Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

ELENNA

Finley pulled me into his apartment and closed the door behind us. He locked it and tapped on a screen set back in the wall.

"It’s not as if I don’t trust them or anything, but it’s better to be safe than sorry."

"If they wanted to kill us, they would have done it on the stairs," I pointed out.

"Yeah, true, but I can’t rule out the possibility Celine didn’t come in here and rig up something funky. And by funky I don’t mean in a good way."

"I didn’t think you did." I stood back as he tapped at the security system.

The lights all flashed green before it beeped once and fell silent.

"According to this, no one stepped foot in here apart from us," he said. "They’re good, but they’ll not get past my security system. We should be safe in here."

"Should be," I echoed.

He stepped over to me, grabbed the ends of my scarf and pulled me to him. "I wouldn’t let you stay here if it wasn’t completely safe. I care about you and I’m very attached to my nuts. I’m all too aware of what Aidan would do if anything happened to you. However," he drew the word out, "it’s nothing compared to what I’d do to myself."

We stood chest to chest, almost nose to nose, breathing each other’s air.

"Are your nuts in danger from yourself?" I teased.

He grinned. "They might be. I guess I better work super hard to keep you safe and satisfied." He kissed me lightly, barely more than a brush of his lips over mine.

A jolt of lightning went right through me, from my mouth, down through my stomach and straight to my clit. Even after being finger fucked under the table at the restaurant, I was ready to climb the walls. Or better yet, climb him.

Instead of deepening our kiss, he let go of one end of my scarf and unwound it around my head. At the same time, he turned me around, so it unwound more and more. By the third turn, I was dizzy and laughing.

He twirled my scarf in the air like a lasso before tossing it onto the couch. Smiling, he undid the buttons of my coat, grabbed the shoulders and pushed it down my arms and over my hands. Before it could land on the floor, he grabbed it and tossed it on top of the scarf.

His coat followed before he pressed me down on the one side of the couch and worked the laces of my boots loose.

"These boots are fucking hot, but sweet baby puck, they’re some work."

"You think so?" I asked.

He glanced up at me. "Definitely, but you’re worth it." He loosened the laces all the way down to my ankle and eased one off before starting on the other. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything cuter than socks with pink ice cream cones with smiley faces on them."

My face heated slightly. "I like cute socks. Usually no one can see them under my boots," I said.

"Remind me to keep you in cute socks then." He eased off my other boot before sliding his hands up my legs, up to the inside of my thighs.

I could keep myself in cute socks, but I laughed anyway. I’d never turn down a new pair. Especially when he was tracing circles around the gusset of my panties and trying very hard not to touch my clit.

"What am I going to keep you in then?" I asked.

"Dessert." He grabbed handfuls of skirt and the side of my panties and pulled them both off in one, swift motion, leaving the bottom half of me bare.

He kissed his way up from my knee to the top of one of my thighs. "Be a good girl and take off your blouse and bra. I want to see those gorgeous breasts."

I tingled all over, and hurried to do as he said. He watched me carefully while I did it, blue eyes becoming darker when my bra slid down my arms, exposing my already hardened nipples.

"Well, aren’t those just perfect," he said reverently. He rose from his crouch just high enough to take one of my nipples between his lips.

I quivered both from the sensation of his touch and the thought of Aidan wondering what we were doing right now. He’d be pissed we didn’t tell him about Nicholas and Celine straight away, but he’d approve of this. Finley’s red-brown stubble tickled the bare skin of my breast. His head bobbed slightly as he sucked.

"Such a fucking good girl," he said lifting his mouth and tracing circles around my nipple with his tongue. He gave both nipples over to the safe care of his hands and lowered his mouth down to my pussy.

He snaked his tongue around my clit, tasting everywhere but there. Teasing me with every deliberate touch.

"Please," I said breathlessly.

He looked up at me and one dark eyebrow raised questioningly.

"If you don’t touch my clit, I’m going to go crazy," I said.

"When you put it that way." He went on teasing and avoiding my clit.

I growled slightly.

He chuckled. "No one ever said I wasn’t a ruthless bastard. I intend to thoroughly enjoy Aidan’s wife." He grabbed my hand and kissed my wedding band.

"I’m starting to think you’re naughty," I told him.

That had him laughing. "If you’re only just starting to think it, then I must not have been trying hard enough." He regarded my finger. "I wonder how many more you can fit on there."

The ring I wore was narrow by choice. I had small hands and slender fingers, and my taste in jewellery ran to the dainty.

