~ ~ Finn ~ ~

Stepping from the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist, my phone buzzed.

It was Trixie. I'd sent her a message before I'd jumped in the shower, asking how her first day was going. Well, it is almost over, after four now.

I read it, but instead of replying, I took a chance and called her.

"Hi Finn," she answered, sounding out of breath?

"Hey you. For someone who works in an office, you sound like you're running."

I heard her take an intake of breath. "Actually, I've just jogged down twenty flights of stairs and I'm heading outside now."

She sounded flustered, almost shaken. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. "Everything okay, Trix?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just needed to clear my head, get some air." She paused. "Something unexpected came up."

My gut clenched, protectiveness running riot. "Something bad?" It was odd in such a short amount of time that I would happily kick the shit out of anyone who upset her.

Hesitating. "No... not entirely unpleasant." The sound of traffic filtered through our call. "I'm glad you called, Finn. A distraction is what I need right now. So tell me, what's going on with you, what's running through your mind?"

Jesus, I didn't think she was ready to know exactly what was on my mind. But it wouldn't stop me from playing a little. "Distraction is my middle name, Trix. What sort of distraction are we talking about?" My mind flipped back to last night when I pictured her sandwiched between me and Cam and then this morning when I jacked off, thinking about being my head buried in those sweet thighs.

She laughed, and I relaxed, leaning up against the sink basin. "I don't know. What are you offering, Finn?"

Was she for real? What wasn't I offering! But let's see how far I could take this. "Well, if you were here I'd distract you with my mouth... tongue... hands."

"Finn..." She groaned a throaty little moan which shot straight to my dick.

"I'm not hearing a no, Trix." Another sigh. Let's take this up a notch. "Where's your office?"

"Knightsbridge."

Ah, Cam was based in Knightsbridge. "You're close, twenty minutes by tube. Let me dress and I'll come to—" she cut in.

"I'll come to you. Text me your address." Silence. "And Finn. This—whatever this is right now between us. This is me using you as a distraction, no emotional ties"

I could work with that. "Use me as you see fit, Trix. You won't hear any complaints."

We ended the call, and I messaged her my address, looking at the time. Cam usually hit the gym and called round his parents on Mondays, so it was safe to assume we had the place to ourselves for a few hours at least—enough time to make sure Trixie Anders wanted more of what I'm going to give her.

Fuck! My room was a shit hole. Heading there. I rammed everything that was lying on the floor in my wardrobe or in the wash basket. It tempted me to take her into Cam's room—he's like the fucking patron saint of cleaning, had OCD, I swear. But he would kill me.

Fifteen minutes later, a change of sheets and a decision to wear less clothing, I slipped on some shorts.  Grabbing my phone, I fired off a message to Cam, as I'd not heard from him all day. Hearing the buzzer, I threw my phone onto the bedside dresser.

Time to impress her, Finn. Game on.

From her hitting the buzzer to arriving at my door felt like an age. But so worth it.

Fucking hell. My eyes went up... down and back up and then repeated.

Her transformation to business professional was fucking flawless. Hair pinned up, showcasing her perfect slim neck. Fitted skirt, which did nothing to hide her amazing curves. And to finish off the look, killer heels which had my blood pumping hard and pooling in my dick.

I thanked whoever or whatever ever had brought her here. "C'mon in."  She didn't speak, just stepped inside and I pushed the door closed.

Dropping her bag to the floor, our eyes locked, before hers slipped down.  Pausing on my shorts, her teeth dented her bottom lip, drawing my attention to full lips.

I couldn't wait to have another taste of Trixie Anders, having nowhere near enough last night. "My eyes are up here, sweetheart." Raising an eyebrow, not hiding my smirk as I stepped up and slid my hand around her waist. "Tell me, Trix, are you still willing to play by my rules?" I didn't wait for her reply as my lips shimmed across her jaw up to her ear.

"Your place... your rules, Finn," she said in a breathy whisper before a shiver ran the entire length of her. "But I don't have long..."

I didn't need long.

Pulling her closer, heat pouring from her was off the scale as my lips pressed against hers, my tongue delved into her hot little mouth, greedily taking. Trix's hand ran up my arms, gripping when she reached my biceps.

She would know how much I wanted her as my dick pushed into the apex of her thighs. Trix's breasts mashed up against me, her nipples poking through her silky blouse.

I pulled back and stepped away, dragging my thumb across my bottom lip. "Take off your clothes."

One eyebrow raised. "In any order?"

"No order... just slowly does it." Her hands went to work, staring at the first button of her blouse. Eyes on me, she teased each one. "Hair?"

"Down."

One hand went up to slide out a clip and pull out a band, dropping them both to the floor, she shook out her hair, tumbling over her shoulders and down her back.

