Chapter Twenty-Two

Finn

T he plan was to study together. Honest.

But when Chessly challenged me about the cookies and made her move to steal the bag, all my focus shifted.

Damn, but she was sweet. When she wiggled around in my lap to straddle me, I forgot all about cookies and homework and the thin wall separating my room from Danny's. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her full titties to my chest, and I lost all coherent thought except for one: kiss the hell out of this girl and show her why she wants to be mine.

In about a minute, it seemed, teasing kisses turned volcanic when she opened her mouth and let me inside. Her whimpers and breathy moans turned me inside out. I squeezed the perfect handfuls of her ass and urged her closer. Trailing my fingertips along her spine until I held the back of her neck, I relished the shivers that pushed her body closer to mine, the needy sounds coming from the back of her throat as she started to grind herself on me.

Slowly, carefully, I eased back, taking her with me until I was lying on the mattress beneath the sexiest girl on the planet. All the while, I kissed her, first nibbling and nipping her full bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue. Then she took advantage, sucking on my tongue, and it was my turn to grind against her. At last we needed air, and Chess pushed up on my chest, gazing down at me with dazed eyes.

For a long minute, we watched each other as we panted in much-needed oxygen. She blinked, and her focus shifted to somewhere above my right shoulder. I figured out her a move a split second too late.

Snatching the bag of cookies, she rolled off me with clear designs of escape, taking my favorite treats with her. She made it to the edge of the bed before I had her around the waist, hauling her back up onto my chest.

"What do you think you're doing, thief?"

"Thief? Thief? " she squeaked. "At least I'm not a cookie hoarder."

"Yeah? So you're sharing?" I tightened my arms around her belly.

"Uh, sure," she drawled, her tone lacking any vestiges of sincerity.

In one quick move, I slid her onto her back and fell on top of her, careful not to squish the air out of her. Pulling her wrists above her head, I said, "I'm not sure I believe you."

Even with my hand pinning her wrist to the comforter, she didn't loosen her grip on the cookie bag. Those gorgeous sapphire eyes that haunted my dreams sparkled up at me with equal parts teasing and desire. I imagined mine communicated the same message. "I'll split with you just like you split with me—one third for you, two thirds for me."

"It was fifty-fifty," I corrected.

Narrowing her eyes, she said, "Calculus isn't your struggle, Finn. It's fractions."

She bucked her hips in a vain attempt to push me off her, but the move sent my mind in another direction. Leaning down, I nosed my way along her jaw to the corner where I nibbled for a bit before kissing my way down the column of her neck.

Another half-hearted buck of her hips accompanied a breathy "Finn."

"Mmm?" I kissed my way back up to the hot spot behind her ear.

"If you let go of my hands, I promise to share." Her breathy tone said cookies weren't truly on her mind.

I let go of her free hand and she promptly slid her fingers into my hair. My free hand found its way to her waist, my fingers slipping beneath her sweatshirt to find warm, silky skin.

An "Oh!" escaped her, the sound goading me to explore. When I encountered the smooth satin of her bra, her earlier bucking against me morphed into a sensuous, languid writhing, accentuated with moans and my name on a sigh. Fuck , this girl's sounds alone were enough to get a guy off.

"Can I take this off of you?" I tugged on her sweatshirt.

"Yes," came out on a puff of air.

She lifted her shoulders off the mattress as I slid her clothes from her body. Then I sat back and looked my fill. Chessly Clarke lying in the middle of my dark blue comforter in her plain white bra ranked as the hottest sight I'd ever seen.

"Why are you staring?"

I put my hands on hers to stop her from covering herself. "Jesus, babe. You are fucking gorgeous."

Sliding down her body, I rained kisses down her neck, across her collarbone to the hollow of her throat where I licked and nibbled, drawing more of those breathy sighs from her. I kissed along the perfect swells of her breasts above the fabric of her bra, and she started moving again, her hands buried in my hair as she held me to her. Taking a chance, I slipped a finger beneath the band, rubbing and petting the tight bud I discovered.

With surprising strength, she pushed me up long enough to reach behind her back and unclasp her bra. When she lay back down, my mouth watered at the sight of her full tits topped with a pair of dusky-pink nipples I just had to taste.

"Finn!" she cried out. "Oh!"

