"Finn..." I groan, leaning my body into him even more. His lips were latched onto my neck, sucking and biting at the skin. We were standing in line at one of the local retail stores because I'd decided I needed more sweatpants than what I owned. They were really the only thing that I found comfortable anymore.
"Mmmm, yes? My love." He murmurs against my hear.
"Stop it." I chuckle. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was definitely enjoying himself. "I just want a good bra..." I mumble as we walked our way through a Burlington a little bit later on.
"You have a million bras." He basically scoffed. "That you never wear." He adds looking at me unimpressed.
"There's a reason I don't wear them. They're uncomfortable." I say matter of factly. He only rolls his eyes, following me to the dressing room. "Why don't you come in here with me and tell me if it looks good." I suggest in more of a seductive tone.
"I would never let you buy a bad bra." He agrees easily, smirking as he shut the door behind him. I jumped right on him, pushing him up against the dressing room door and kissing down his jaw line and over his neck. "Annabelle..." He chuckles, his hands sliding across my waist.
"How long do you think it's socially acceptable to be in here?" I ask quickly, biting his collar bone. That action made him gasp softly, and it was enough to push him into gear too. He easily pins me to the wall, and his hand slips into my sweat pants. I let out a little satisfied moan when his fingers brush over my clit over my panties.
"You gotta be quiet." He tells me seriously. This wouldn't even be an issue right now had he not sucked the sweet spot on my neck for 5 minutes in line earlier today. He pushes my panties off to the side and his middle finger easily finds my clit. I was already slick with my own juices, which only intensified the feeling of his rough fingers over my sensitive skin.
"Oh god..." I groan softly, rolling my head back against the wall and pushing my pelvis into his hand more. He begins slowly circling my clit, every once in a while dipping a finger inside me. My hands fist into his shirt and I bite down on his shoulder to help keep myself quiet. After a moment he slips a finger inside of me followed easily by another and begins pumping at a steady pace. "Don't stop." I sigh.
"I had no intentions of stopping." He growls. We locked on to each other's eyes, his were dark and filled completely full of lust which only turned me on more.
"Fuck!" I gasp, gripping his bicep. After another minute my knees basically buckled and I came in a flood over his fingers. It was so intense that I could feel my own muscled pulsing. "Good god." I say softer, my whole body relaxing against the wall. He only smirks as he pulls his hand out of my pants, and backs up a step.
"By the way, I quite like that bra." He adds making me shake my head. "Do you at least feel better?" He questions.
"Yeah, a little." I nod. It indeed took of the edge of the pressure I was feeling. "Lets go home. I'm hungry." I say suddenly.
"For what?" He asks, taking the bra from the wall. "Seriously though, do you want this?" He asks me and I nod 'yes'.
"Chocolate ice cream, cookie dough, and bacon wrapped stuffed jalapenos." I answer simply.
"Gross..." He mutters and I whip my head around, glowering hard at him. He quickly responds with, "Um, where do we get bacon wrapped stuffed jalapenos?"
"TGIFridays. There's one on the way home." I tell him. We pay for the bras, and socks that I decided I needed as well. "I'm tired." I sigh, closing my eyes against the seat. "What are you doing?" I ask him, when he pulls his phone out of his pocket.
"I was going to call TGIFridays and order your food." He answers easily.
"No don't. I'm not hungry." I shake my head. He looks at me, in sheer confusion.
"You were hungry 10 minutes ago." He mumbles in a softer tone.
"And now I'm not." I shrug.
"Alright." He answer.
"Thanks for going shopping with me." I murmur after a few minutes.
"You're welcome." He smiles. His fingers find my own and he laces them together, setting my hand and his on my thigh.
"Oh my god!" I exclaim, making him tap the breaks quickly and look at me with wide eyes. "Taco hut! Will you please stop. I want tacos." I tell him. With big eyes and raised eyebrows he only slows down and makes the right turn into Taco hut, pulling into the drive thru.
"What would you like?" He looks at me.
"Uhm... 3 tacos, without lettuce or tomato..." I murmur, leaning over him to look at the menu. "A coke... some of those little cinnamon ball thingies... and a churro." I rattle off.
"Will that be all?" A voice comes through from the speaker.
"Are you hungry?" I look at him. He's got a giant grin on his face, and only shakes his head 'no'. "That's all." i tell him.
"I'll have your total at the window, pull around." He responds. We pay, and the guy hands over a grocery sized bag full of what I'd ordered. He pulls into the driveway just as Kelly is coming out the front door. "I have the bags." He tells me, making a grab for the taco hut bag.
"Yeah if I were you, I wouldn't fucking touch this." I basically growl at him. He shrugs, and slips out of the car to the trunk.
"Where ya headed?" I ask Kelly.
"I'm going out with a couple girls from the office. You want to come? We're going to a local pub, but it's a grill too with food." She adds that part quickly, so i wouldn't get turned off by 'pub'.
"No, thanks." I smile. "Have fun." I tell her, starting towards the house.
"See you guys later!" She calls back. I head into the house and toss the food into the fridge. When I turn around FInn is standing there, glancing between myself and the refrigerator.
