Reckless, p.21
Reckless, page 21
Fucking hell.
My balls feel like they've shriveled up into me from how euphoric that orgasm is. No one has ever made me come that good before. Just my girl.
"Don't move," I order her as I put my hand back on her throat, keeping her in place, and my seed keeps spilling.
What the fuck? What... the... fuck?
It's the only three words that come to mind when I try to work through the haze and maze in my mind.
I’m supposed to be the one rocking her world, making it impossible for her to be satisfied by any other man, but that's exactly what she's done to me.
I don't even want to take my dick out. I just want to leave it there until I get hard again so I can fuck her until my heart gives out.
Francine, my girl, just gave me an intense orgasm by letting me do exactly what I needed to do to her. Fuck her like a maniac. Dominate her. Make her submit to me.
I need to burrow myself into her so deep she won’t be able to get rid of me, to mindfuck her into needing me to get off. She's the one who's addicting. All it takes is two rounds of fucking for me to never want another woman to come near my cock.
Unless it feels the way she just made me feel, I don't fucking want it.
CHAPTER 22
SHE
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I did it.
I had sex with Finnick fucking O'Reilly! And it was unbelievable. I had no idea anyone could feel as much pleasure and satisfaction from feeling someone else's body on top of their own.
I didn’t expect him to be so worried about hurting me, but I guess it was understandable. I was a virgin, and his dick is big, but I didn't care. I wanted him to feel as good as he was making me feel.
I wanted to make this as special for him as he made it for me.
The drugs have worn off and I am incredibly tender between my legs. My hips and my thighs are bruised to hell, but I've had worse injuries from dancing. I can handle the pain and discomfort.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Finn asks.
I pull my pants over my hips and turn to him. He's sitting on the edge of his bed fully dressed, watching me with concerned eyes.
"Yeah. I feel fine," I say, even as my pussy tingles from the swelling. It's not his fault. I asked him to fuck me and fuck me, he did.
Like a beast. And I’d do it all over again.
"Really?" He still isn't sure if he should believe me.
"Seriously, I'm okay. I'm a little sore, but I've had worse," I admit even though I'm playing it down for his benefit.
He doesn't need to know how swollen I am downstairs. It might take me a few days to recover, but it will be fine.
"You'll get more sore as the drugs leave your system completely," he informs me before opening his bedroom door.
He holds it open and I step out, my tennis shoes on my feet. Suddenly, I hear hoots and hollers coming from downstairs.
"Har-ley! Har-ley! Har-ley!"
Is that really what they are going to call me from now on? They can if they want to. I like it. I think it fits me better than Francine.
Wait, why are they chanting for me?
"Shut up, dumb shits!" Finn yells as he follows me downstairs.
We make it to the living room where the guys, other than pissy Rian, are cheering at us, clapping, and everything.
"Hey, O'Reilly! I had no clue you were into Daddy kink. You're such a dirty boy," Eoghan says, laughing.
My entire body stiffens and heat crawls up my neck. Oh god. Did they hear me call Finn Daddy? Shit. This is so embarrassing. Worth it, but embarrassing.
"Come on, babe. Let's get out of here before they try to drug you again," Finn groans as he leads me toward the front door.
I wouldn't mind if they did. That was so amazing.
The drugs. The sex. Everything.
"You're grateful we did! Admit it, Daddy!" Colin mocks Finn, but Finn just closes the door behind us.
I shiver as the cold morning air slices through my clothing. "Was I really that loud?" Did I really just ask him that?
Finn vigorously rubs my arm before mounting his bike. "And the walls are thin."
"I'm sorry," I apologize, but he just gives me one of his panty melting smiles.
"I'm not embarrassed, babe. Get on."
I'm not completely sure he's being honest. The average person would be mad, but Finn isn't showing any signs of anger or irritation.
He really isn't embarrassed by his desires and doesn't care who knows about them.
