by Lyra Parish
"Fuck me. Make me come until my body collapses in on itself."
"Hmm." I stood inches in front of her and looked down at her perky-ass breasts and hard nipples, with her legs tucked underneath her.
"I don’t think you can fucking handle me, Miss Downs."
She smiled, and I did the same. Then I pushed it back because I didn't want her to hear an ounce of satisfaction in my voice. "Oh. You're fucking smiling? You must think you can handle me."
"I know that I can. I've done it once, twice, oh wait, three times before. I know how to please you. I could make you beg if I wanted, Mr. Felton."
I inched my boxers down, but left the shirt on my back. I grazed the tip of my dick across her lips, and she pushed herself up onto her knees and opened her mouth. Jennifer licked every part of me, then forced almost all of me into her mouth working her bound body and changing speeds. I ran my fingers through her hair and wanted to look into her eyes but couldn't because of the blindfold. I teetered on the edge, but wouldn't come yet. I was in control tonight, not her.
"Stand up."
So calm and beautiful, she waited for me to tell her what to do next. My hands roamed down to her waist. I rubbed her clit as I grabbed her ass. She moaned as I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Are you sure you can fucking handle me?"
Her breathing increased, and her legs went weak. I squeezed her ass so hard I thought she might squeal. But she didn't, because she loved a little pain mixed with her pleasure. Her moans increased, and before she came, I removed my hands.
"You'll come when I say, not when you fucking want."
She released a frustrated sigh, but wanted to play. I backed her against the patio doors and pinned her body between the cool glass and me. Her breath caught as the coldness of the door pressed against her body. Not wanting to give her what she desired, I grabbed her nipples between my teeth then added pressure and flicked. Then I kissed my way up her neck until I found her mouth. She moved forward to kiss me, but I pulled away.
Not fucking yet.
Irritation spread across her face. The sexual beast within her wanted free, but I wouldn't allow it. I felt a little evil for teasing the shit out of her, but she deserved it, because every moment I was around her, that was how she made me feel: fucking provoked sexually. I loosened the rope on her wrists, moved her arms from behind her back and placed them in front of her, then rebound her.
"Fucking give it to me," she whispered, with demand in her voice.
"I want you to know how you make me feel. How crazy you make me."
"I know already," she said.
"You have no fucking idea," I whispered in her ear, then trailed my lips along the softness of her neck. She tried to reach for me, but I didn't let her. Instead, I slammed her arms above her head, and crushed my lips against hers. I pulled away wanting to undo the blindfold and look into her eyes, desiring to know her feelings, the ones she refused to speak. But her actions spoke louder than words anyway.
I allowing her tongue to dance with mine then poured my emotions into the kiss. A strong desire for her built inside of me. I needed her, all of her, and I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. Maybe I wasn't in control after all.
Almost as if she had read my mind, Jennifer wrapped her bound arms around the back of my neck, and I lifted her in the air. Her legs found their way around my body, and I inserted my dick into her inch by inch. She panted as I pounded her against the glass door.
"Fuck me harder, Finnley. Harder." She kissed me and bit my neck. "Fucking give me everything you've got. Don't hold back."
I pushed myself even deeper into her, deeper than I thought possible. So deep I thought I felt her heart beating with mine. She moaned so loud that I thought all of Vegas would hear.
"Tomorrow when you're so fucking sore you can barely walk, I want you to remember who made you feel that way." I slammed myself into her, letting go of all my inhibitions, wanting to give it to her exactly how she wanted.
"That's all you've got? Harder," she growled and pulled me closer to her with bound arms. So I did. Firecracker.
I didn't know how much more of me I could give her before I came. When I felt the build, Jennifer moaned and quivered under me, buckling and clenching on my dick. Then I was coming inside of her, giving her every drop of me, panting every second of the way.
