Drawn to you (6 page)

“You’re such a dick.” I turn to leave and just as I get to the door, he’s behind me. He swings me around, pinning me to the wall. “What are you doing?”

“What you want me to do.” His mouth crushes over my own, his lips tasting mine, his tongue probing for entry. His naked chest pushes against me, my nipples hard against his skin. He’s rushed, hungry with passion, his hands in my hair to give him aid in his pursuit of my body. Parting my lips to allow his tongue to invade my mouth, his intoxicating taste bursts onto my tongue as his meets mine with caressing strokes. His tongue expertly explores my own, and wet pleasure dampens my panties. Breathing right is not possible, it’s uneven and loud and I’m so wanton I don’t even care. Strong hands cup my boobs, kneading them vigorously. I move my hands into his hair, urging him closer. His mouth moves down to my neck, trailing soft, fluttering kisses down towards my chest until his hot, wet mouth closes over one of my nipples, sending a shiver of pleasure all the way to my core.

“Oh, God!” I moan as his hand slides past my waist, down around my hip to the back of my thigh, lifting my leg to rest on his hip. Long fingers drag over my bare ass cheeks, then around to my inner thigh. I lose my breath as he makes subtle contact up the seam of my pussy. The anticipation and desperate need is driving me wild. I haven’t felt this turned on in my whole life and I crave the relief he promises with those strokes.

“Please,” I breathe into his ear, unashamed of my begging. All I care about is him taking me higher, to the peak of the orgasm I’m chasing. Tugging at my panties, he tears them from my body. Excitement rushes through me and my hips involuntarily grind over him, causing me to pant harder. I’m nervous about my scar there but I’m hoping he’s too caught up in the lust to notice it. His warm, full lips continue to tease my skin, travelling down my navel nibbling, nipping.

“Oh, yes, yes!”

He parts my folds with his thick wet tongue, sucking, licking, and lapping at my pussy. My moans become louder, my body is building, throbbing and tightening, nearing release.

“Oh my God!” I scream, tugging on his hair, holding him to me. My stomach clenches, and I feel him slip a finger inside me, curling his finger to find my G-spot, and my body shudders. He adds a second finger, stretching me, filling me with his fingers.

I cry out, worshipping him for bringing me to ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re hugging my fingers so tight, Antonia,” he growls against my flesh, holding me up as my body shakes with pleasure. “Listen to how wet you are for me.” He thrusts his fingers inside me, rotating them, making me squirm. I feel my release coating his fingers. I have never climaxed like that in my life.

“Fuck,” he moans, pushing further inside me, drawing my orgasm out. A mist of sweat coats our bodies, my chest rising and falling as my legs try to support me. He doesn’t relent; he pounds his fingers into me in fast measured strokes causing my inner walls to tighten further around his fingers. I’m building again.

“Antonia, you in there?”

Shit! Gaby’s knocking at the door.

It’s like being awoken from a dream. Reality pushes its way back to the forefront of my mind. I look down at Finlay between my thighs; his fingers still buried deep inside me and my scent all over his lips.

I push him away from me and scurry into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and ignoring the perplexed look on his face. The toilet seat offers a cold shock against my warm skin as I sit on it to figure out why the hell I just let that happen. I don’t even know how I feel about Finlay; I’m not sure if we’re even friends, but there’s no denying the chemistry between us. It crackles and ignites whenever we’re close. He can be such a dick but, God, he’s a sexy dick
.

SPLASHING MY FACE WITH
cold water and giving my thighs a hand wash, I take in some deep breaths, trying to regain my composure before slowly opening the door and peeking out. The room’s empty, the bedroom door is open, and muffled voices seep through.

I try to be as casual as possible as I walk into the living space.

“Hey, how was your bath? I ordered Chinese food,” Gaby says, a cute smile lighting up her face.

“The guys will be here soon, Antonia, so unless you want to starve I would eat before they get here and demolish everything,” Finlay adds, in a tone all too casual considering he was face deep in my vagina minutes before.

“Okay, thanks,” I reply trying to sound just as casual but instead sounding strained.

There’s an atmosphere in the apartment as we eat. We’re all guilty of something but no one is admitting to anything. Eyes flick from one person to the next but silence descends and no one is willing to break it.

The doorbell chimes and we all sigh in relief. Gaby leaps from her chair to open the door. Finlay takes the opportunity of us being alone and shifts his chair to face mine. Slowly, deliberately licking his lips, he leans over me and whispers into my ear, “You taste amazing and you sound unbelievable when you come.” He then backs away and stands up, taking his plate with him to the kitchen.

I can’t possibly eat any more food. My stomach is twisted up with knots because he makes me uncomfortable
. Lies. He makes you feel alive.
Grabbing up my plate I decide to clear the table. The room floods with Finlay’s friends and I have to keep myself busy because I’m convinced I have
JUST ORGASAMED ON FINLAY’S FACE
tattooed across my forehead.

“Hey, sexy,” Gavin says, slapping me on the butt as I make my way past him to the kitchen with the leftovers.

“Back off, Gavin,” Brad warns, with a disapproving glare.

“Woo, Brad, you haven’t even gone out yet which makes her fair game. Right, Finlay?”

“What are you talking about now?” Finlay asks, confused.

