by Dee Ellis
“Close your eyes. Please, Sweetheart.” I did as asked and smiled when his lips pressed to each lid.
Then he was gone and I held onto the tree because I wanted to yank him back. I heard some shuffling around and a few curses, and I laughed. I didn’t peek. I wanted the surprise. What’s more, I wanted to let him surprise me; I didn’t want to spoil it.
Moments later, I heard a clicking sound. Then another. Suddenly, he was against me, kissing me hungrily, tongue hot and wet at my lips, then tangling with mine. Another click. Finn lifted away, both of us breathless.
On an impressive tripod several feet away was a beautiful camera. Finn held a remote in his hand as he shoved behind me, cradling me in his thick arms. I watched him smile at the camera as he clicked it again.
Damn, I loved him.
Finn pressed his face into my neck as he held me close, tears flooding my eyes. Then he clicked it again. My head twisted, and I was kissing him, needy and demanding, and he clicked again. Finn broke away first, nodding towards the camera.
“Yours, Sweetheart. A few more toys in the bag. Go. Play.” I stared up at this beautiful man, snow coating his shoulders and beard.
Now was the perfect time to tell him I loved him. It screamed in my head; from every part of me, in fact. I didn’t. Because I wanted to let him have this moment. To have a lot more moments like this one. We both deserved it.
Both of us deserved these sweet, meaningful moments we had missed the first time around. I did as I was told, which was often the case between Finn and I.
For hours after I took that beautiful camera off the tripod, I shot. Skylines and landscapes. The snow covering the bridges that were quiet tonight. The icy lake beside us. Finn posing beneath the tree, watching me with light in his crystal blue eyes.
I loved him, and I loved these moments. More than the intense, hot moments up against his door or pinned to his floor. Sneaking into bathrooms or balconies. This right here, just us together because we could be. Because we wanted to be.
“This is amazing. Why?” I set the camera, a nifty Nikon D5500, gently at my hip to tilt my head at him.
“You see the world differently than anyone I know. You love to read about other worlds, other lives. But you love yours. This one. Maybe you still finish your English major. Who cares if you don’t? When you take photos, you take a moment of how you see the world, and it’s fucking beautiful. I want you to do what you love. Only what you love.” I lifted the camera to my face and snapped the look on his beautiful face when he said that.
“Thank you. Finn…it’s…it’s beautiful.” Finn smiled, bright and toothy, nodding towards me.
“It is pretty spectacular to watch you.” It was getting late, but he seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was.
Still. my fingers were numb, and I knew my face was flushed so I packed the camera away. My hand swiped over it lovingly, resting in the black bag with the tripod and the dozens of accessories he had filled it with.
Finn bent to hook the bag over his shoulder, and then he tucked me into him. Leading me back to the blazer, he was quiet. Smiling and content, but quiet. I was antsy and hungry, and not for food. Though we had skipped food and had been out in the cold for hours.
“Hungry, Sweetheart?” Finn wondered the moment he had the car going.
“Starved.” I answered without hesitation, winning a knowing smirk from him.
Finn winked at me and let the old beat up blazer warm up. The air between us crackled, and I could feel myself heat up faster than the truck.
I missed the feel of him against me, the weight of his hands on my skin. I know he said he wanted to do it right, but I wasn’t sure this was wrong. Before he could slide the shifter into reverse, I climbed over it and straddled his lap.
“Gigi…. we don’t...” My fingers had woven in his thick hair, and I tugged once.
“Shh,” I placed my lips against his without pressure, “I hold the keys, yes?” My hips rocked against him, his cock hard against my center, both of us needy.
“Yes. To every fucking part of me, Sweetheart. I want you so fucking bad, but…it isn’t about just that for me. You know that, right?” Finn sounded anxious, a little panicked even, and I tugged gently at his hair again.
“It’s more than this for me too. It’s everything, Finn.” My eyes closed as my forehead touched to his, both of us breathing heavy.
“Everything, Sweetheart. I did keep you hot for me all day, huh? Kept your hands away from my pussy like a good girl, didn’t you?” Just like that, his voice was honey pouring over me, his hands at my hips, cock grinding into me.