Chess tugged on my hair, alternately pulling me from her and pushing me close. Damn , I loved how she couldn't stay still beneath my touch. Then she grabbed a couple handfuls of my hoodie and grunted, "Off!"

I pulled off her nipple with a little pop as I sat up. Reaching behind my neck, I tugged my hoodie over my head and tossed it to the floor behind me. "This too?" I pointed to my T-shirt.

She growled and I laughed.

My T-shirt landed somewhere on the floor. Then it was my turn for my skin to ripple and shiver beneath her busy fingers as she explored my belly and pecs. Echoing my earlier sentiments, she said, "Finn, you are fucking gorgeous."

If I hadn't already been so damn hard, the rasp in her voice, the touch of her hands on my body, and the dark pools of her eyes, which had turned to smoke at seeing me half-naked, would have left me as hard as cement. As it was, I harbored a real fear the fly of my jeans would soon be no match for my cock.

As if she heard my thoughts, Chessly dropped her busy hands to the button of my jeans. With an impish little grin, she asked, "May I?"

"Yes. Please." My voice sounded rough in my ears.

I might have breathed a sigh of relief when she slowly lowered the zipper, except her knuckles grazed my length, and impossibly, I grew harder. Fuck . I was on fire for this girl.

Covering her hands with mine, I stopped her progress and said the one thing I did not want to say. But it needed to be said. "Are you sure you want to go where this is headed?"

She stared deep into my eyes and said my favorite word in the English language. "Yes."

In a hot second, I was off the bed and shoving my jeans and boxers off my body and onto the floor. My girl's eyes rounded when my dick popped free of my clothes, then she got busy with the fly of her jeans. I would have liked a look at her panties, but she lifted her hips and pushed them down her thighs along with her jeans. When she reached her knees, I stepped in and helped her finish undressing. Then I reached a hand to her and pulled her up to stand in front of me.

As bad as I wanted her, I wanted our first time to be epic, something she would remember forever. That meant taking my time with her even though my body was screaming for release right fucking now.

I ran my fingers through her hair and held her as I brushed my lips over hers. She gripped my hips but otherwise didn't move as I deepened the kiss. Fire licked over my skin as our mouths mimicked what my body longed to do with hers.

Gliding her hands up my sides, she found her way to my pecs then up over my shoulders. When she pressed her glorious body to mine, she left me with no choice but to wrap her in my arms and press her to me, shoulders to thighs. Still, I kept kissing her as my hands roamed the lovely curve of her back. In a perfect world, we could stand here forever kissing and holding each other, absorbing each other. No one I'd ever held had felt as made for me as Chessly Clarke.

Her antics on the bed earlier should have prepared me, but when her thigh came up and brushed the outside of mine on her way to hooking her calf over my hip, I lost a bit of control. Cupping her ass, I urged her to wrap her legs around my waist. When her hot center came into contact with the head of my cock, I let out a curse and stepped closer to the bed. After tearing my mouth from hers, I reached out and jerked the comforter and the blankets down to the foot of the bed. She clung to me as I climbed with her onto the middle of the mattress and settled myself in the most beautiful place in the world: between Chessly's thighs.

"I've been dreaming about this since Homecoming," I said as I nibbled along the side of her face.

She dragged her nails across the tops of my shoulders, and I kissed my way south to her pretty tits. Those sounds I loved coming from her lips intensified as first I sucked one hard peak into my mouth, giving it loads of attention with my lips and tongue before gently tugging with my teeth. Crying out, she arched up into me, telling me she liked what I was doing. So I repeated it on her other breast.

Rubbing her slick center along my length, she whispered, "Please."

Oh yeah, I liked that.

Licking and kissing my way down the center of her smooth belly, I headed to my prize. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I stopped for a second to breathe in the heady perfume of her arousal, the scent going straight to my dick. Diving in, I licked and sucked the tight nub of her clit, and her hips went into overdrive as she started to chant my name. I threw my forearm over her, stilling her movements while I redoubled my efforts to drive her right out of her mind.

She added keening sounds to the symphony of moans and whimpers and sighs, her response to my touch driving me wild. I slipped a finger inside her sweet pussy, and her hands shot to my head where she grabbed fistfuls of my hair and tugged.

This girl .