"At least another two or three," I said semi-jokingly. "Legally?—"

"I don’t need legally." He dropped his face back to my pussy and took pity on my aching clit.

The conversation was forgotten for now, while I revelled in the feeling of his lips, teeth and tongue lavishing all of his attention on my pussy.

I was completely naked, on his couch while he was still fully dressed. I wanted to see him naked too. I suspected I wouldn’t get that until I came for him. Which was going to be soon, the way he was working me. His fingers didn’t leave my breasts, he did all the work on my pussy with his mouth. At the same time, he tweaked and pinched my nipples.

"I’m going to come," I panted.

Between licks he said, "Come for me. Come for me like a good girl."

I came all right, hard and fast, rocking my hips and grinding my clit against his tongue. My whole body exploded into too many pieces to count, each piece a dedication to orgasmic bliss. I pressed my hands to either side of me, arched my back and cried out his name to the ceiling. If Nicholas and Celine were still lurking around, they would have heard me shout.

Finley went on licking and teasing until I came down, sagging and puffing lightly.

"Such a very good girl." He kissed his way down the inside of my thighs and down to my knees before leaning back and grabbing the hem of his shirt. He pulled it off over his head and tossed it to the side.

I drank in the look of him. He was as muscular as any of the players, with broad biceps and sculpted abs. His stomach was flat apart from a long scar which slanted across at an angle. His chest, covered in a light smattering of hair the same colour as on his head, was also crisscrossed with scars.

I leaned forward to trace my fingertips over the one on his stomach.

"That was from a knife," he told me. "The other man didn’t survive."

"What about these others?" I touched the ones on his chest.

He shrugged as though they were nothing. "Various things. Knives, a shard of glass or two, a screwdriver."

"A bullet?" I touched a scar on his right shoulder.

He glanced down sideways at it. "Yeah. Didn’t duck fast enough. I learned my lesson after that." He stood to take off his pants and black boxer briefs.

I half expected him to wear cartoon underpants. Or maybe superhero socks. Those were black too. He was a surprise. Not as surprising as the size of his cock. I didn’t expect him to be so big. Or to have a piercing glittering from the top of his tip.

"Like what you see?" he teased.

"Definitely." I reached out to curl my fingers around his erect length. I pumped him a couple of times, enjoying the way he got even harder and leaned into me.

"As much as I like the feel of that…" He gripped my ass and pulled me to the edge of the couch. Kneeling in front of me, he guided me onto his cock and slid deep into me.

"Holy puck," he groaned. "You feel even better than I dared to dream." His eyes half closed. A faint smile graced his lips. "So fucking perfect for my cock." He cracked one eye all the way open and his smile broadened. "Be sure to tell Aidan that. My cock fits perfectly inside your pussy."

"I’ll make sure he knows." I felt so full. His cock touched everywhere inside me. My body throbbed as if I hadn’t already come twice already.

"If you don’t, I will." His eye returned to half open. "I’m going to tell him every detail about how I fucked his wife and made you mine too. Be a good girl and tell me who you belong to." He slid out of me before slamming back in hard.

I moaned. "You," I said. "Aidan and you."

"That’s right, both of us," he said. "Every centimetre of this gorgeous body of yours belongs to him and me. And mine belongs to you."

"Do you belong to him too?" I asked, half teasing.

His eyes widened and his face turned slightly pink. "That’s a conversation for another time." He grabbed me tight and lay back down on the floor, pulling me with him so I was straddling him, his cock still deep inside me.

"Ride me hard, beautiful girl," he said. "Ride me until I come inside your body."

I placed my hands on his chest, muscle and scarred skin firm as I rose and fell on him, pushing him hard while my breasts bounced.

His eyes were open fully now, watching me, appreciating my body while he pushed his hips up, driving himself into me in a perfect, heated rhythm.

I got the impression he was memorising every moment of this so he could tell Aidan the details. Aidan was going to want to hear all of them too. Every groan, every drop of sweat and cum. Every thrust. Neither of us would hold anything back, not now, not later.

Finley moaned as he came inside me, hands still gripping my hips as he drove me, milking his cock for every single drop.

At the same time, I came for a third time, my muscles clenching around his throbbing erection.

"Yes, yes, fuck," he groaned. "Elenna, you are mine, mine, mine. Dear fucking puck…"

We kept pumping and rolling until we were both spent. We finally sagged on to the thick pile of the carpet, sweating and puffing.

"That was perfect for a start," Finley said. "Let’s take this into my bedroom."