“Yes. Yes. I need you. Please.” By now the truck felt sweltering, and I started to yank up his shirt, needing to touch his skin.
“Ah, ah ah. Car fucking etiquette, baby. Get this ass in the backseat.” Finn lifted me off his lap and gave a swat at my backside as I scrambled over the console.
Moments later, car still running, he was struggling to climb back too. I almost laughed because the car was not made for a man his size. The leather bench seat was cool on my skin when he pinned me down at last, shoving my sweater up.
Finn’s warm hands made my body bow up off the seat, my breath catching. Quickly, his hands shoved my sweater off, then my jeans down. I squirmed against the weight of his stare as he knelt between my legs.
“You’re so fucking perfect. Don’t move.” Finn reached towards the floorboard and came back with the camera.
“Finn. No.” I flushed as he hushed me, flattening his huge hand to my belly.
“Yes, Sweetheart. Lie still for me.” My arms were above my head, my back arched up off the seat and legs tangled with his.
Finn aimed and shot. Then his hand skimmed over my hip, up my belly, and between my breasts. I was quivering, but I was anything but cold. My eyes watched him as he wrapped his hand around my throat, my body arching to the touch.
Another click of the camera. Then he whispered his callused hand over my shoulders, burning a path of pleasure, and my bra fell away. I gasped and he growled, taking another snap.
“Nothing’s as sexy as watching you get hot for me. Nothing else. We use to tease you because you flush so easy. When I make you hot, you don’t flush the same. It’s pink and spreads over your perfect tits and makes me hard as fuck,” Finn tugged my hand to cover his jean covered arousal, “because I turn you on, I get turned on. Look at me, Sweet Girl.” My eyes flew up to his face, hidden partially by the camera as he clicked again.
“Finn! No one can see these.” I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed, really; Finn was looking at me like a piece of art, and I felt like one.
“Mmm…no these are just for me. For you too, Sweetheart. For you to see how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re hot for me. Only me. These need to go.” Finn hooked a hand in my lacy pants and tore them off. I lost more panties to his impatience.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Gigi. Spread your legs for me. Good girl. Let me look at you.” Finn sat back on his heels for a moment, the air electric and hot between us.
I didn’t fidget and I didn’t look away from his face. I wanted to see how he reacted to me. Because I knew how I reacted to him. It was empowering to see him get needy. To see his bright blue eyes darken. His breaths come faster. His pulse pound at the side of his neck.
Finn snapped again, and I gasped because it felt like a touch. Then again. My thighs were trembling around his hips and he pushed them wider.
“Touch yourself for me. Just like you did this morning. Let me watch you make yourself wet.” Too late; my thighs were slick with need, but I obeyed.
Hesitantly, my hand shoved down my front to spread myself open to him. Finn growled, and his free hand--the one not aiming the camera--dug into my thigh. I winced, but welcomed the bite of pain.
I was soaked and my fingers slid over my slit, then between to find the achy nub. Finn snapped again, and I moaned. Then I forgot about the camera, about the icy air, and even about Finn. My fingers found a rhythm that had my h
ips bucking.
“Mmm, good girl. Stop. Give me your fingers.” I moaned when he wrapped his hand around my wrist and yanked.
We both moaned again as he sucked my fingers into his mouth, licking my taste off. The blazer was full of my harsh breathing and the sounds of him licking my fingers clean.
It was lewd and hot and totally Finn. Then he snapped again, and I tugged at his hips with my knees. I was vibrating with need, the darkness and my heavy lids making him blurry.
“Not yet, Sweetheart. Been too long since I had your sweetness on my tongue.” He shoved my legs wider, the camera gone as he bent forward.
“Oh God! Finn!” I don’t know how he managed in the cramped space, but Finn was feasting on me like he was starved.
My legs were yanked up over his massive shoulders as he cupped my ass in his hands, held me to his mouth, and sucked me into his mouth. For long moments, he suckled and growled, and I almost came from being on edge.
Then his tongue flattened and circled my lips before latching onto my clit. Teeth came into play, and I saw stars and screamed out, his name echoing through the car as I came. Hard.
“Damn, you taste so good. Like sweet fucking cherries. Undress me, Sweetheart.” Finn licked his lips, and I whimpered.
