Flesh 01 (21 page)

Firm hands slid down, the rough tips of his fingers smoothed over her inner thighs, tracing lightly over her skin, getting goose pimples raging. His warm breath fevered her skin. She just about jumped when a fingertip traveled the seam between her pussy and thigh. Her shoulders shook and there was a noise in her throat, fighting for release.

It all grew out of control the longer he studied her. The more he touched her.

This was going to kill her.

When Finn’s mouth touched her sex, she sagged with relief. Her back hit the mattress and her whole body shook. She would have liked to watch him, but maybe next time. There had to be a next time, because the tongue swiping through her was heaven-sent and blessed from on high. It felt of sweet deliverance making everything right.

His firm lips rubbed and his tongue tickled and teased. Swift swipes followed by a long, lazy wander from the flat of his tongue through slick flesh. She didn’t know what she was going to get. What he would give. He drove her steadily toward the edge. He suckled her lips, fingers pressing hard into her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide.

Her back arched and her body hummed.

“God. Finn.” Nothing else existed outside of the way he was making her feel. The pleasure he inflicted.

When he restricted his oral worship to her clit she was done for.

“Oh … GoddammitFinnyes.” White lightning struck behind her eyelids and her back bowed. The muscles in her legs pulled taught and her heart punched at her rib cage. Bones were surely broken. She pushed her pussy into his face, all sense of shame long gone.

Ali came and came, body shaking and shivering as he eased her down. His mouth stayed on her till the last, hands holding her tight.

She drifted till the strong hands gripped her hips and thumbs stroked over her skin.

His low, rough voice called her back.

“Roll over, Al. I want you on all fours. I want to fuck you from behind,” he said. She was wel and truly back in her happy place with the erotic image planted in her mind. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” She nodded and rolled her lax body, pulled herself up onto hands and knees. Muscles turned to liquid trembled, but determination won through. She felt exposed, putting herself in his hands. Anxiety spread through her at not being able to see him. But wasn’t it always this way with sex? The trust involved. The desire to please. To be pleased in turn.

Considering he had so recently been up close and personal with her privates, it was foolish to worry, but it lingered nonetheless. A tiny mirror above the bed provided few clues as he stared at her with intent.

His hands positioned her just so, toes hanging off the end of the bed. The clink of his belt buckle. The smal sounds of him undressing.

A condom wrapper ripped open. Then his hands were back on her, fingers kneading her ass just hard enough to leave a mark. Which was exactly what she wanted.

“I think you can get louder.” His cockhead brushed against the swollen lips of her pussy and a shiver shot through her.

This was it. He parted her and pushed, entering her slow but sure, not stopping till he was seated ful y inside. Until she was full of him.

Finn groaned, long and low. She could have sworn it carried straight through him and on into her. “Al?”

Took her a while to recall a question had been asked. And how was she supposed to converse, with his cock buried deep inside?

Her mind was mud, every thought focused on the feel of him. “Ahh, maybe.”

“Hmm.” His hands soothed down her sides as he ground himself against her. The light scratch of his pubic hair and the heat of him against her thighs and ass, so primal. “Al. Are you with me?”

“Yes.” She tensed around him, testing the feel of his cock inside her. Deliciously good. Her whole body felt alive with him. “Please, Finn. Fuck me.”

“Yesss.” His voice was victorious as he pul ed out slowly, his cock dragging over places inside, bringing her back to life. Then he pushed in. Then he pulled out.

Over and over, fucking her slow and sure. Working her. The pace coldly calculated. Every move controlled. Something was wrong.

“Finn, wait …”

Beads of sweat struck her back and he continued his game.

The tension built but it was wrong. Wasn’t what she wanted. Mindless passion, losing themselves in each other … yes. Which would have been honest. But no, he had shut her out.

And it felt a lot like he was proving a point in here with her much like he had out there with Dan.

If it wasn’t so good she would have throttled him.

There was nothing wrong with his sexual technique. Over and over he fucked himself into her, saccharine sweet and mechanical y slow. His thrusts timed like a metronome kept pace. He had closed himself off completely.

