Camera Shy: Chapter 21

Oh, sweet hell.

I’ve never been this greedy in my life. I’m comfortable on my hands and knees on the hard deck because Finn fetched me a towel. That’s the kind of man I’m sleeping with. He folded up a beach towel for my knees, so I was more comfortable when he buried his tongue into me from behind.

I’m not rushing. I don’t try to find my release in a hurry. I simply enjoy myself and all the appreciative moans he’s making from between my legs. This is how the pretty girls must feel. Deserving. Do I deserve this? Yeah… Maybe I do. When did what I want start to become less imp—

“Whoa! Finn,” I squall when I feel his finger tap gently against the wrong hole.

“Sorry. You don’t like that?” he asks in a mumble, immediately removing his finger. Using both hands to spread me, he slips his tongue inside my crease. He tilts his head so he can get even deeper.

Every time he enters me like that, the heady fog of pleasure takes over my entire body. It feels so good, I might do something insanely irresponsible like allow this Goliath of a man to take my ass, shortly before meeting my end. Death by giant dick.

“No, it feels kind of exhilarating actually, but—ah! Oh God…” It’s too damn hard to focus when his tongue is darting around like that. “Just not tonight. Baby steps.”

“Mmm,” he moans. “Okay, we’ll just do this tonight.” He cocks his head to the side and flicks away at my clit, sending me down the river of indulgent pleasure again. I whimper and moan shamelessly. It feels natural. It feels right. I want him to know what he’s doing to me and how accepted I feel, just as I am. I couldn’t even fuck Mason with the lights on. I now have the sexiest-looking man I’ve ever laid eyes on with his tongue gliding all over my pussy like a rehearsed dance. Is this all it takes? Asking for what I want?

“Finn?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I have your fingers too?”

He sinks his finger into me in reply. “Good girl for asking. Of course you can. You’re so wet. You love this, don’t you?”

I moan as he coaxes me along with his sexy talk.

“You want another?”

“Yes, please.”

“So polite,” he mumbles as a second finger joins the first. And then to my great surprise, he curls them inside of me.

Wait. I’m not new to this. I’ve been fingered before, but Finn is going off-road. Instead of a pumping motion, he seems more focused on stroking something. I mean to ask, but he’s moving too fast for me to understand what’s happening. The pressure builds, but from a place I don’t recognize. It’s far more intense, far more overwhelming. I can’t even speak. I just bite down on my forearm as my knees go weak.

I open my mouth, but only a raspy groan comes out as he starts to move his fingers furiously. The deck begins to shake… Or is it just my body? Something doesn’t feel right. I’m on a brand-new cusp and I have no fucking clue what’s on the other side. But the intensity is so punishingly delicious. The overwhelming waves of pleasure make me want to slip under the water and drown in this sensation.

I bite my lip when my orgasm explodes in a blinding rage, more intense than I’ve ever felt before. I’m about to scream out Finn’s name when—

Holy shit. Something slips…no…sprays. No, please no. I freeze in place. Absolutely mortified, I refuse to let myself enjoy the post-orgasmic relief. Because I feel it dripping down the back of my thighs. I swear I thought it was a pornographic myth. Surely, I didn’t just…squirt?

Oh, sweet humiliation. Welcome back. It’s been a little while. Thank you for rearing your ugly head and ruining this for me.

I turn over, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. Finn’s still standing in the hot tub, the water rising to his hips. I pray the beads of liquid on his chest are sweat, condensation, or splashes from the tub. I have to believe that, or I’ll die of embarrassment at this moment.

“Don’t,” he says sternly when he sees my expression.

I study his furrowed brows, assuming he’s horrified too, but the smile on his face is nothing but wicked. “I’m so sor—”

“Don’t,” he repeats, cutting me off.

“Don’t what?”

“Apologize for the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Lie back,” he grumbles. “Right now, Avery, I’m serious. I’m so hard, I’m going to fuck you better than you’ve ever had it in your life. Lie back.” He grabs me by my hips and scoots me to the very edge of the deck. He must be standing on the raised bench seat in the hot tub because suddenly he’s a few inches higher and his erection, which he just freed, is positioned right at my entrance.