“Brad is taking Antonia on a date this weekend.”

Finlay’s eyes flick to me, lingering for a few silent beats before turning to Brad with an icy stare.

“We playing, or what?” he asks, completely ignoring that information.

“I think she should tell Brad to eat shit and let me take her out instead. You should tell me now, though, if you’re a screamer because I have to pre-warn the police not to come a-busting if my bitch is screaming while I’m thrusting.” Clearly amused by himself, Gavin breaks out into a chuckle.

“She’s not a piece of meat,” Gaby spits. “You’re like cavemen, or pigs. Yeah, pigs would be a better word to sum you up.” She hands me a glass of the wine she’s opened. Ignoring the judgmental “Age”comment her Brother makes. She’s wearing a pair of low-rise jeans and a sweater, and even in such casualwear, she rocks it like a model on a runway.

“Aww, don’t be jealous, Gabs. I’ll take you for a ride on my rhythm stick anytime.” Gavin sniggers, nudging Gaby’s arm.

“Watch it, Gavin,” Finlay warns, with no humor in his tone.

“What’s with everyone being so uptight? I’m only kidding,” Gavin grumbles, helping himself to Gaby’s dinner. I try to ignore the conversation they’re having, chugging my wine back and letting the alcohol numb my nerve endings so they don’t keep reacting to Finlay being in the room. My cell chirps from the counter, lighting up the screen with a new message.

Gavin’s an idiot who can’t get laid, hence him being here tonight.

U look beautiful. He’s dreaming to think he’s in ur league

X B

I look over to see Brad smiling at me and quickly text back.

Thanks, you’re sweet.

Clearly Gavin spends more time stroking his ego then anyone spends stroking him.

A

Hearing his phone beep and him laugh makes a smile tilt my lips; mine chirps again a second later. I swipe the screen then scan the room to find Finlay staring at me, making me feel guilty for texting his friend after what just happened. I know I shouldn’t, what happened was spontaneous and just two people who have been butting heads breaking the tension.
With his tongue in your vajayjay ? Yeah, that’s what that was.

Finlay rises from his seat and makes his way over to the kitchen where I’m standing. I try to ignore him and flash my eyes down to my phone.

You’re the sweet one. I can’t wait to take you out.

You look all flushed and cute Tonight. I hope that’s because of me x B

Holy shit! He thinks my sex glow is because of him.

Laughter resonates from behind me. Finlay is reading over my shoulder, leaning forward, and pushing his body into the back of mine. He’s all hot and solid and . . .
snap out of it!

I try to compose myself and straighten up, pushing against him to try and make him back off but instead I just meet resistance and every contour of his body finds a match with mine. His breath coats my ear, making me shiver as he whispers, “No, that flush is all mine.” He swipes the two fingers he had inside me earlier across my bottom lip. “But he’s right. You do look cute.”

Heat explodes through me, my hormones raging, my inner slut wanting to rip out of my skin. Just as I’m about to blow caution to the wind and risk everyone seeing me grind my ass against the bulge occupying his pants, he backs away leaving a cool influx of air to race down my spine. He brushes past me, so close the tiny hairs on my body stand to attention. Grabbing beers from the counter for the guys he re-joins them on the couch to play some Xbox tournament.
Vagina teasing
bastard.

I type a quick reply and down the remains of my drink.

Thanks. A

Lame, I know, but yet again my brain lacks blood flow.

My mind races, trying to make sense of everything that happened and what is going to happen from here. The wine has made me feel sleepy and a little lightheaded so I curl up on the end of the sofa near Gaby, watching as everyone laughs and jokes as they play with their game console. It’s weird seeing Finlay acting his age, just kicking back playing video games with friends after Gaby spoke about him being such a hard ass and all business.

My eyes feel heavy and before I can stop it, sleep takes me. I’m floating on a cloud, and warmth encompasses me before sleep takes me deeper.

I WAKE FEELING DAZED;
the room is dark except for a small sliver of glowing light coming from the open door to the bathroom.

I’m in Finlay’s bed wearing just panties and a bra. My mouth is dry and my head is pounding to the beat of a miniature marching band in there.

I pull the grip from my hair, kneading my scalp with my fingertips. I flick on the lamp, squinting from the intrusion of the bright light. I’m surprised to find my phone on the bedside table the time 2.45
A.M.
How did I get in here?
Desperate for a drink, I slip my dressing gown on, not bothering to fasten the belt, knowing no one will be up this late. I tiptoe across the cold floor, making my way to the kitchen for a much-needed glass of water.

Finlay’s laughter startles me, my body on autopilot following the sound in to the living space and freezing in shock when I find all five guys staring back at me. I can’t move or react fast enough. I’m only in my modest silk dressing gown, open, with my bra and panties on display.

“I . . . erm . . . thought you all left,” I stutter, breaking the silence and clamping the thin fabric around me while turning and practically sprinting back to Finlay’s room.

God, how much more embarrassing can my life get?
Totally mortified, I throw myself onto the bed, screaming into a pillow.

My phone chirps to life, pulling me from my pity party for one.

At the risk of sounding like Gav, damn you’re hot! Don’t be embarrassed X B

Cringing, I decide not to bother texting back. I turn my phone to silent and cuddle up to the pillow, praying all that just transpired was a bad dream.