I sat up on my elbows once I could breathe, tearing his shirt off and flinging it to the floorboards. My hands made quick work of his jeans, and he sprung out; Finn often went commando, and I rarely complained.
I bent to lick at the head, dripping with precum, and he growled. His hands tangled in my hair, and he thrust deep into my throat, both of us moaning. Then, just as fast, he pinned me back and sunk inside me.
“Oh, Jesus,” I screamed, nails clawing at his back as I bit into his shoulder, “fuck. Finn, yes. Please, baby, I missed you so much.” The feel of him filling me was like finally being complete again. Whole.
“Fuck, you’re pussy’s so greedy for me. I fucking love it. I missed being deep inside you. I never want to leave. Look at me, Gigi.” His hand cradled my jaw, yanking once, and I struggled to focus.
“Finn…please.” Watching me, he pulled out, and I whimpered, legs at his hips fighting to bring him back.
“Nothing else feels like me being inside you. It never will. Not for me; not for you. I fucking own you. I got the keys to you, Sweet Girl, but only because you got the keys to me.” Finn wound his left hand around my throat and bent to take my mouth.
Then he started thrusting. Fast and hard, deep thrusts that had the entire truck bouncing. His tongue fucked my mouth, suckling and seeking, as his cock pounded into me.
The dual sensations triggered another orgasm that rippled through me. Burning slow and lasting so long, I thought it was more than one. Finn let out a harsh curse against my mouth, biting at my lip. His fingers tightened at my throat, pinning me down.
“That’s it. Come for me. God damn, I love it when you come around my cock. Nothing else like it. Don’t you close your eyes. You let me see how fucking good this feels. I need it, Sweetheart.” I obeyed, though it was a task.
I focused on his face as his body claimed mine again, taking and taking. I gave and gave, my fingers digging into his skin, marking his flesh. Finn pressed close, shoving me up on the bench seat, his body weight delicious against mine.
My legs shifted higher on his hips, and he growled, pressing harder. Faster. I watched as his muscles bunched, his harsh sounds coiling in the space between us in puffs of icy air.
“Fuck, I can’t…I can’t even…oh fuck, yes. Just like that; come with me, Sweet Girl. Fuck, yes.”
My voice mingled with his as we came; the mere sight of his pleasure had thundered through me and shoved me over the edge his lovemaking had led me to.
“Finn!” When he collapsed against me, I clutched at him with my limbs, refusing to let him go.
Soon, I was shivering from the cold, and Finn sat up, bringing me on his lap. Twisting us to face the front, he tangled his fingers in my hair. Yanking, he touched his nose to mine and whispered something about it being beautiful. And it was.
This thing between us was fucking beautiful, and I loved it. Just as he was tucking his dick back in his jeans, a rap at the window had me shrieking.
“Shit. It’s the cops.” Finn laughed while I panicked; he was friends with most of them, but I was mortified.
“Finn! My dad will flip!” I struggled to get into my clothes while he climbed up front.
“Keep your ass back there. No one needs to see you after I make you come. That’s just for me.” Falling with a thud into his seat, he swatted my ass as I shoved my pants on.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I was smiling widely as I yanked my sweater over my head. I stayed in the back seat.
“Hey, Kyle. What’s up, bro?” Thank goodness, it was, in fact, a friend.
“Got a call. Two horny fucks in the middle of the park. Why am I not surprised it’s you? Never caught you in a park, though. Kind of romantic for you, isn’t it?” I rolled my eyes and kicked the back of Finn’s seat.
“Thanks for that, Kyle. Nothing illegal going on here, bro. How’s your wife?” Finn wiggled his brows, and I kicked his seat again.
“Evening, Gigi.” Kyle called, and my jaw fell open. Did I know a Kyle?
“Hi?” I said it like a question and started to lean forward, but a look from Finn stopped me.
“He doesn’t need to see you, Sweetheart. He knows you’re back there. Someone called? We were out here for hours, my woman’s a photographer, and I literally saw not a single soul.” Finn didn’t seem bothered so I tried to ignore that, for some reason, I did.
“Yeah, it’s kind of late for park goers. Maybe bring your woman home before you let her see what a man you are. Later, dick.” The two actually bumped fists, and Finn turned towards me.