Why the fuck did I say slow? Big...no huge mistake.  My cock hardened to the point of pain as I reached down and gripped him through my shorts as Trix's eyes followed my hands.

"Sure you can handle me going this slow Finn—wouldn't want you to fire off in your shorts. Not after all that big talk last night."

I grinned. "Let me worry about me, sweetheart. You just focus on getting naked... but leave the shoes. Damn, those are sexy as fuck."

"Stockings?" She reached the last button, and I watched mesmerised; her lacy covered breasts sang to me, my hands itched to touch.

Fuck, I was in heaven and I hadn't even got to touch her yet. "Stockings and shoes are definite keepers."

She slid her blouse from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Slipping her hands to the left side of her skirt, she unzipped it, and it too fell with no resistance.

I had to swallow to stop myself from drooling. She was a vision and I didn't hide the growl that escaped my throat.

Her hands disappeared around the back and unclipped her bra, to slip it down her arms and then with one hand, she held it by her fingertips before it joined the floor. Lastly she hooked her fingers into the elastic of her g-string. Teasing it down, it fell to join the rest as she stepped from the pile, keeping hers legs slightly apart, resting her hands on her hips.

Fuck me. That small piece of landing strip was enough to make me pant and I fuckin' loved that she wasn't shy. A confident woman was such a turn on. "You are fucking beautiful, Trixie."

A smile teased her lips. "Is there a bed in this equation or are we fucking in the hall? I'm assuming your flat mate isn't home."

What...? I shook my head. "No, he won't be home for hours." But she was right. We needed to move this to the bedroom, although I would fuck her anywhere, a bed of nails wouldn't stop me.

I stepped up and twisted her, catching her mouth as I walked us backwards, still kissing, with her nipples poking my chest and my hands full of her lush arse.

My door was open as we moved in sync as if we had done this hundreds of times before. Trix stiffened as the back of her legs nudged the edge of my bed. I broke our kiss, my lips a breath away from hers. "Do you remember what I said last night?" I hardly recognized my voice.

"I believe you said reality would be better than fantasy."

"Yeah, I did. Still want that Trixie, because if you don't, tell me to stop right now."

"I wanted it last night, Finn."

My top lip curled. "It was hard for me to walk away; I was still hard when I got home." I nipped her lips. "Do you know what I had to do?"

"No... tell me." Her voice barely whispers.

I couldn't tell her the truth... a little creative license was required. "I stroked my cock until I was shooting hot cum all over my stomach whilst I thought about how your cunt would taste in my mouth."

Hell, she might as well know I had a filthy mouth, if she hadn't guessed already. And in truth, that was how I woke myself up this morning.

"I can't stop thinking about you." I flicked my tongue against her lip. "Did you touch yourself, Trix, thinking about me? Slide your fingers inside your wet pussy, wishing it was my fingers... my cock." I nudged my erection into the top of her thigh.

A moan caught in her throat as I inched back to see her face. Her lids were half hooded, her breaths shorter.

Seeing her like that was the fucking sexiest things ever. "Tell me, Trix." Fuck, was that my voice?

"Yes, fuck yes, Finn," she confessed, and I heard the want... need in her voice.

And hearing it did all sorts of weird shit to me, for one, my ego swelled.

My lips crashed down on hers. It's insane how much I wanted her. Slightly terrifying if I was honest.

Mouths fused, my tongue slipped deeper, and she kissed me back just as hard and with the same intense desire. It nearly drove me to my knees. But I needed to keep my head as I wanted her in a hundred different ways, and I didn't want it over too quickly.

My hands traced over the curve of her arse, squeezing it.

Fucking perfect.

It's almost like some weird electricity was bubbling between us before I freed her lips and licked and kissed down the smooth skin of her neck, down further to dip and take her nipple in my mouth.

Her soft moans were almost my undoing as my hands roamed all over her curves. Trixie softened, easing into this just as much as me. Her body surrendered itself.

I felt so fucking high from just touching, kissing and she tasted and smelled so fuckin' good. I hoped to Christ she didn't put a stop to this.

A desperate ache pulsed through me. I pushed my knee between hers and nudge to widen her legs. My dick got even harder, if possible. I needed my mouth between her legs. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to taste, eat her until she screamed my name.

My hand slid between us up along her inner thigh, higher until I felt her wet heat. She wanted this as much as me, and the thought blew my mind. "Is this what you want?" My finger circled her stiff clit.

"Fuck, Finn, yesss..."

I let my finger slide down and push inside to hear her gasp. "Your so fucking hot Trix." I started pumping my finger as the heel of my palm rubbed her clit.

