how to surf together. It’s the best fucking scenario and I know pretty soon it’s going to come to an end.

  But I can’t think like that.

  “Morning,” she mumbles, shifting in my arms. Her hair’s all over the place and the sheet is twisted between us but the best part of all of this is it feels absolutely perfect. Messy and perfect. This is real.

  “Hey there, gorgeous.” I kiss the tip of her nose before forcing myself to roll out of bed.

  “Where are you going?” she grumbles, rolling over and losing the blanket cover. I pause in the doorway to her bedroom and take in the sight before me. Hair falling all over. Those damn curves begging for my touch. And those lips? Fuck me.

  “I’ll be quick. For the love of God please don’t move.” I wink at her and head for the kitchen to start her coffee pot. The minute she hears it turn on she moans from the bedroom this sexy, morning voice moan that makes my dick insta-hard.

  “You’re making coffee?” she yells.

  “I am,” I say, walking back into her bedroom. Her eyes flash to my dick and she bites her lip. I slide into bed next to her and pull her into my arms.

  “How’d you sleep?” she mumbles in to my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. Her touch is soft but so powerful.

  “Any night with you is better than being back home, Squirt,” I say. When she scoffs I chuckle. “I promise. Something about finally getting you in my arms makes my entire body feel at peace.”

  Humming, her fingers graze lower as the smell of coffee starts to fill the apartment.

  “You’re a pretty good smelling pillow, I guess.” She giggles when I move to tickle the truth out of her and before I know it her hands are shoving the sheets away and reaching for my dick. She’s relentless and I fucking love it.

  I grunt and spin us so she’s underneath me, my arms braced around that messy hair I want to see on her more often and her body arching up towards mine in need.

  “Didn’t get enough last night?” I smirk and push against her, letting her grind against me.

  “Never,” she pants, bringing her hands to my neck and pulling me down for a kiss. A deep kiss. One that makes me hard enough to almost be painful and one that brings a moan out of her so deep I can feel it in my chest.

  “Fuck, Levi,” she huffs, her nails scratching through my hair the slightest bit painful but strangely erotic.

  “Condom,” I whisper, dipping my hips and teasing her with the head of my cock. She sighs an
d lets her hands fall, reaching over blindly for the nightstand where we left the remaining few last night.

  I rip open the package and slide it on, wasting no time before pushing into her. Fuck my life this is heaven. Warm. Tight. Wet. Hot.

  Shit.

  She moans as I push through, spreading her legs wider and adjusting to my size like her tight little pussy didn’t take me hard and fast last night.

  “Oh God,” she whispers as she digs her fingernails into my forearms. I dip my head and suck on her neck, trailing my tongue down to her tits and latching onto a nipple before pulling out and dipping into her again slowly. Her eyes close and I dip my lips and kiss her as I thrust in and out. In. And out. Each retreat has my balls tightening and each time I bury myself inside of her my legs tremble. My entire body is buzzing and when her eyes flash open and she looks up at me, there’s more than lust I see in those beautiful eyes.

  “Fuck,” I huff, shaking my head and lowering my forehead to hers. Her moans and grip on my arm have turned into a fluid body movement, meeting every thrust and grinding against me. Dip. Grind. Pull back. Repeat. Slow and so fucking sexy.

  Beads of sweat form on my chest and her hands slide over my skin then wrap around my neck and pull me closer to her. Her body arcs against mine and she lets out a moan that can probably be heard at my place. When her pussy tightens around my dick I groan and feel the spiral begin. Like I’m freefalling. Being with her is just like free falling. Loving the rush, the adrenaline, the pure love.

  “Fuck!” I slam into her, my slow and steady losing out to the animal inside of me as it takes over and lets my orgasm roar through me. Panting, sweating, and cursing up a goddamned storm, I collapse on the bed next to her to try to catch my breath.

  I wish she wasn’t this sexy.

  I wish she wasn’t this irresistible.

  I wish she didn’t like me as much as that look in her eyes shows.

  And I wish I didn’t like her as much as the look in her eyes reflects…

  More than anything?

  I wish I had never promised her sister what I did.