by Dee Ellis
I angled the phone overhead, letting him see me. I was lying on my white comforter; the tiny bright pink rose petal design making my skin pop. I kind of looked pretty, actually. Finn was fucking beautiful. He was also very huge and very hard and very naked.
Sprawled in the huge bed we used to share, his hair was loose and messy, the way I loved it. Sinewy muscle bunched as he moved to sit just right, a heavy sigh filling the quiet.
His bright blue eyes were full of need, and I suddenly wanted more than this. It would have to do, though. The phone was held so I could just see the tip of his cock pressed to his abs.
“You’re so beautiful, Finn. I miss you so much. I don’t.…I don’t know...” Finn shook his head and smiled at me, his eyes soft.
“Hush. Not now. Right now, I want to see your little pussy and watch you come for me. Show me what I want to see, Sweetheart.” My eyes fluttered as he used his gravelly sex voice on me. Worked every time.
Again, I shifted the phone over me, one hand sliding over my tits, down my belly. I didn’t touch myself, though. We had played this game before. I didn’t touch myself until he said I could. I liked him in control of my pleasure.
Finn knew just how to give it to me when I really needed it. Not just when I wanted it. Finn let out a sound, and my eyes flickered open, watching him through the screen.
As I watched, his huge hand wrapped around his cock, pumping a few times. Bonus! I didn’t think about how hot it would be to see him get himself off. Holy hell.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Show me how wet you are for me, Sweet Girl,” I hesitated and he smirked my favorite sexy smirk, and nodded, “You can touch it, baby. Open up for me. Show me how bad you need this. How much you missed me making you come.”
I moaned as I watched the steady pump of his hand around his cock; it stood up against his belly and I wanted it inside me. I did miss him making me come. Missed the weight of him on top of me, owning my body.
I maneuvered the phone against the blankets I had kicked back. Watching the phone, I slid my hand down between my legs and did as he asked. My fingers slid over the slick folds, and we both let out a sound. I rubbed a circle, spreading my need over my clit and my hips bucked.
Finn let out a growl so I did it again. My other hand went to my breast. My nipples ached and were pebbled so I rubbed my palm over them. Tugged. Flicked a little. Then Finn was talking, and I obeyed every command he gave me.
“Open that pussy so I can watch you touch your clit. Just like that. Fuck, I want that in my mouth so bad. You always taste so good. Suck your fingers. See how good you taste? Good girl. Rub it slow and hard for me.” I did just that, my hips lifting as I let his voice pour over me. Control me. Like he always did.
“Finn...I wish...I don’t...” I shook my head, circling and pressing hard but slow, watching him stroke himself.
“Me too, Sweet Girl. Wish I was deep inside that tight little pussy. I’d never leave again. You let me inside you again, I’m staying, Sweet Girl. Now do as I say,” Finn husked throatily and I knew we both needed this right now. “Slip your fingers inside. Good girl. Feel how greedy that pussy is? Sucks you tight. Feels so good gripping my cock. Nothing like that little pussy. You wish it was my fingers pumping inside you? Or my cock?” I whimpered, doing as he said and pumping faster.
“Both. Your tongue. I love when you kiss my pussy; like you kiss my mouth. Oh God, Finn.” My pussy was slick and my hands fumbled where I knew his would hit that spot that made my back arch and my hips pump, seeking more. “I need it to be you.” I pumped still, tugging and rolling my nipples between my fingers, listening to his heavy breathing as he matched his pace to mine.
“Fuck. I want it to be me. I’d make you come so fast. Because I touch you just right. Find that sweet spot that makes you beg me for more. I fucking love when you beg. Makes me so hard to hear you want me so bad. Don’t you stop, Sweet Girl. Keep pumping those fingers. I need to see you come again. Watch me. Watch me come for you too. Fuck, you’re so hot. I want those tits in my mouth while I’m pounding into that perfect little pussy. Rub your clit. Just like I would if I was fucking you right now. Made you so tight, I could barely move inside you. Just like that.”