"Finn," she whispered as I looked at her flushed cheeks—fuckin' perfect. I slid in another finger as she clenched down and I forced myself to slow down.

She moved her hips in time. "That's it Trix, ride my fingers." Her erotic whimpers became louder, and her fingers dug into my shoulders. "You like it when I fuck you with my fingers. Am I distracting you enough yet?" I smirked as she moved one hand and pressed her lips to my shoulder, a murmur escaping her lips.

"Christ, yes... so good." Her words vibrated through my skin.

My fingers probed deeper. I knew exactly the spot I was aiming for, increasing the pressure and curling my two fingers whilst working her clit. Her hips pressed forward, and I knew we were seconds away from her first orgasm... "Come for me Trix, then I can lie you down, spread your legs and get my mouth on you, eat your cunt for hours." I continued to finger fuck her, knowing this wouldn't take long.

"Fuuuk, Finn." She cried out as I hit the jackpot. She definitely liked it when I talked dirty as her pussy clenched down hard and she rode out her orgasm.

Fuck, yeah.

I gripped her tightly as her spasms slowed and her hot cream spilled into my palm. Her breaths were short and sharp as a flush spread across her delicious breasts and up her throat.

So. Fucking. Sexy.

The pressure on my balls and my dick was unmatched. But this was about her—not me. And that's when it hit me, I had to make her want more. Take more from me.

As her breathing slowed, she reached between us. Her hand rubbed over my dick, which was still hidden beneath my shorts. "Let me see you," she said.

My Trixie was a little demanding... nice!

My Trixie? I tried not to dwell on that thought. I stepped back and pushed my shorts down for my dick to spring free.

She licked her lips. "You have a nice cock Finn... long and thick... perfect."

I reached for him and stroked, stepping closer to her. Her hand closed over mine. "May I?"

She asked so fucking politely. "Be my guest." I shifted my hand for hers to slide over him. We would not do this for long, as I wasn't joking when I said I wanted my mouth on her. My eyes fell closed as her hot little hand worked me over and my hips rocked.

I forced my eyes open. "Lie down."

"No, you first. I want to get my mouth on you."

"My rules, sweetheart, remember?" She gripped my dick a little tighter. "I won't deny I want to see my cock slide between your lips, and come in that pretty throat of yours, but that can wait."

She released her hold and sat on the edge of my bed before sliding back and lying down.

I'd never seen such an erotic sight. Trixie Anders was a fucking real-life goddess, lay there in stockings and heels. "Open your legs, let me see you." She did without pause. My eyes greedily ate up every inch. I climbed on the bed, stretching across her, my arms either side, caging her in. I took her mouth with more force, our tongues mashing, tasting, both moaning.

Stopping on a gasp. I shifted down. One hand squeezed her perfect breast as I moved my mouth to the other, sucking her nipple in, rolling and teasing with my teeth. She arched as her hands flooded my hair, almost yanking at the roots.

My hand moved down, and I teased her clit again, which still felt swollen, and I imagined was extra sensitive now. Nipping her nipple, I soothed it before kissing down her smooth skin. "You ready for my mouth on you?" I said against her hot skin. "Eating your hot little pussy?"

"Oh, god yes," came out eagerly, and I bit back a chuckle.

I stilled between her thighs as she spread her legs further. I ran my finger over her slit, her hips bucked. "You have the prettiest pussy, Trix." I lowered my head and ran my tongue over her peeking clit, practically humming.

Fucking Heaven as her salty sweetness hits my tastebuds. Get to work Finn!

I licked, using the soft blade of my tongue as I pressed one hand on her stomach to keep her flat, still. I'm controlling this, not Trixie—not today.

I flicked her clit with my tongue, slightly sharper, increasing the tempo, and she whimpered like a pussy cat... putty in my hands... or my mouth.

Listening to her moans was the best sound as I sucked her sweet throbbing clit into my mouth, shifting my hand under to tease her opening. She's practically dripping as I slipped in two fingers, and I'm now feasting like a starved man.

"More, Finn... fuck, yes. Finn... fuck."

I scraped my teeth on her clit as her grip on my hair tightened as she tensed. I knew I was about to hit another home run. Bring it home.

She screamed out my name.

Fuck, I'm good!

"Yes, yes, yes." She repeated over and over, and more thick cream flooded my hand as I pulled out my fingers and slipped in my tongue to lap whilst she grinds her pussy on my face.

Nothing beats this. She trembled, her breathing easing slightly.

"Please Finn... I want you to fuck me—now!" she said with an exhale.

And I wanted nothing more. But not today. If she wanted more, she's going to have to come back. I'm nothing but patient. She has her end game and now I have mine.

I wanted to keep Trixie Anders.