I added another finger to the hot, wet heaven of her body, pumping in and out in rhythm with my tongue on her clit, relishing her taste, her desperate sounds, the pull of my hair in her hands. Without warning she clamped down on my fingers and came apart. Her body bowed as she cried out my name to the ceiling, her fingers clenching and unclenching in my hair. I took a second to grin against her luscious slit. Then I took my time, gently kissing and petting her back down to earth.

I climbed up her body and rested on my forearms on either side of her shoulders. "You liked that?"

Lazily, she grazed her nails up and down my sides. "You couldn't tell?"

Grinning, I said, "Good, 'cause we're still in the first half. There's a lot of fun left on the clock."

Rolling off her for a second, I pulled open the drawer on the nightstand, retrieved a condom, and wasted no time suiting up.

"I would have done that for you." She pouted.

"Next time."

I kissed and nipped my way up her thighs—first one, until I reached the sensitive crease where it met her hip, then the other. All the while, I ghosted my fingers over her luscious pussy until she let out a growl and tugged on my hair—hard.

"If you don't put that impressive phallus of yours inside me right now, I'm going to... to—"

Glancing up at her from my happy place between her thighs, I asked, "You're going to what?"

"I'm going to eat all the cookies."

"Not a problem, babe. I'll have you for dessert."

The cute way she growled my name would have cracked me up except for the naughty dare that came into her eyes the second before she put her hands on her tits. When she went to town rolling and tugging those pretty girls for my viewing pleasure, I had no choice but to give her what we both desperately wanted.

Grasping my dick, I rubbed the tip over her clit, and she leaned up on her elbows to watch. Then she rolled her hips—a not-so-subtle request for me to stop teasing. I didn't know what turned me on more, her stunningly responsive body or her impatience to have me inside her. I'd dreamed about having sex with Chessly, but the reality was so much hotter, and I hadn't even made it inside her yet.

Then I pushed in and, oh, fuck .

"Chess, are you okay? You're so incredibly tight. Jesus."

Widening her thighs and tilting her hips, she invited me deeper. "There is a lot of you, Finn." She let out a tiny satisfied sigh. "And you feel amazing. Keep going."

I pulled out a bit and thrust in deeper. Her tight heat gripping my cock drove all rational thought from my head. Thrusting again, and yet again, I seated myself to my balls inside her utterly perfect pussy. When she started pulsing around me, she left me no choice but to move, and soon I was pounding into her. She flattened her hands on the headboard, those sounds coming from her spurring me on.

"Chess, come, please. Please, baby, I need you to come."

"Clit," she ground out through her teeth.

I pressed my thumb to that sweet little nub and watched in wonder as she climaxed like Fourth of July fireworks. Her eyes held mine for a long second before she arched up, her head fell back, and she keened my name directly into the wall behind the headboard.

A couple of short thrusts later, I shouted my release to the ceiling and collapsed on top of her, my breath sawing in and out of me like a freight train. As the aftershocks rolled through her, she clamped down hard on me, forcing me to move again inside her, and I swear I experienced a second mini-orgasm.

Holy fuck .

Catching the sound of Chess sipping air, I groaned and rolled onto my back, taking her with me. I wasn't ready yet to pull out and end the connection I'd forged with this girl. Never in my life could I have prepared for the way she wrung me inside out then pulled me back into shape better than I was before.

When our breathing returned to something resembling normal, I rolled her to my side so I could tie off and trash the condom. Then I cuddled her close, my fingers drawing lazy patterns on the soft skin of her arm. After all the noise we'd been making, the aftermath in my room was weirdly silent.

"I didn't plan for this to happen today," I whispered into the quiet.

"Me neither," she whispered back.

Tipping my head up to look into her face, I asked, "Are you sorry?"

She huffed out a laugh. "Not even a little bit."

Letting my head drop back onto the pillow, I relaxed. "Me neither." I grinned. "You're incredible, you know that?"

"Confession."

I tensed again.

"That's the first time I've ever come when a man's gone down on me."

I tipped my head up to look at her again. "For real?"

Nodding against my chest, she said, "For real. I've never really even enjoyed a guy going down on me." She traced her fingers through the hair on my chest. "Until you. That was—wow. And then you topped it." She mumbled the next part, but I heard it anyway. "I have no idea what to do with you now."