She could hear his belabored breathing. Feel the tension in his hands, shaking and gripping her hips. This was taking its toll. “Finn.

Please. Stop.”

“You don’t like this?” he asked. A hand settled onto the mattress beside her. He leant over, reached beneath to slip his fingers over her mound, in pursuit of her clit, of course. “I think you like this. You’re going to come again for me. Then we’ll get to work on number three.”

The strength left her arms as he found the tight bundle of nerves and stroked. Her body shook as the orgasm stole over her. Stars.

Sunbursts. The whole setting sun. “Oh God. Finn.”

The bed cushioned her cheek, as her lungs fought for air. Her eyes were ful to brimming with scalding hot tears. Seizures still racked her when she gave in and asked, “Are you finished?”

The man behind her stilled, his cock still buried in her.

“What?”

“You heard me,” she said.

He pulled out of her and the loss was devastating. Everything was cold and empty.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Finn’s voice was quiet and cold with anger.

Ali turned over, legs locked. Finn’s cock was hard, his hair disheveled. He was so beautiful it hurt, and she hadn’t even gotten to touch him.

She sat up straight, tucked her feet beneath her. Faked the dignity sorely lacking. What was even happening here?

“Good question,” she muttered.

“I just made you come. Twice.” He waved two fingers in her face in case she needed the visual aid. “Twice, Al.”

“Because it’s a competition. Right? We really need a scoreboard in here, don’t we?”

Finn shoved a hand through his blonde hair, his mouth a strict line. “Al …”

“Are you finished proving whatever you felt you needed to?” The first tear spilled onto her cheek, and she hated herself for it. She wanted to yel with frustration, batter at him with her fists like he was a locked door. “That’s what I meant, Finn.”

He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes stunned, horrified. He looked at her like they were strangers. Of course they were, really, weren’t they?

She had been stupid. Breathtakingly dumb to have thought this meant something. It was almost funny, to be making this mistake. She was too old for this shit. Crying was for pussies. Making a mess of herself served no purpose at all. Now was the time to toughen up.

“Remove the condom. I’ll finish you off,” she said, just wanting it done.

He flinched like she had hit him, green eyes locked on the latest dumbass tear trailing down her cheek.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Ali flicked off the offending tear with her fingers, forced herself to face him. Still beautiful. The whole situation still wrong. “Well, are you —”

He grabbed her without warning, hauling her up onto her knees. Shock held her rigid. His mouth slammed down on hers, and his tongue forced its way inside. Forced a reaction from her.

She thought briefly about biting the bastard. There was no doubt he deserved it. But she couldn’t. Because she was stupid. Clearly.

Instead she found herself kissing him back, holding onto him as hard and tight as he did to her.

Both of them desperate.

“I’m sorry, Al.” Her name was an agonized groan as he dragged his mouth over her cheek. His arms around her so tight her ribs creaked. “So sorry.”

“Okay. It’s okay, Finn.”

“No.” He wrapped an arm beneath her butt, one around her back, and lifted, taking her back down into the middle of the mattress with him above her. The weight of him pressed her down, and her legs wrapped around him, her hips cradling him. “No, it’s not. I want you so much.”

“You have me.” She slicked her fingers over his back, comforting him. “I’m right here.”

“With conditions.” Face against her neck, his teeth sank into her. The sting of it had her body bucking beneath him, her pelvis pushing. He was still hard, amazingly enough.

“Yes.” And she wanted him worse than ever. She still wasn’t going to lie. “With conditions.”

Finn drew back, up onto his elbows, and studied her hungrily. Her neck stung, her body ached and she still couldn’t read him for shit.

Whatever was going on in his head, she remained out. It nearly started the tears again.

“Don’t,” he said.

“Don’t what?” she asked.

“Don’t cry. Shit. Don’t.” His hand slid between their bodies as his mouth slid over hers. Sweet and hungry and perfect.

The press of his cock against her pussy seemed natural and right. She canted her hips, tightened the pul of her legs around his waist.

The head of his cock nudged her entrance and his hand guided it back into her. They both panted.

