Let Me (O'Brien Family, #2)(54)
If he’d like me to answer, I can’t. Not with what he’s doing to me. I lift up one leg and reach for his erection, watching him as I attempt to join us. His chest expands and contracts with each harsh breath, but I don’t stop, slowly easing down until our bodies become one.
I fall forward, wanting desperately to kiss him. His arms wrap around me holding me tight, making it hard to move. I’m expecting him to flip me over and take control. But then his hands smooth down to my ass, encouraging my movements and forcing me to go faster.
My head snaps away from his. I can’t keep kissing him, not with how loud I’m being and not when my core tenses around him. I lift off him, alternating between bouncing and rocking my hips, digging my nails into his shoulders. He arches his spine, clamping his jaw and swearing through his teeth.
My body moves faster, agonized bliss tearing through me. I collapse on top of him when I peak, overwhelmed with passion and the spasms claiming my body. But Finn’s firm hold and the way he continues to drag my body against his prolongs it, leaving me a trembling mess.
As my orgasm recedes, he lifts my hand, pulling two fingers into his mouth and gliding them in and out. “Touch yourself while you ride me,” he rasps, giving them one last flick with his tongue.
“Okay,” I obey, my head spinning from how hard I released.
I lean back in a sharp angle, grasping his ankle for support. It’s my lover’s turn to feel all that pleasure, and I intend to give it to him. My slick fingers lower between my legs. “Is this what you want, baby?” I ask, my words releasing between my heavy pants. “Is this what you like?”
He mutters another curse as he watches, helping me take him hard. His skin reddens with each quick pass and from the frantic movements of my hand. This is supposed to be for him, but as my body tightens I realize how wrong I am.
This is all about us. It always has been. I feel it as I peak and his body bucks beneath me. As I fall back, I think we’re done. Yet as good as it felt, I’m miserable it has to end.
We lay in a mess of limbs for what seems like too long. But then Finn stirs beneath me, untangling my legs just to toss them over his shoulders. As he begins to pump, I know we’re far from done. I reach for him, whispering words of love and lust, begging him to go harder. He kisses my throat, eagerly complying, his thrusts deep and primal.
Our insatiable appetites remind us both that we’re young, and passionate, and desperate for more of each other. And damn it, we need to be.
I meant what I said, my time with him is an escape, a moment for the darkness to skitter away and the light that Finn brings to gather me in its warmth. What I never expected was for all sense of light to abandon me.
Or for the darkness to arrive in one mighty burst.
CHAPTER 21
Finn
Sol stirs when I turn off the highway and onto the ramp. I rub her thigh when she yawns and tries to sit up. “Ouch,” she says, rubbing her neck.
Yeah, that position against the window didn’t look comfortable. “You okay?” I ask.
She nods, but still squints as she continues to rub. “Just a little sore.”
So am I. And it’s not from sleeping with my head pressed against the window that’s for damn sure.
We didn’t get much rest during our time in A.C.. I mean we did, but it was mostly small naps between rounds. I’ve had lots of good sex and a crazy amount of it. But it’s never been with the same woman―not for this long―and it sure as anything hasn’t come close to what Sol and I share.
I’m not complaining. I love Sol. I’m guessing what I feel for her plays a huge part in why I can’t keep my hands off her.
And I’m not alone.
I think it was about three in the afternoon yesterday when I went to use the bathroom. I was brushing my teeth when Sol walked in. She was groggy, her eyes still partially closed. But as soon she saw me, it’s like she was wide awake. She fell to her knees right in front of me, taking me deep. We were both bone tired, hungry, and pretty damn stiff. That didn’t stop us from going at it on the bathroom floor.
It’s like we both needed it―this time with just me and her. But as my truck draws closer to her neighborhood, it’s all I can do not to turn around and drive us back to my house.
Her hand finds mine, holding me gently. I lift it to me and kiss it, meeting her smile when I glance briefly her way. But that sadness that’s never far from the surface trickles its way into her voice as she leans her head against my shoulder. “Thank you for taking me with you,” she says quietly.
Man, it always kills me to hear her sound so sad, always. But today it hits me worse. Maybe because these past few days have reminded me how good we are when we’re together. I hate that I’m taking her someplace I’m not going to be. I want to tell her as much, but I don’t want to be a douche bag about it. “Thanks for coming. It meant a lot.”
She laughs a little. “That’s what he said.”
Ordinarily I’d laugh right along with her, since that’s what we do all the time: laugh, joke, have a good time. But I don’t laugh then because no matter how hot the sex is, I never want her to ever think I’m using her. Have I used girls in the past? Sure, just like they’ve used me.
My brothers and I are well known in Philly. We’ve all made a name for ourselves to some degree. Curran for being among the city’s most revered cops, Declan for being a bad ass D.A., and Killian and me for our performances in the octagon. Our looks have played a part, sure. But it’s our name and status that has gotten us the amount of tail we have.