Page 23 of Unsteady: How to Fail at Flirting
It’s almost too much. Too serious.
And if he weren’t so good at taking me like this, I might try to make him laugh.
But I’m all out of words. I am only gasps and cries and moans.I am putty where he is steady. I’m soft where he’s firm. I’m falling apart while he powers into me.
“Finn…yes, Finn…”
He angles me on my side a little and switches legs. I have no idea what’s happening, but the next thrust is a whole new sensation. Hot and tingly in new places. I’m going to shatter so hard, and he seems like he could last for hours. This is new and fun and utterly devastating.
Finn is already the best sex of my life, and it’s not on a bed or in a totally private space.
Who is this man?
I stop asking these questions when his mouth finds mine again, sharing his sweet, salty taste with me.
I’m not thinking about how on earth he’s able to hold me up and move me in sync with his body. I’m not thinking about how sturdy or not-sturdy this work table might be. No thoughts between these ears. Only the unreal sensation of being held—cradled, even—while this man blows my fucking back out.
Twelve
Finn
I wish I knew what she was thinking.
I need to know what’s in her head even as I drive into her, filling her.
Her slitted eyes smile up at me with every thrust. Her nails dig into my skin where she holds on. Her bee-stung lips part as she moans.
“Talk to me, Skylar,” I grit out.
“No words…perfect…”
“I want you to touch yourself, Skylar.”
Our rhythm slows as she reaches down, her eyes on me while she does it.
I know she hits the right spot as her nostrils flare and her breath catches.
“I fucking wanted you the moment I saw you. Before I knew your name.”
“Finn, I…”
“Your face in my mind got me through hell. It was you I wanted to talk to about everything, every night and every morning. That’s what I want, Skylar.”
“The next time we do this, it’s gonna be in your bed, and it’s gonna be my mouth making you come.”
“Oh …my…god…Finn!”
Skylar cries out as her release hits her, her nails marking me, her tiny muscles spasming as I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
That familiar pull at the base of my spine warns me I’m about to come.
I bury my face in Skylar’s throat as my release hits me. I’m surrounded by her, coming apart at the seams at how good she is. How good we are together.
She has me in a chokehold.
The idea of us being apart after this is unthinkable.
Skylar is my person.
