Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Y ou Enjoyed That Little Show

Charlotte

I was working on some assignments in my room when I started to stare into outer space, so I came to the kitchen to make myself a cup of hot cocoa. I have my emotional support pickle and potato lined up on the counter and I stare at them, thinking I need to call Dad in the morning and check in. Ever since I was back home, he seems to be doing better. He’s even gotten a job working part time at the Supermart. Cameron seems to think he was worried about me alone in school, and he got himself into a down mood. She said he really liked Finn and Finn promised to watch out for me, which really settled Dad’s nerves. I don’t know why Finn would make a promise like that though.

I’m mixing my mug of hot cocoa with a spoon when Finn walks into the kitchen yawning and rubbing at his eyes. He looks too good in that wifebeater, his wide shoulders and muscles on display. I lick my lips.

“Oh, hey,” he says, realizing he isn’t alone.

“Hi,” I reply, taking a small sip of my cocoa.

He goes to open the fridge but doesn’t find anything so he moves to the snack cabinet. He pulls out a bag of Doritos.

He starts munching on the chips and his eyes roam over my body. “I was falling asleep doing my homework.”

“Me too,” I admit. “I have quite a lot of reading to do.”

He nods and shoves more chips into his mouth.

“Why did you promise my dad you’d watch out for me?” I blurt. “I mean you don’t owe me anything. We barely know each other.”

He licks his lips. “I was watching out for you anyway. Your ex has a stalker problem, remember?”

“I appreciate you helping me with Raph, but he isn’t a problem anymore,” I assure.

Finn takes a few steps, closing the space between us. He seems irritated as he crowds my personal space. “He isn’t a problem because I was hanging outside your class ensuring he wouldn’t get any ideas about following you, and when that wasn’t enough, I contacted your prof and told her he was a problem. She spoke with him and the department threatened to kick him out of the class if he didn’t leave you alone.” He watches me for a reaction.

My jaw is dropped. I have no words. Like none whatsoever. I move my mouth to speak but he’s standing so close smelling delicious, his full muscles on display, but that’s not what has me fired up now. It’s the fact he cares, that he watches out for me. That he was kind enough to get me a ticket home and come along just to make sure I was okay. I know he isn’t doing these things because he has feelings for me. Finn is a genuinely good person, who wants to help others. I just so happen to be on the receiving end of his kindness. It’s not his fault I am catching feelings.

“I-I can’t believe you did that,” I splutter.

“That guy is a crazy jackass,” Finn reminds.

“I wasn’t expecting him to get all stalkerish after cheating on me. I clearly have bad radar when it comes to men.” I look into his light-green eyes which are sucking me under his spell right now. A spell I am sure he doesn’t mean to cast, only he can’t help how he looks.

“I don’t know if you have bad radar. You did say he couldn’t get you off. Clearly, your body was telling you something,” he says, and his gaze moves to my lips.

I swallow hard, wanting him to crush his lips to mine.

“You look like you want me to kiss you.”

“That’s because I do,” I respond, feeling bold.

“Anyone could walk into the kitchen,” he warns.

“Maybe that’s the point,” I retort, knowing I have clearly gone and lost my mind, but the threat of getting caught has made me horny as hell.

“Was it all the talk of threesomes? Or all the talk of watching each other get off that has you so turned on?” he asks.

“I don’t think a threesome is my jam. I don’t even think I want to be watched. It’s more the feeling of getting caught that has me so aroused,” I confess. I don’t even know who I am in this moment. I am not verbal about my needs with a partner. I don’t discuss threesomes. I barely recognize myself around Finn, and that’s because his proximity turns me into a hot mess.

He places the bag of Doritos on the counter. “I have Dorito breath.”

“I don’t care.” I stare him square in the eyes.

He dips his head, his lips crashing into mine. There is nothing soft with the way Finn kisses me. He sucks my breath and completely consumes me as his tongue dives into my mouth and twirls with mine. I wrap my hands around his neck and he hoists me up on the countertop. I squeak at the cold feel of the granite and a sly smile spreads his lips before he continues to kiss me again.

He is standing between my thighs and I feel his erection pressing into me.

“Are you wet for me?” he asks.

I nod.

“How wet?” he asks.

“Very,” I confirm as he moves to my neck, licking and spreading kisses down my nape. His fingers run over my panties. I’m wearing short cotton shorts, which give him easy access.

“Fuck, your drenched. I love the way you react to me,” he growls as he moves down my neck, his hands roughly moving over my breasts. I press my center into his hardened cock and moan. “Patience.”