We were both breathless, harsh moans and whimpers filling the otherwise quiet. I did just as he told me, because I needed it. I thought of his thick fingers pumping inside me, how he filled me and I always wanted more. Greedy, just like he said. One hand slid back and forth over my nipples, and I never looked away from the screen.
Even when I felt my orgasm clawing its way hot and intense up my back. Blooming in my chest and down to my belly. My back arched, and I watched through hooded eyes as Finn growled his own release, pumping at his cock. I chanted his name over and over as I shuddered and came so hard I couldn’t focus for a second. Jesus Christ.
“God damn, you’re so hot when you come. Turn all pink and pretty. So beautiful, Sweet Girl.” We both shifted in our otherwise empty beds.
“I...I’m sorry, Finn. I just.…” Finn smiled the smile I felt was just for me.
“I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, Gigi. Tell me you meant what you said. We’re locking shit up for now. Please tell me you meant it.” I heard the pain in his voice, saw it in his lovely eyes, and my tears fell.
“I did. I shouldn’t. I’m so confused. So hurt about how things ended. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I don’t want to think about you with anyone else. Finn...I can’t make you promise to wait for me to figure shit out.”
“Yes, you can. I’d do anything you wanted. Gigi...Sweetheart, I haven’t touched another woman or wanted to since you. I won’t. I don’t even need you to promise the same. Just know my dick is locked up...all of me is locked up, and no one else but you will change that. I don’t need you to ask or for you to promise the same. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.” Well, shit. How did he figure out the right things to say now?
“Finn...I’m moving into Cage’s place. Can we...I mean, can you let me figure out where my head is at? With me so close?” Finn smirked that sexy smirk that always made me wet, and we both laughed.
“Gigi, I can promise you lots of things. I can’t promise to be a good boy with my woman across the hall. I will do my best. Because I want you. I shouldn’t. I should just let you go. Let you figure out who you are without me there fucking it up for you and making it harder. I should, right? Gigi, should I just let you go?” I was shocked to hear the heaviness in his voice, see the glittering of tears in his eyes.
“We both know it’s not that easy. If it was, this wouldn’t be so fucking hard. I don’t want to hurt you. I just know...thinking about you not being a part of my life or you with someone else...rips my fucking heart out. You hurt me. I hurt you too, though. I just walked.” I realized we never even talked about that night; I never gave him a chance.
“Broke my fucking heart, Sweet Girl. I fucked up, but I do that all the time. You watched me fuck up for half my life. You still wanted me. Then you just didn’t anymore.” Finn shoved his thick hair back into a tiny bun and let out a frustrated noise.
“I’m so sorry. You should let me go. I should let you go. No promises of locking shit up. It’s not fair.” Panic pulsed through me. Why did I say that? Clearly, I didn’t want to walk away from him. Even if I should.
“I will if you want me to. Only if you look at me and tell me you truly want me gone from your life. I would go. I’d leave everything to walk away so we didn’t hurt like this.” Just like that I knew; I was the one who was breaking our hearts.
“Don’t. Please. I can’t...Finn, I can’t breathe when I think about you not being part of me. I’m fucking confused and hurt and so angry at you. I should have been good enough for you.” We were both crying, and it hurt to put myself out there but damn it felt good to talk to him at last.
“Oh, Gigi. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. Best fucking thing in my life. I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want them to tell you I wasn�
��t good enough for you. Because I fucking am not. I didn’t lie because of Cage, not really. At first, maybe. Then...I didn’t want it to end, Gigi. I wanted you for keeps and I knew it could never happen. I’m so sorry you ever thought I was lying for any other reason than to make sure I got to keep you a little longer.” Finn spoke softly, voice husky and full of regret and pain. I hurt him just as much as he hurt me.
“Cage had you giving up on us before we ever had a chance. Me too, I guess. Constantly telling us to stay away from each other. Telling you I was too good for you. Telling me you would never be good enough for me. I wanted you anyway. Because Finn, I happen to think you are good for me. Should never have mattered what my family thought. To you or to me.” Finn sighed and shook his head, smiling gently.
As I watched, he snuggled into my side of the bed, and I realized he was using my old pillow. I smiled because I was doing the same without even realizing it. We missed this. We missed us.