“You’re not grossed out?”

“Grossed out? You know that was intentional, right?”

“Was it?”

“Hell yes, it’s my special skill.” He smirks as he hovers over me and presses his lips to mine. I taste a hint of chlorine and myself. A little sweet, a little musky, but completely hedonic. “I take it you’ve never done that before?”

“I didn’t even know I could.”

“I’m going to teach you a lot about what you can do. You’re mine to play with. All summer.” His tip nudges my entrance and I push against his chest.

“Wait. I thought we were going to practice my blow job skills.”

Finn narrows his eyes, his lips turning down in contemplation. He seems suspended between lustful need and sweet amusement. He chooses the former. “You got yours. Now it’s my turn.” He presses his lips against my ear. “And I want that wet pussy, right now.”

Straightening up, he strokes along his cock, staring at me with my legs spread, like he’s debating how he wants to play this. “Hold your knees, Queen. I need your legs out of my way so you can take my entire cock. Every inch.”

Goddamn, his dirty mouth stirs something up inside of me. I immediately obey, pulling my legs up and outward by my knees.

He spits on my clit and I writhe in place as he uses his thumb to rub his saliva all over my crease. He’s moving so slowly, and I know what he’s doing. The anticipation. It’s killing me. I feel like I could come again from the look he’s giving me.

“This is going to go fast. Not my usual style, but that’s what you do to me. Do you know that? I’m putty in your hands, Avery.”

His loud, grumbly moan is all I hear when he slams into me. I lose track of time and space. We’re fucking amongst the stars for all I know. Maybe I come again, maybe I don’t. I’m not really able to tell the difference anymore. It all feels so good. The build-up, the anticipation, the release—it’s all so good. I need it all. I’m going to ask for it all. It’s clear I don’t know what my body is really capable of. But I’ll find out. Finn’s willing. And I want him to take me there.

“Such a fucking queen,” he whispers into my ear right before he roars, spilling inside of me.

My sensitivity is still so heightened, the beads of water from the hot shower tickle my skin. It seems like I feel them one by one, cresting and breaking against my body. I can’t wipe the stupid, goofy smile off my face. This is satisfaction. I wiggle my toes against the tile floor of Dex’s oversized walk-in shower. How have I gone this long without satisfaction?

Finn’s waiting for me with a towel outstretched in his hands when I turn off the water. He rinsed and wrung out his swim trunks before putting them back on, but I know he must be uncomfortable. And here’s the awkward part. He needs to go home and change…

But should he come back?

I step out of the shower and let Finn wrap me up in the fluffy towel. Being naked around him finally feels comfortable. I feel like my body is his to explore now as much as it is mine. He kisses the top of my head, breathing in my damp hair.

“I like your shampoo. There’s a scent I can’t quite place.”

“The ginger, probably. It’s this ridiculously expensive designer brand. I don’t usually spend a lot of money on beauty products, but I buy good shampoo. I think it’s citrus, ginger, and a little mint. Those scents shouldn’t work together, but somehow—”

“They do,” Finn finishes for me. “It reminds me of this soap my dad used to bring back from the Caribbean for my mom. She loved it.” Finn rubs my shoulders with his large hands. It feels like home when he touches me. Like I’m where I should be.

“Did you guys get to travel a lot with your dad as a commercial pilot?”

“No. He didn’t want us to.”

“Ah, makes sense. I’m sure he didn’t want you missing school and such.”

“No. Nothing like that.” Finn grunts, his agitation apparent. “It’s just harder to cheat on your wife when she’s around, you know?”

“Shit.” My open palm finds my forehead, making a loud, echoing smack in the large master bathroom. “I didn’t mean to bring up—”

“Oh, hey,” Finn says, “it’s fine. It’s old news. I told you, the stuff with my dad…it’s complicated.”

I pat my body underneath the towel, soaking up the water droplets. “How so?”