She slid her sweaty body from mine, and I bent down so she could unhook her arms from behind my neck. I untied the rope around her wrists and removed the blindfold from her eyes. Brown eyes stared into mine. I smiled as I leaned in and kissed her.
"Told you I could fucking handle you, Mr. Felton. The question is, can you handle me?"
That dirty little mouth turned me on, and I held back a smile as I narrowed my eyes on her. If she kept on, I'd make her think twice about that statement.
"Tell me how much you can handle me after tomorrow, when every inch of your insides reminds you of how hard you were fucked tonight."
"Deal," she said, and stalked to the stairs. "You're coming, right?"
"I already did." Then I followed her up the stairs.
Jennifer Downs made me feel something that I thought had died years ago.
Love.
Eight
I woke up and rolled over in bed hoping to find Finn next to me. A little note rested on the nightstand in his perfect cursive handwriting.
See you after work. Can you handle more of me?
He must have snuck out early this morning and gone home to change. I never heard him leave. The pounding he gave me knocked my ass out.
When I stood, I would have been lying if I said I didn't feel sore. Every bit of me ached, a reminder that he had been there and done that. And oh did he do that. The way he pinned me and fucked me into sweet oblivion. Fantasy complete. Just the thought of his sexiness, and the way his muscles created that lower V, made me want it all over again. Or even the way he fit perfectly inside of me. I enjoyed it when he acted like a complete ass. I didn't want sweet. I didn't want someone to treat me like a porcelain doll and be mushy 24/7. Sweet was appropriate sometimes, but I wanted to be slammed against walls and fucked until I couldn't see. I wanted to be tied, have my ass slapped, and commanded to listen. I responded to it. Hell, my whole body responded to it, begged for more, and Finnley Felton gave it to me. Somehow, he knew exactly what I wanted and needed to be fully satisfied sexually. Finnley touched me in all the right places, inside and out.
God, just thinking about him turned me on. I wanted morning sex, because I was way too horny to handle this today. Once I tasted designer, I really did need more. Finnley Felton would love to be my addiction, but maybe he was already.
I looked at the clock. Eleven. Half the day had passed. I picked up my phone and texted Finn.
Me: What are you doing for lunch?
Finn: No plans.
Me: Want to do me?
Finn: Do you even need to ask?
After fifteen minutes, the doorbell rang. I wasn't used to all of the furniture or things in the house. It felt like a vacation home that I took over. It would take time to get used to the change.
I opened the door. He smiled and loosened his tie. I had nothing to take off. After the removal of his suit jacket, tie, pants, and boxers, Finn lifted me onto the counter and fucked me senseless. I leaned my ass on the edge until it pressed into my body and left marks. Pain was pleasure.
Then he bent me over and took me from behind over the kitchen bar. Running his fingers up my back, he wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled. "Do you like that?"
"When will you learn to shut the fuck up?" I asked.
A hard hand crashed onto my ass cheek. The pain swept through me and brought urgency to a new level.
"I'll shut the fuck up when I feel like it," he said. Then he gave me a reach around and played with my clit. Minutes later, I came again. Panting and sighing, and allowing my heart to beat so fast that I thought it might explode.
"Tell me where you want me to come," he sa
id.
"In my mouth." I dropped to my knees and blinked up at him. I saw the ghost of a smile on his face.
When he inserted himself into my mouth, I tasted my sweetness on him. I pulled him deeper, wanting him to know that I enjoyed him. Finnley wrapped fists of my hair in his hands as he pushed himself deeper into my throat until he came. I loved the taste of him.
"You are so deliciously naughty." His English accent made me want him all over again.
"You're the best lunch I've ever had," I said.
"Isn't that my line?"
Then he dressed in his Burberry suit, black tie, and kissed me on the cheek.
"So did you feel any different today?"
"I feel you every time I move."
"Of course you do," he said, then he was out the door. Shortly after, I heard V zooming down the street.
That was the best fucking quickie I have ever had—actually the first, but the best by far.