“Don’t...uh…don’t let me go, Finn. Just let me...figure shit out. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t even know if I can let you go. I won’t ask you to lock your dick up,” I giggled and he laughed, and my chest felt less achy, “I can promise you my pussy is locked up though. Pretty sure you are the only person who ever had the key to it.” Finn let out a growl that I felt in said pussy.
“God damn right. Keep that sweetness locked up for me. You don’t need to ask, I told you. It just is what it is. Guess you got the key to my dick too. You don’t come unless I tell you that you can, you understand?” We both smiled when I nodded, always obeying. “good girl. Orgasms are locked up too. For us both. I won’t let you go. I fucking should walk away, but I won’t. I can’t either, Sweetheart.” The more he talked, the more that ache in my chest seemed to ease.
“I should go. I need to study; might have skipped most my classes today.” I decided it best not to tell him about Jordan. Not yet, anyway, since it was really nothing.
“Bad girl. I need to head in to the station soon. Sweetheart,” He sighed as he got up and headed, still naked, to his bathroom, “you don’t have to give me anything more. I’m good with today. But, I mean...if you want to talk to me. Or text me. Or let me make you come again, please feel free to do all the above. I miss having you to talk to.” I did too, so I told him that.
We talked a little while longer, and I was achy in a different way as I watched him step into the shower. I had flashes of him pinning me to that shower wall, both of us soapy as he pounded into me. Finn indeed held the key to my lady parts; they hummed as I watched his muscles tighten and bunch as he moved.
Damn, the man was like a fucking God. I had to let him go before I allowed a second round that might leave me non-functioning. I really did have to study, even if I could barely focus after that talk with him. My head was all over the place, but I knew one thing.
Finn held the key to more than one part of me.
5
Few things in life make me nervous. Things that should, like walking into a fire or hanging down an embankment to save people, do not. Talking to Deacon Cooper after he found out I was fucking his baby girl does. I can’t look him in the eye like I used to. Doesn’t matter that I’m fucking in love with his daughter.
No one knows that. Can’t really tell the two men in my woman’s life I love her if I haven’t even told her yet. Cage keeps telling me to relax. Easy for him to say; he never fucks up like I do. Deacon has been like a father to me, and fucking Gigi, then breaking her heart, might change that.
Doesn’t mean I would take a second of it back. Gigi filled me up in ways I didn’t think was possible. Coming home to her felt like nothing else.
Having her there to talk to after a bad day, or a good one even, made me feel complete. I didn’t know how empty I had felt before her. Now, without her, I felt like huge chunks of me were missing. Because Gigi had walked away with them.
Right now, though, my chest didn’t burn with the hole left by her. Because right now I was reading a very inappropriate text from her. A text beneath the photo she'd sent me of her studying in panties and the CFD shirt she'd stolen from me. A photo that led to me calling her just hours ago for us to get off together, again, through FaceTime.
Third time this week.
Gigi: Think we might dirty all the same surfaces in my place that we did in yours? Damn, she drove me crazy. We were moving her in and now I had a hard on and was thinking of nailing her against…everything.
Me: Keep it up, Sweetheart. Don’t think I won’t punish you with the Coopers there.
We weren’t into kink, not really, but Gigi liked me to push her and I fucking loved it. I had left many marks at her perfect ass and just thinking about it made my dick harder.
Not a good look with Deacon and Cage keeping a close eye on the two of us. I knew a talk was coming; no way was Deacon letting me off easy. Gigi needed to cool her teasing, but I didn’t really want her to. I loved it. I shoved at my dick, glad I was wearing sweats that offered some room.
My cock was grateful for the sexy sweater and leggings Gigi was wearing. He saluted her the moment she climbed the steps, shaking her ass for me two hours earlier.
Now I was struggling with keeping my distance. I was using her things to hide my pulsing cock. Even as I tried not being totally obvious about how bad I still wanted Deacon’s little girl.
“Finn,” Deacon’s voice boomed after I set down another box of Gigi’s books, “Come here a moment, son.” Shit. Son. He had called me that since I was twelve. Kind of hoped my fucking his daughter didn’t change that.
