Chapter 37

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CATLIN

When I step further into the room, I startle upon seeing faces pressed tightly to the window. Turning toward Finn, he quickly reads the hesitant look on my face. “It’s a one-way mirror, piscín.”

“So, I can see them ”—I wave my hand before the glass, noting that it doesn’t garner a single reaction from the faces pressed to it—“but they can’t see me .”

Closing the distance between us, Finn asks, “Could you see inside when you looked through it?” Not a thing. I lightly shake my head, as Finn sweeps my hair over my shoulder to reveal the zipper of my dress. He lowers it an inch before imparting, “If you aren’t okay with this, we don’t have to.”

My heart pounds, and nervous energy courses through me as I think about the woman down the hall. She came countless times from the toy and the couple, but they were nothing compared to how she had completely exploded with bliss as I watched her. Unable to deny my curiosity, I glance over my shoulder at Finn and try to hide my hesitation when I brat, “Did I ask to go to church?”

A devilish smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he drags the zipper down the length of my spine. “No. No, you did not,” he replies, slipping my dress from my shoulders and letting the soft fabric flutter down my body. Standing before the window wearing nothing but my strappy heels, I stare into the sea of faces before me.

When I turn around, I find Finn tossing his shirt to the floor as he undoes his pants. Standing behind me, he snakes his arms around me and slides his hands down my stomach. His fingers travel through the crease of my hips and between my legs. A growl rattles in his chest as his palms rub over the slickness covering my upper thighs, and his voice is gravelly. “I love how fucking wet my good girl gets when she’s being naughty.”

Kissing along my neck, he pulls gently at my thighs, urging me to widen my stance. He toys with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until I’m wound so tightly that I’m ready to explode. “Does mo piscín need me to make good on my promise?” He chuckles as I grind against his hard length and writhe against him.

“Please,” I beg, desperately needing him inside me.

Goosebumps of excitement prickle my skin as he dusts his fingertips from my shoulders to my wrists. Grabbing my hands, he lifts them and roughly slams them against the glass before me, startling the people trying desperately to watch from the other side.

“Eyes on them. Watch their faces,” Finn commands as he pushes his pants down his thighs and presses his length to my entrance. I’ve taken precautions to be safe—with Layla’s help—but Finn’s next words still catch me off-guard. “See how fucking excited they are to watch me finally take you bare.”

Finn sinks the entirety of his shaft into me, and a breathy grunt billows from my lungs as he suddenly stretches me. Pressing against the glass, I arch my back and push into him, needing him to take me like he promised. But Finn knows exactly what I need; he grips my hips and slams into me again, groaning, “Fuck, Cat. Feeling every bit of your cunt wrapped around me is fucking heaven.”

My fingertips try to find purchase into the pane of glass as he takes me hard and fast, demanding that I come for him. The wall of faces stares at me, watching me hurdle toward my release. I can’t believe how much I enjoy fantasizing that they are actually watching what Finn does to me. That they’re watching how good he makes me feel.

“Come for me,” Finn instructs, deepening his rough thrusts and raking his nails along my spine. “Come for them . Show them how hard I pray at your altar as I worship your sweet, dripping pussy.”

My body does exactly as he commands, and I slip off the edge I was teetering on. Screams of pleasure fall over my lips, and the men and women watching react. It feels like they’re actually watching me come undone. Finn rubs vigorously at my clit as he slams into me from behind, and my orgasm doesn’t stop. The wave of pleasure comes again and again as everyone stares at me in awe. I come until my thighs are trembling and I can barely stand.

“One more for me,” Finn grunts the command. “One more as I fill you, mark every inch of your sweet heaven with my cum, finally claiming it as mine.”

Struggling to stand on my quivering legs, I clench around Finn as he grows more rigid inside me. He slams into me with a roar, and I cry out in pleasure, coming again as he unloads his release.

Finn’s hips still with him buried deep inside of me, and he breathlessly slumps against my sweat-covered back. Catching his breath, his kisses over my salty skin as he whispers, “You’re mine, piscín .”

A few moments later, he pulls himself from me and tucks himself back into his pants before retrieving my panties from his pocket. Dropping to his knees, he carefully slips them over my heels, drags them up my legs, and pulls them over my hips. “Mine,” he growls, running his fingers over the lacy fabric as he stares into my eyes. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever truly marked as mine.”

Finn dips his face and softly presses his lips to mine. He pulls back a breath, his words vibrating across my lips as he whispers, “And you’re going to be the only one.”