I wish I could be more like Finn, but I am embarrassed about anyone knowing except Finn. I like our dynamic, but I don't want anyone trying to make me feel guilty or like I'm a freak. I like it when Finn calls me babygirl and takes control of me. Our mutual desires may not be for everyone, but they are perfect for us and that’s all that matters. Anyone who tries to make me feel bad about it can kiss my ass. Well, not that because my daddy probably wouldn’t allow that.
I throw my leg over the back of his bike and wrap my arms around his waist before he takes off. Finn zooms through traffic, probably committing a hundred different moving violations, but the danger is a part of the thrill. The vibrations from the motor are oddly soothing to my pussy, the rumbling has a numbing effect on my swollen parts.
We arrive to an empty driveway at my house. Fuck. I forgot about my mom and that curfew. I get off his bike and he closely follows suit before grabbing my hand.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks for the hundredth time. It squeezes my heart with how worried he is about me.
"How many times are you going to ask me that?" I tease.
He lets out a soft chortle. "Until your answer sounds more convincing.”
"I'm fine, really. If it will make you feel better, I'll take some Advil and sit on a bag of ice," I quip as he cradles my face in his hands. "It's not something a trillion other women haven't dealt with before. I'll be fine."
"You're saying fine a lot," he says with a devilish smirk across his face.
"It's the Word of the Day," I retort before my phone beeps in my pocket.
We stroll up to the front door as I pull my phone out and see a text from Nyla.
Nyla: Girl, we need to have some SERIOUS girl talk. R & W are coming with me to your place.
I want to spend more time with Finn, but I also know the kind of hell Ryleigh will bring if Finn is here when they arrive.
"Um, my friends are heading over here," I say nervously.
Finn doesn't look upset, but his words could be interpreted that way if he wasn't smiling while saying them. "Give a girl mind blowing sex and suddenly her friends are more important. So it’s Wham bam, thank you, daddy?”"
"I'm sorry," I mutter, but his smirk never falters.
"I'm just messing with you, babe. I've preoccupied a lot of your time the past few days, then there's been the whole thing with your mom. Your friends probably feel neglected if they don't know what's been happening."
Wow, he’s very understanding, and he’s right. Since my mom arrived, my life has been a revolving door of her and Finn.
"What is the deal with your mom?" he adds.
A nervousness fills me, but I want to tell him everything. I don't want to hold anything back. Honesty is key for any relationship, even one as undefined as mine and Finn's.
"That’s more than a quick conversation. Where my parents are involved, I feel like my world has been flipped upside down," I admit.
Finn stares at me intently, waiting for me to continue.
"I always thought my parents abandoned me. You know, went on an extended vacation and forgot I existed, but that's not the case, and it's just shaken everything up. My mom has been in and out of rehab the entire time, and she had no idea my dad wasn't here. She had a bit of a meltdown when I told her he left when she did, and I could tell she was really shocked." I stop and see if maybe he has something to say about what I've told him, but he strokes my hair in silence, listening closely to me.
"We're working on our shit. She wants us to have a completely open policy so there aren't any secrets, but I know there are some things I just can't tell her, like about my uncle." Also, even though her absence wasn’t really her fault, I carry a little bit of resentment toward her.
He nods along with what I'm saying. “Just so you know, I don't care what you tell her,” he says, a teasing edge to his words.
"What? About us?"
He nods. "Yeah, about us."
"I've pretty much already told her everything she needs to know, other than you just fucked me ten ways from Sunday," I retort.
Finn bites his bottom lip to, I assume, stop himself from giving me a cocky smile. He grabs my ass and pulls me against him, "That wasn't me fucking you ten ways from Sunday. I was going easy on you, Princess. I'm not giving you the full buffet when you've never sampled the appetizer." He presses his lips to mine and gives me one of his knee-weakening kisses that makes me want to rip off his clothes and give my body to him again. "When you recover from the cock pounding I just gave you, I'll be giving you the full buffet."
"Be still my beating heart," I mumble against his lips before he grants me another kiss. "Aren't you a real Prince Charming?"