“Yes, sir?” I learned a lot about respect and pride from Deacon Cooper. Too bad I threw it all away by being greedy with Gigi. Still wouldn’t change it.
“I need you to promise me something.” Shit. I was sweating despite the chilly fall weather.
“Of course, sir. Anything you ask.” Well, that might be easier said than done; if he asks me to stay away from Gigi, that’s a promise I can’t keep.
“Keep an eye on her for me. I know your relationship with Gigi is complex,” Deacon put a hand on my shoulder and I swear to God, tears filled my eyes on contact, “we don’t need to discuss details now. Please just...make sure my little girl is safe.” I nodded because that I could promise; I would be watching my woman because that was my job now.
“Absolutely, sir. Didn’t even need to ask.” We shared a look, and I knew he saw through me. Knew just what I felt for Gigi.
“I know, Finn. Once you want to, we can discuss the details. Until then, just keep her safe for me, understand?” I nodded and the hand at my shoulder gave a squeeze.
“I... Deacon, I should have come to you ages ago. I am sorry I didn’t. I never meant to disrespect you and certainly not Gigi.” Another squeeze at my shoulder and he gave a curt nod.
“I’m not an easy man to come to. Neither is Cage. We don’t make it easy on the men in our girls’ lives. Would have been no different to you, even if you’re family. When you do come to me, I’ll know you deserve my little girl. Until then...” Deacon left that up to me, and I nodded in understanding.
Then we were carrying boxes again, as if the moment had never happened. But it had and I knew that before I could have Gigi again, I’d have to go to Deacon. Then to Cage. I had to do it right this time. I should have the first time around.
I watched her bounce up the stairs, shaking her ass when I was following her, and knew I’d do anything for her now. Having her then losing her was no fucking joke. I couldn’t do it again. That’s if Gigi decided she wanted me for real again.
Flirting with me through texts and letting me watch her come was not the same. We passed in the hallway and I dipped my face into her neck, breathing deep. Gigi lifted a hand to slide it down my chest and my cock woke up again. All day we were like this and I loved it, but I wanted more.
I wanted to take her up on her offer. If I fucked her on every surface, like I had at my place, she could never forget she was mine. That I had driven deep i
nside her on her couch, her table, against her bookcase. Everywhere she looked, she would see me taking her, just like I did when I looked around my place.
“Hey, neighbor,” Harper from downstairs stood halfway up the steps, hollering up at us, “need extra hands?” I growled as Gigi answered with a nod and a welcoming smile.
“Sure, Harper. Is Stella around?” Just like that, Gigi had two new best friends.
Stella and Harper lived on the bottom floor of the four condo complex. Their husbands were good guys, and they often invited Cage and I to cookouts and shit on our back patio.
Since Charli came into the picture, those get togethers had felt all sorts of awkward for me. Then, Gigi just started showing up to them. Now that it was out in the open about us, I wondered what it would be like for us.
To have her sit on my lap while we laughed and talked with three other couples. It might seem lame. Maybe before Gigi I would have thought so, but now? Excited the shit out of me to think of just being with her that way.
The girls unpacked and talked like they were old friends. Which, I suppose as often as Gigi hung out here, they might be. I had to wonder if Harper or Stella knew about us before. At one dinner Harper held to get to know Charli, I thought she knew something.
By then, I was sneaking Gigi into my place nearly every night. Surely someone saw her come in looking pretty and polished and leave looking fucked and satisfied. We were less than discreet at that dinner; Harper sent me a wink now before smirking at Gigi, so I figured yeah, they knew.
While they were unpacking, Cage and I did all the heavy lifting. Gigi didn’t need much since Cage was leaving his furniture. They both decided a new bed was in order; Gigi said in no uncertain terms she was not sleeping in Charli and Cage’s sexed up bed. I had to laugh at that.
Then we shared a look, and I wondered if the new bed would get sexed up by us. By the flushed look on her beautiful face, I knew she read my thoughts. Cage and I put the bed together and he bitched about always being the grunt man for the Cooper sisters.