"What?" I ask him, putting a hand on my hip.
"Nothing." He shakes his head.
"Fuck you. I know what you're thinking." I grumble. "And no, I don't know if I"m hungry. I know that those tacos smell fucking awful. When he handed the bag to us, they smelled like fresh flowers. I'll kill everything." I tell him, rolling my eyes.
"Ok." Was all he responded with.
"What?!" I snap at him.
"I said nothing, my love." He responds very calmly.
"But your fucking thinking shit, why don't you just fucking keep quiet?!" I basically snarled at him.
"My my, you are feisty aren't you?" He smirks at me. My initial thought was I just wanted to smack that stupid smirk right off his face.
"Take off your fucking shirt." I tell him, which actually makes him draw back and stare at me. "I said take off your damn shirt, Finn." I say again. After a few more seconds of shock he does what I said, and pulls his tshirt slowly up over his head, tossing it onto the counter. All my arousal came in a flood, pooling in my lower abdomen. The washboard abs, defined chest, and those veins that peeked just out of his pants did it for me. "What the fuck Finn?" I ask him, motioning to his chest.
"You see something you'd like?" He continues to smirk at me.
"I'm about to fuck that smirk right off your face." I tell him seriously.
"I'm going to bed you over the couch and fuck you raw." He shoots back, making me visibly shudder. He spins me around to face the counter, effortlessly pulling my shirt up over my head, leaving me in my sweat pants and sports bra. "I'm not particularly fond of this bra." He says, unhooking the clasp that was in the front at the plunge area of my breasts and dragging it down my shoulders. It didn't matter where he touched me, it left my skin literally on fire and aching for more attention. I turn back around and my fingers immediately go to work on his pants, pulling apart the belt that he was wearing.
"Slow down..." He chuckles, "I'm not going anywhere." He assures me.
"I don't want it slow." I reply simply, unbuttoning his pants and basically shoving them and his briefs down his legs. He kicks them off, his length at attention against my thigh.
"Ok." He easily complies. He leaves a trail of bites and kisses down my stomach and over the top of my sweat pants before tugging them and my panties down my legs. "Jump up." He says, wrapping his arms around my waist. I didn't need any more encouragement than that, and jumped up wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. With a simple rotation of his hips all 8 inches of him sank inside me.
"Finn!" I gasp. He bails us into the living room and without breaking out contact lays me down on the couch. He gave me zero warning before slowly pulling nearly all the way out before aggressively snapping his hips back up against me. His fingers kneaded a breast as his assault continued. Goosebumps formed on my arms as his tongue traveled over my neck and ear. "Ohmygod..." I groan reaching my own hand down between us to play with my clit.
"No." He shakes his head, pulling my hand back up and pinning it above my head. I only stare at him in shock.
"Finn I need to cum." I almost cried. The pressure was absolutely killing me.
"When you cum it's going to be because I built you up to that." He tells me, "You'll feel much better that way." He adds. He pulls out and pulls me up, bending me over the arm rest of the couch before reentering from behind. My hands find a pillow that I pull towards me. I moan loud into the fabric, pushing myself back against his thrusts.
"Fuck, can't you go any harder?!" I ask him, flinging my hair over my shoulder to look back at him. "I know you can do better than that." I egg him on, making him smirk back at me. His fingers snake up my back and into my hair pulling my back into nearly a perfect 'U' I was arched so much. His movement were quick and hard, but he hardly left contact with my own skin we were so close. "Oh my god!" I basically yelled, reaching back and grabbing a handful of skin on his hip. I literally almost blacked out from the intensity of my orgasm. It made me scream into the pillow, my body got all tingly and my muscles clamped down on his length making him grunt in response. After that every stroke made my body shake, or spasm until he finally poured his own release into me. I was limp against the couch, and he was panting for air behind me. "That was like, the best sex so far." I tell him honestly.
"Am I a bad boyfriend if i agree with you?" He questions, "Though the make up sex was pretty great too." he adds thoughtfully.
"Not as good as that." I admit. "Oh my god, get off me. You're body heat is making me sick." I say to him, pushing his body away from me. He chuckles, backing up a few steps and into the kitchen to grab his clothes. "Grab my tacos while you're in there! Please!" I call to him, crawling my naked frame up into the couch. Kelly would have a cow. She'd never sit on this couch again.
"Oh, now you're hungry?" He laughs and I hear him pull the bag out of the fridge.
"You want some of this?" I offer to him, spreading all my food out on the coffee table.
"Are you going to eat naked?" He questions, looking my body up and down.
"I was planning on it." I nod.
"You're getting cum all over the couch." He says simply. I glance at it, he was right. "How are you going to explain that to Kelly?"
"I'm going to hope she doesn't notice." I shrug, shoving half a taco into my mouth. "If she asks, I'll whip a lie out of my ass." i add with a full mouth, making him chuckle. "It's leather, it'll wipe off." I literally eat everything that was on the coffee table, and he looks at me expectantly when I lean back into the couch with a sigh.
"What?" He smiles.
"We should have gotten chocolate ice cream."
A/N: As much as I tried to write something with some kind of storyline substance, I just ended up with smut. So be it. lol