"I’m quite the opposite of royalty. I'm the evil beast the King and Queen build towers to keep their princesses away from."
“Damn right, you are." I grin at his analogy, comparing my family to the royal family. "You should probably go before they get here," I say, feeling like a huge bitch for asking him to leave.
Anger dominates his features. "Are you embarrassed of me?" He's offended and he withdraws his arms from me.
Immediately, I regret my words, I hate this. I don't want to hurt him or upset him, but I have to deal with the situation, mainly Ryleigh, without a huge blow up. Finn’s presence would just fuel the fire.
"No, of course not!" I say, my voice slightly raised. "I'm sorry. It's just Ryleigh. She's like deathly scared of you and your friends. She thinks you're a menace to society and I'm just trying to keep the peace. She already put me on blast all over Facebook."
The anger lessens in his eyes, but it seems to transfer to protectiveness.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
I haven't told him what Ryleigh said on Facebook about his fight with Duncan and me being the voice of reason.
"After your fight with Duncan, I'm guessing a lot of people were asking her what was going on because she's my friend. She made this post saying how you're a horrible person and I'm... delusional if I think otherwise," I explain.
He looks pissed, but I know it's not at me. It's at Ryleigh for upsetting me. This was all before the incident with my uncle and before he came out to me about all the horrible things he's done.
Turns out, Ryleigh was right, but it was harsh for her to do it all over social media. Why didn't she just text me or talk to me?
"Is this your redheaded friend?" he asks, his voice tense.
"Um, yeah. Why?"
"Figures." He ignores the question, instead of answering, he presses a kiss to my forehead. "I'll see you later, babe."
I open my mouth to respond, but Finn is already strolling away. We aren't fighting, so why does it feel like it? Why does him walking away feel like his departure is permanent? Logically, I know it’s not. We already talked about us and we're good, but the insecure part of me wants to run to him and beg him not to leave. It's stupid. He has to go to his job, and I can't be that clingy girl, no matter how much I never want to let him go.
I'm trying to relax on the couch after taking some Advil. I have a bag of frozen peas under my butt and a heating pad on my uterus. The blanket over my lap hides it all as Nyla, Willow, and Ryleigh step inside.
Usually, Ryleigh is bubbly, but not today. She seems on high alert as she looks around like a scared puppy about to get jumped.
"Hey, girl, hey!" Nyla calls as she walks in, a big smile on her face.
"Where the heck have you been!" Willow cries before throwing her arms around me. "The word is you got suspended. How can they suspend you when you weren't even involved in the fight? You broke it up!" Willow is pissed about the whole thing and it feels good having this support.
She stands from our hug while Nyla takes a seat beside me and Ryleigh stands awkwardly in the doorway, unable to look at me.
"Oh, that's not why I got suspended," I say.
Willow and Nyla stare at me, surprised.
"Well, why then?" Nyla pushes.
"Because Principal Jordan was being unfair. I wasn't pissed that he suspended Finn, but that he was letting Duncan walk without any punishment at all. Finn was involved in the fight, but Duncan started it."
Nyla and Willow nod along with what I'm saying, but Ryleigh suddenly breaks her silence and slams her hands on her hips.
"Oh, I'm sure O'Reilly did nothing to provoke him," Ryleigh sarcastically remarks, which earns her a silent room, and a scowl from both Willow and Nyla.
"Fuck, Ry! You promised!" Nyla curses, breaking the silence.
"I'm sorry. I can't hold my tongue and sit by as Francine gets all daydreamy about the town psychopath. It's fucking disgusting." Then, she turns her judgmental eyes to me, secrets thinly veiled in their depths.
I've never noticed before, but something about Finn affects her deep down in a negative way. There's some trauma she hasn't dealt with, much less told us about.
"What are you going to do, Franny? Are you going to start paying his bail, too? Give out excuses for why he's a pathetic waste of space? You're better than being friends with someone like him."
I stand and put my hands on my hips, showing my seriousness. "What has he done that you deem so horrible?" I say.
Ryleigh goes to open her mouth, but I don't give her a chance.