Finn stared at her. She followed suit, watching the pleasure take him. The tongue swiping out over his lips and the clench of his teeth.

He started slow but it didn’t last. Long, satisfying slides of his cock inside her made everything right. His strokes grew harder and faster.

He held nothing back this time.

Not performing.

Blonde hair clung to his forehead and the pale green of his eyes seemed swallowed by black. He was beautiful. So fucking beautiful she didn’t know what to do.

He took possession of her hands, first one and then the other, pinned both of her wrists to the mattress above her head. Her rib cage tilted, her back arched. Her nipples scraped against his chest as he moved, sending sparks of pleasure through her.

The feel of him all over her was deliriously good. Him moving inside her, building the hot and brilliant sensation. The tension running through him, making him shake, took hold of her too. But nothing compared to the surge she got from watching him. He was exquisite.

Finn dropped his head and his teeth found the place on her neck he had made his own. He came, body shuddering above and inside her.

She didn’t feel the least bit alone.

A line of smoke rose into the blue sky, cutting the horizon neatly in half.

Finn sat on the front step and watched the world wake, enjoying the birds singing and the sun rising. He felt happy, relaxed. But then the smoke snapped him to attention.

What signal was it sending, good or bad? Distances could be deceiving, but he didn’t think it was more than an hour away. Perhaps less.

“Hey.” Dan stomped out onto the concrete and tipped his chin at him. “Ready to move on?” And for a second, just a second, Finn thought he was being given his marching orders.

“Is that smoke?” Dan asked.

Finn cleared his throat, shook himself free of the flash of panic. Neurotic idiot. “Yeah. I thought we should check it out.”

Al wandered out with two cups of coffee in hand, and passed one down to him. He overreached on purpose, letting his fingers slide over hers as he took the cup. He wanted to touch her. Resisting those impulses hadn’t gotten him anywhere, so why fight it?

“Thanks,” he said.

“You’re welcome.” She smiled at him, and the tight knot of tension in his chest eased, unwound. Because the smile was pushing at the edges of her lovely mouth, threatening to morph into a grin, and it was just for him.

“Babe, we got smoke signals.”

She raised her face to the morning sun and squinted into the distance. The bite on her neck was prominent against her pale skin. His handiwork. He couldn’t help but be satisfied in some way. What a lie. His face hurt from smiling. They’d woken wrapped around each other and taken their time leaving the bed. Then she’d gone to talk to Dan and Finn had given them space. Making the only decision he could in the circumstances, the one that would bring her back to him.

“Huh,” she said, staring at the smoke.

“Huh?” the big guy enquired, slipping an arm around her waist. Finn wanted the ease of familiarity. To be able to tuck her in against him whenever the mood hit him as Dan did. Finn would have it. “Care to elaborate on that, my love?” the big guy asked.

She shrugged. “Last time we did a meet and greet it didn’t work out so well.”

“We’ll be careful. Scout things out,” said Finn, watching her careful y. “I think we need to.”

Dan nodded approval. “I agree.”

“Okay.” The frown on her face did not lessen. Her reluctance made sense after the past few days, but they needed to know if these people were legit. If they stayed on the road they’d eventually run into trouble beyond their ability to handle. Their chances of survival were lower alone in the open.

“But you’re not happy about it.” Dan kissed her forehead, rested his chin atop her head. Finn had seen the man do similar a dozen times, still didn’t stop a twinge of jealousy running through him. He didn’t normal y get territorial. Nothing about this situation was normal behavior, however.

She shrugged.

“We will be careful,” said Dan.

Al forced a smile, nodded. “Yep. I know.”

“Baby …”

“No, really, it’s okay. I know we need to do this, check out other people and such,” she said. Al squared her shoulders, ready to fight. The way she picked herself up time and again got to him. Taking her back to bed right then was out of the question, but he wanted to, badly.

Finn watched her, sipping at his coffee. Not hot coffee, room temperature, but he would take what he could get. “Time to hit the road then.”

In the end it took them forty-eight minutes to reach the fortified settlement to the north. It wasn

’t the Great Wall of China, but an