I sat on the couch, butt naked, with a stupid grin on my face. Finnley had a way of leaving me wanting more after I already had him. I sighed and closed my eyes as I imagined his lips on my neck, his teeth on my skin, and his bites on my breasts. When I opened my eyes, I glanced toward the patio door and saw ass marks and handprints smeared on the glass. I was not cleaning that anytime soon. I wanted to be able to glance over and remember the moment forever. Might be a little weird when people visited but, then again, I didn't expect company.
The faint sound of music came from upstairs, and I ran to answer my phone.
Breathlessly I answered and heard Lori's soft voice on the other line.
"Lunch today, right?"
"Yeah, give me thirty minutes."
I ran to the shower and stopped when I entered. The separate shower with dark teal tile and the deep tub with jets made my decision hard. Which one would I choose? Shower it was, I would get lost in that bathtub.
At that moment, I realized that Jesse was right. People could actually smell like sex. Finnley was on me, and although I could have basked it in all day, I didn't want everyone else to.
I lifted my arms to wash my hair, and felt the soreness in my whole body. Every inch hurt, even my wrists. Finnley had fucked me like he hated me, and I loved every minute of it. Hard and powerful, but careful and sexy as hell as he positioned me like his personal ragdoll.
I lathered soap and washed everywhere. The warm water relaxed my tense muscles and finally I was clean. After toweling off, I opened the closet that connected the bathroom and master bedroom. Every piece of clothing I owned was arranged by season and color. The dress with ripped buttons hung on the inside of the door on a separate hook. Just a sneaky little reminder of what we had done. I smiled.
I put on a long sleeve Vera Wang sweater with a thick collar, some tights, and heels. Then towel dried my hair, pinned my long bangs on the side, and applied light makeup. As I inspected my outfit in the long mirror, I realized that I looked like I was Finnley's, dressed in the clothes he picked, pretty and petite. It wouldn't be a bad thing if I were.
I grabbed my clutch from the dresser, but before heading out the door, I caught sight of several pieces of paper on the counter with a small pile of confetti.
Applied to the balance due.
I ran my fingers through the shredded paper and saw little routing numbers. As I put the pieces together, I realized it was my check for the townhome. Finnley really took my virginity-taking bill seriously, didn't he?
Behind the note was the title with my name written on it in his beautiful curly handwriting.
Sometimes he could be such a sneaky bastard, and I loved it.
Nine
Before lunch, I stopped by the post office and changed my address. I let out a sigh knowing that my mail would now arrive in Vegas. It was really beginning to feel official and like home.
Lori waited for me, early as always, and the host sat us in our regular booth in the back of the restaurant. When she caught sight of me, Lori smiled, but a little crazily, like she knew something I didn't.
"What?" I asked when we sat down.
"No way."
"What? Seriously!"
"You're glowing. Jennifer Downs is no longer a virgin."
"What are you talking about?"
"You, Jenn. You're different. The way you are carrying yourself. I know you. I can tell."
Sue Mary filled our mix-matched set of champagne glasses with mimosas, and we ordered our normal egg sandwiches with hash browns. The little café reminded me of home and country living, and they could fry eggs that tasted like my mother’s. It had to be all the butter.
As soon as Sue Mary walked way, Lori leaned in.
"Are you going to tell me what's been going on? It seemed too sudden. All of the Girls are talking about how you left Luketon high, dry, and naked at his house on Friday."
"That's not what happened."
"You know how everyone talks, and, well, Jesse has only added fuel to the fire. She's been a little moody lately. That, combined with rumors of you, well, you can only imagine."
"Maybe she's menstruating. You know how she turns into an uber bitch whenever the aunt is in town."
"This is different. It's so bad. She is being anal about everything, so much so that even Finnley stopped staying at the house. Oh God, and don't even get me started on the rules. She has become fucking militant."
The reason he stopped staying there was because of me, but I couldn't tell her that, at least not yet.