“Come on, Sweetheart. What’s wrong?” Finn helped me up front and brought my hand to his lips as I buckled in.
“Nothing. Maybe something. I don’t know. I’m hungry, baby.” I let him keep my hand as he finally pulled from the lot.
“Mmm, me too. Kind of hungry for pizza. Kind of hungry for your pussy since my blazer smells like it. Mmm, fucking delicious.” I giggled and covered my face, flushing furiously.
“Finn Cooper!” I rolled my eyes when he wet his lips and made a show of adjusting himself at a stop light.
“Your fault. You smell fucking amazing. Especially your sweet pussy. Damn, I wish I could bottle that scent. When you get hot, fuck, it smells good.” I blushed redder, and he laughed, deep and long and I loved it.
Finn decided on pizza, and I waited in the car while he ran in to grab it. The snow was coming down heavy in big, fat flakes. It was so lovely. If I had time, I would have whipped out the camera.
I leaned over the console to help him with the pizzas. Halfway back up, I saw it. Or at least, I thought I saw it. A tiny, green mini cooper about a block away. Parked, facing us, with a silhouette inside.
“Got four cheese and half ham and pineapple, half mushroom and bacon for us. Hope you’re hungry. I plan on eating this, then eating some more of you. Gigi?” My eyes flashed up to his as he held the pizza boxes towards me.
“I’m starving, it smells delicious. Sorry. Thought I saw someone I knew.” I frowned, setting the warm boxes on my legs.
Finn didn’t ask, and I was glad. We cuddled on the couch and ate pizza. I conned him into episodes of Dr. Who, mine and Cage’s favorite show, while he rubbed my feet. Midway through the fourth episode, I paused it just when it was getting good.
“Finn…I don’t think Jordan took it too well that I was done trying him out.” I knew I had to tell him even though I rather not.
“What did he say? You told him you’re mine, right?” Finn took the remote and tossed it aside as he watched me.
We still had not worked out the specifics, but I had a good idea we were back together. I didn’t need a label, but this time I wanted one. Eventually. Right now, I knew I didn’t want to be with anyone else.
I also knew we still had things to work through. Like his jealousy, which I enjoyed more than I should, but was pointless. Someday, I wanted all the dirt about his badge bunnies. None of that was getting fixed tonight.
“I did. I explained to him before we went to lunch those few times,” Rather not exacerbate the situation and call them dates, “that I was seeing you and it was complicated. That I was trying to figure things out. I didn’t tell him who you were, not your name or anything. But he knew. He knew a lot more than he should have. Got kind of creepy towards the end; he didn’t take it at all how I expected.” Finn sat up and pushed my legs off his lap. I ached because I could see him struggling with this information.
“That pretty motherfucker comes near you, I’ll fucking kill him. Drop his class. Tomorrow. I don’t demand shit of you, Gigi. Not really. I won’t let you be in his class. We can’t…. we need to do shit right this time, Sweetheart.” I leaned forward and put a hesitant hand at his shoulder; Finn warmed me when he grabbed it and brought it to his face.
“I will. I won’t talk to him or go back. I hated the class, and I think I might talk to my advisor about my major. You’re right. Tonight, at Auburn, I was the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I want to love what I do. Doesn’t mean I know what that is yet.” Besides you. I smiled when he seemed to read my thoughts and smirked at me.
“You tell me if he bothers you, yeah? You promise?” I didn’t want to promise because I didn’t want to upset him if that happened. But I did promise.
“I promise, baby. I’m telling you now, right? I just…I didn’t like how it felt when we were talking. It lasted all of five minutes, and I felt wrong the rest of the day.” I shuddered a little at the memory of unease.
“Did he scare you, Gigi? I’ll fucking kill him. Did he threaten you?” Finn twisted, yanking me into his lap and cradling my face.
“He didn’t threaten me. It was just…he seemed so intense all of a sudden. It didn’t feel normal. We went to lunch a few times. Lunch is not romantic or…” I trailed off when Finn frowned, bowing his head.
“You brought him home. To your place. He knows where you live; he’s been in this fucking apartment.” He raged suddenly and shoved me off his lap, leaping to his feet.