"I don’t want to hear some rumor, I want something you saw yourself. I want honesty. If you're going to talk trash about Finn, you better have receipts. Don't piss on my parade because you have personal issues with him when he's done nothing to you. It might not matter to you, but Finn is there for me when I need him.
"Who came and rescued me when I was having my horrible nightmare on the beach? Finn. Who got in a fight and got suspended for fighting Duncan when he grabbed me after cheating on me with Gloria fucking Santos—"
Willow gasps loudly. "That fucking asshole—"
"Finn, that's who. So yeah, I'll stand by him and defend him. Yes, I'll cover for him and pay his bail if he needs it because he's been there for me more than any person ever has, and that means something to me.”
I take a deep breath and continue with my tirade. It feels good to release these feelings. "What's your issue with him, anyway? Because he's a fucking O'Reilly? Newsflash, we have a fucking O'Reilly on the dance team, and you still hang out with her. I see you do it every fucking day in the halls," I nearly yell at her. I'm so frustrated with her attitude.
If she has a problem with Finn, she has a problem with me. If she knew what I did, she would definitely have a problem with me.
"On our dance team? Bullshit! Who?" Nyla asks, disbelief and anger across her face.
"Not my place to say, but all you need to know is she's the nicest, sweetest girl, and she's Finn's sister."
I'm not going to tell them who Sorcha is in front of Ryleigh. She might put her on blast, and I don't want that. Sorcha doesn't need that drama. She may not be hiding that Finn is her brother but announcing it might cause her some issues.
"Franny—" Ryleigh starts, a panicked voice like she thinks I know something I shouldn't. What the hell did I say that's messing with her?
"Just save it, okay? I care about Finn and that's all that should matter to you as my friend. If it doesn't, then you're not my friend."
This is her defining moment. Either she's with me or she's not a true friend.
Instead of saying anything at all, with tears in her eyes, Ryleigh turns and runs out the door, slamming it behind her.
"Well, that was perplexing and anticlimactic," Nyla groans.
"Would this be a good time to mention that she drove us?" Willow mutters.
I can't help myself. I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach, as I ease myself back onto the frozen bag.
"Are you sitting on a bag of frozen peas?" Willow asks with confusion.
Suddenly, Nyla gasps loudly before grinning like a clown. "You did it?! O. M. Gee!"
I start blushing when I realize Nyla figured out why I'm sitting upon a frozen throne. The memory of Finn on top of me, holding me down by my throat as he rams his big cock deeper inside me, races through my mind. Damn, I’m going to have to change my underwear.
He wasn't exaggerating at all. The whole experience was incredibly addicting, and I can't wait for us to do that again.
Maybe I'll wait until I'm no longer sore.
"We did," I admit with a big grin across my face.
"When?" Nyla presses.
"Today," I say as I flush with heat while remembering.
"Can we back up and start at the beginning? I have no idea what you are talking about. Are you hiding something from me?" Willow pouts as she flips her flat ironed brown hair over her shoulder.
"I'm not hiding. A lot has been going on. I haven't seen either of you since the thing at the beach—"
"Yeah, what was that, anyway? You scared the hell out of us," Willow presses.
I take a deep breath and tell them everything, leaving out the minor part about stuffing a baseball bat down my uncle’s throat. No one needs to know about that. Just me and Finn.
Willow stares at me in shock while Nyla grins like I've made all of her dreams come true.
"You have PTSD?" Willow asks with shock.
I frown at what her mind sticks on. "Yes. I'm sorry I never told you. I just didn't want to accept it or have other people know, but now everyone does."
"Babe, we would never judge you. PTSD isn't something you should be embarrassed about. We were so scared Duncan hurt you. You were freaking out, and he was standing there like he didn't know what to do," Nyla explains as she supportively rubs my back.
"I know. Finn was the first person I told. He's been very supportive and understanding. He helps with my trauma. He makes me feel safe, and he's overprotective, so he can be a little overwhelming," I admit with a soft smile.
