“Coming right up.”
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The doorto my apartment shut behind us. With our coffees still in hand, Finn decided to shove me against the wall. He grabbed my paper cup, bending down to set in on the floor faster than I could register what was happening. Next thing I knew, his lips were attacking mine and his fingers tangled in my hair, which I just had released from its ponytail.
I panted as I pushed him away. “Finn, I told you. I have rules and this can’t happen.”
My body was betraying me: my heart was pounding, my clit was throbbing, and I could feel the need pooling in my yoga pants.
Finn took a step closer to me. “Some rules are meant to be bent, like this.” He gently kissed my lips and I started to melt. His brogue, his touch, his eyes—it was all taking over my better judgment.
“Some rules are meant to be broken, Joey. Just like this.” He scooped me into his arms. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him, letting him press me against the wall next to my front door.
“Let’s get cleaned up for the shoot.” His breath was hot on my neck as his whisper swept into my ear.
I sighed into him, kissing his soft lips again. “Ok.”
How could I not give into him?
Fuck. My. Life.
He was just too beautiful.
He carried me all the way to my tiny bathroom, which felt extra cramped with both of us occupying the space. While the water warmed, we tugged at each other’s clothes, practically ripping them off.
I yanked down his boxer briefs to reveal the most beautiful cock I had ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t the biggest I had ever played with but it took the cake on perfection. He was at least eight inches, thick and pierced right through the tip with a simple barbell.
Holy crap, I need to ride that bucking bronc.
We climbed into the shower, breathing heavily in between desperate hasty kisses. I reached down, not able to wait any longer to touch him. Slowly, I started to stroke and he moaned at my touch.
“Joey, you’re breathtaking.”
His words shocked me. They were genuine, not just dirty talk like I was used to. They felt better than I could have ever imagined.
Quickly washing my hair and rinsing it out, Finn grabbed my body wash, put some on my pink loofa, and started to wash me from my neck, down my chest, all the way to my throbbing bud. Tingles ran through my body at his gentle touch as I slowly continued to play with his glorious manhood.
Once I was sufficiently covered in bubbles, I took the loofa from Finn and started to return the favor. His hands ran down my body, helping rinse off the suds before his fingers slipped slowly between my folds. He gently rubbed circles over my aching clit while biting my neck gently.
My body shuddered at his touch as he plunged deep into my wetness.
“Like that, beautiful?” His voice was low, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin below my ear.
I nodded, rubbing down his perfect abs to get the soap off him.
“I want you,” he growled. Electricity shot through me.
Right as I turned off the water and the idea of tackling Finn’s soaking wet body onto my bed filled my mind, Brett’s voice called through my apartment, “Jolene? You here?”
“Shit,” I muttered, throwing a towel around my body and hastily hopping out of the tub. “Get dressed quick. I’ll be right back.”
I dove out of my bathroom, throwing a towel around my dripping wet body. “Brett? You’re early.”
He had a paper bag in one hand and a holder with two cappuccinos from my favorite bagel place in the other.
“Thought you might need some help tidying up the place, and some breakfast.” His eyes darted to Finn’s hanging bag on the table and looked up and down my practically exposed body. “Is this a bad time?” An eyebrow raise and sly smirk quickly jumped onto my cousin’s face.
Just then, right on freaking cue, Finn glided into the room. Yeah, freaking glided. He was toweling off his damp short hair, shirtless with his running pants low on his hips. A coy grin spread quickly as he took in the shocked gasp that leapt from my throat.
“Oh my.” Brett’s hand flew to cover his laughing mouth as red spread from his ears down his neck. “He’s hotter than I thought!” Brett’s whisper was loud enough to fill the apartment.
“Finn?” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to keep the loosening towel from dropping to the floor.
“My clean clothes.” He pointed to the hanging bag. “You should get dressed, too, beautiful. Kathy just texted me, she’s almost here.”
My cheeks burned, but him calling me beautiful again was worth the awkwardness of the situation. I started to follow Finn into my room right as a knock came at my door. “Don’t say anything?” My pleading eyes met my cousin’s just as he was about to open the door for Kathy.
“About what?” He winked and called through the door, “Just a sec!”