“It’s overrated,” I reply.

“What if someone walks in right now?” he asks.

“Then they are going to get an eyeful,” I deadpan, and he dips a finger into my panties and rubs my clit. I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“You trust the guys not to tell Coach?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say, and I do. All of them are good guys. Good friends. “And don’t say I trust too easily because you know they are good guys.”

“Can’t argue with you there,” he agrees, and he slides his finger inside me. I clench around him and moan. Finn’s features look strained. His eyes filled with heat.

He begins to pump inside me. “Fuck,” I moan.

“I want to be inside this pretty little pussy, but I didn’t bring a condom downstairs,” he groans.

I reach down and cup the front of his shorts. He is so deliciously hard.

“You want me to blow you?” I ask him.

“First, I’m going to get you off,” he says, and he inserts another finger as his thumb circles my clit.

“I-I,” I begin to moan a little too loud.

“Keep it down,” Finn warns.

“I can’t, argh.”

I come hard against his fingers, holding his shoulders for support, but he doesn’t relent and I find myself leaning back on the counter, fully losing myself to the ecstasy.

Finn is leaning over me as I open my eyes and land back on earth.

I hop off the counter and drop to my knees.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so hot.”

I remove his shorts and while on my knees, I lick the tip of his cock.

I take his cock in my mouth as I hear the kitchen door swing open. I don’t stop sucking him though. I’m close enough to the island that it is blocking me from whoever just walked in.

“Mack, do you mind?” Finn grumbles.

My eyes widen but I don’t stop. This is too hot.

“Oh fuck, man. I didn’t realize, sorry, dude. Who you got down there?” he asks.

“Bro, this isn’t a good time. Do you mind?” Finn repeats with a strained voice.

“Oh yeah, sorry, bro,” he replies. The amount of time they are carrying on with conversation is shocking but also hot. I should stop sucking Finn off and hide, but that’s not what I do. “Wait, is that. . . Charlie?”

“Mack, get the fuck out of here and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone!” Finn orders.

“Lucky bastard,” Macklin mutters. “Yeah, I got you, bro.”

“Is he gone?” I ask.

“Yes, and why are you stopping? Fuck,” Finn hisses as his hips move and he pumps his dick into my mouth. I take him to the back of my throat, and he gathers my hair off my face and holds it in one of his hands. “Eyes on me.”

I do as he says and, fuck, this is hot. He tastes so good. Even taking him to the back of my throat, I can’t fit all of him in my mouth. I use my hand to jerk the part of his cock I can’t suck. I watch as his head tilts back and his mouth drops open. He makes the sexiest sounds as he comes down my throat.

When he’s done, he gives me a hand to help me off my knees. “I don’t like that Macklin saw us.”

“You knew there was a chance we’d get caught,” I remind.

“You enjoyed that little show, didn’t you?” he asks with a mischievous smirk.

I nod, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“It was hot,” he agrees. “But dangerous too.” Finn watches me for a beat, and I press my thighs together. His eyes drop to my legs. “Did that little encounter turn you on?”

I bite my lip and nod.

“Fuck me.”

“I want to,” I blurt. I don’t even know what is happening to me, other than I have never been this turned on before in my life. I am addicted to the orgasms Finn delivers.

“Go use the washroom upstairs. I’ll get you when the coast is clear, but no more exhibitionism. It’s too risky,” Finn warns.

I grab my emotional pickle and potato.

Finn grins and shakes his head.

“What?” I ask.

“I don’t know if I should find those cute or weird,” he teases.

“Definitely cute.”

“They’ve got eyes, Charlie. It kinda feels like they’re watching us.”

“They’re good listeners,” I respond. “But if you want complete privacy, I will put them in my room before heading upstairs.”

Finn nods and extends his hand for me to leave the kitchen first. I head to my bedroom, where Ruby is fast asleep in bed.

I place my pickle and potato on the night stand and slowly move to leave.

“Where are you going?” her voice floats through the dark, scaring the crap out of me.

“Don’t worry. Go back to sleep.”

“You’re going to Finn. I saw the way you guys were looking at each other at dinner and if I saw it, then one of the guys might see it too.” I should heed her warning.

“I’ll be careful, even though Macklin just walked into the kitchen while I was giving Finn a blow job.”

“Holy shit.” Ruby sits up looking wide-eyed.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” I ask. “Promise I’ll be careful.” I blow her a kiss and she nods. I head upstairs, a little too excited about having sex with Finn again.