“Because he’s such a dick to my mom, but if you take all that bullshit out, he’s a pretty great dad. It’s confusing. I hate him strictly for how he treated my mom, but I feel guilty about it because he’s always been good to me. I normally can dodge his calls just fine, but I have to see him when he’s in town. It keeps the peace, I suppose.”

Reaching up, I smooth the worry lines on Finn’s forehead. His brows are cinched in dismay. “Do you have to see him often?”

“Nah, not really. A few times a year. He’s actually in town next month. We’re having dinner. Want to come with me and be my decoy?” He lets out what sounds like a nervous chuckle. I half expect him to add, just kidding. This is a layer of Finn I haven’t seen before. He looks a little vulnerable.

I smile at him like the world’s biggest smart-ass. “Ask me.”

“What?”

“If you want me to go, I will. Just ask me for what you want. Don’t be shy.” I wink at him.

“And the student becomes the teacher,” Finn says. He taps his fingers together in a sarcastic golf clap. “Fine. Avery, will you please go to dinner with me when I have to meet my dad? I could use a friend to get me through it.”

I rise to my tiptoes, but I’m still not tall enough to kiss his cheek. I reach around the back of his neck and pull him a little closer. “I’d be happy to,” I say into his ear before I press my lips against his smooth cheek.

“Thank you.”

I snuggle into my towel and smile at Finn, right before I shoo him away. “It’s a date. But now, I need to sleep off all our shenanigans from this evening.” Perfectly timed, a large yawn overcomes me. “And I know you must be wrecked as well.”

I can almost see the words on his lips. I swear if he asked, I’d say yes tonight. I’m so happy. I could pretend for just one evening that I could keep this man to myself forever. Say it, Finn. Ask me if you can stay over.

He settles for a lingering kiss on my forehead, then follows up with a quick peck on my lips. “Get in bed. Get cozy, Queen. I’ll lock up behind me. See you soon.”

Finn waves over his shoulder as he exits the bathroom. I dry myself off and make my way into the bedroom where I’ve finally taken advantage of some of the drawers Dex cleared out for me. After weeks of staying here, I no longer live out of a suitcase.

I pull on a pair of my most comfortable black cotton panties. Omitting a bra, I yank on a thin tank top in a hurry as it hits me. This evening shouldn’t end like this. Stay with me… Hold me… We’re already in way over our heads. Let’s just dive in. I fly down the stairs, thudding loudly as I sprint like I’m headed to an emergency. But it took too long for me to come to my damn good senses.

It’s too late. He’s already gone. I debate calling, but my descent down the stairs was enough time to remind myself that Finn deserves a friend who stays true to her word. I asked him for a favor. My intention was not to trap him. If I asked him to stay, he would, out of guilt…maybe pity. Either way, for some reason, I have a hold over him and I don’t think it has anything to do with infatuation. I think he feels bad for me. A lesser woman would exploit that.

I am not a lesser woman.

I stand alone in the living room, feeling deflated, watching Cherry glide across the dimly lit tank. I’m sure she thinks it’s moonlight. It’s all synthetic, sweetheart. Just a ruse your daddy created, who is off swimming with fish in the real ocean. She’s moving so slowly, it’s strange. How quickly do fish age? Taking a step closer, I peer into the tank, following her slow, languid movements. It startles me when she pauses in place, seemingly motionless, except for her fins barely waving to keep her afloat. Odd. I swear if my fish friend is belly up tomorrow, I’m going to lose my shit.

“Hang in there, girl. I’ll call the aquarium guy tomorrow.” Maybe their pH is off. That would be my luck. I offer to take care of Dex’s fish and I end up murdering them all by neglect as I’m living out my dirtiest fantasies all over Dex’s home. He told me to make myself comfortable, but by comfortable he probably did not mean naked on his couch with my legs hooked over Finn’s shoulders.

Damn. I cringe to myself. That does not come off well. I wonder how he’d take it if he knew what Finn and I were up to. It might be the first time a client has ever fired me. And hell, Dex would be justified in doing so.