"Is that even possible?"
"Bet your ass it is."
We poured the rest of the pitcher in our glasses and sipped.
"So are you going to tell me what really happened, or are you going to pretend Jesse's story is the truth?"
Damn her. I tried to smother a smile, but I wasn't that good at holding my emotions around her. The Elite never taught me to keep the truth from my friends, only from the men I went on dates with.
"You're right. I'm not a virgin anymore, but only me and two other people know that… plus you, so keep it a secret."
"I knew that already, continue." She interlocked her fingers, placed them under her chin, and smiled. "Let me guess. You and Luke made up and went wild and crazy with one another once you left The Elite? He's sexy, Jenn. I wouldn't blame you at all."
My smile faded, and she stopped gushing over Luketon Brand, the nicest guy on the planet. With an incredulous smirk, she glared.
"No fucking way."
I didn't know if she really knew, but judging by her reaction, I had a feeling she did.
"Finnley fucking Felton took your virginity."
Yep, she knew.
My face went red, and I downed my cheap champagne and orange juice mixture. After I composed myself, I smiled.
"I wanted to put out and he wanted to put in. What can I say?"
"You…are…the queen. I'm actually speechless, like I don't even know what to say right now. He has never slept with one of his Girls. Ever. I mean, many of us would love to do that but no one has broken through Finnley's thick ass wall. Oh. My. God."
I bit my lip and smothered my excitement. Lady Luck fucking loved me!
"I have to hear this story from beginning to end, like right now."
Sue Mary refilled our mega strong mimosas when she delivered our food. There was no way in hell I would get out of telling this story before we left. I gently cleared my throat and started from the beginning.
"It happened on Friday night. Luke was about to finalize the deal… like we were in the act, and Finnley busted through the door. He demanded I leave with him."
She gasped. "Like a knight in shining armor?"
"Not quite. More like an asshole there to ruin my night of fun. And I was so pissed, like I wanted to throttle him. He made me leave, and when we got back to the house, no one was home. I sat outside on the patio, then got in the hot tub. Minutes later, he joined me."
"No way."
"Yep. Then I slapped him in the face because I was so angry with him
for playing with my emotions and barging in on Luke and me. I cannot tell you the last time I was that pissed."
"You did not slap Felton in the face."
"Yep, and I would do it again. He deserved it. I wasn't his plaything. Oh, and by the way, did you know that he and Luketon are brothers?"
"No fucking way. The accent. How can so much hotness be in one family? Oh my. The way they act toward one another makes sense now." Lori shook her head in disbelief.
"So after I slapped the shit out of him, I took a shower and crawled into bed."
"And he crawled in with you?"
"Not quite. He walked into the room and asked me if I loved Luke."
"Do you?"
"No. I don't think it is love like that. I care for him, but I don't think he could ultimately make me happy. I mean, I imagined at one point that he could. But no."
"It's because he's not Felton."
I hated to admit it, but that was exactly why. If I would have never met Finnley, then I think Luke and I would have had some sort of a chance. But if we were talking about "would haves" then the whole scenario would be different.
"Finnley drives me insane. Sometimes I hate him, but then I find myself still wanting him even after I've had him."
"But that smart ass mouth of his can be so… scratch that, he is total sex on legs even with that mouth and attitude," Lori said.
"I know, right. Well, after I denied my love for Luke, the next thing I knew I was being pinned against a wall. Finn kissed me, and then I was in his room."
"He doesn't allow anyone in there."
"I know."
"So how was it?" She smiled the whole time.
"Magical. Emotional. No words can fully describe it."
"So how big…" Lori stopped talking, and I stretched my hands across the table.
"No fucking way. I don’t believe you."
"I swear. I couldn’t lie about that. Trust me."
"Well no wonder why he can be such an asshole and why women gravitate toward him. That man has the whole package."
We both took small nibbles from our sandwiches.