Finn's Shot (Eden's Odyssey Book 1) (13 page)

As the first fingers graze
the damp strip of satin between her legs she lets out a whimper of need and
wiggles until there’s more contact. I’m about to plunge two fingers inside when
I hear a throat clear and open my eyes to a room full of people ogling us like
we’re in one of the scene rooms.

She’s oblivious as she
whispers against my lips, “Come on, Baby. Touch me. Fingers inside me,” she
pants.  

“Babe.” At the stern tone of
my voice she pulls back and catches the look on my face.

“Audience.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I got
carried away.” She tries to release her legs but I just hold her tighter.

I surprise her by asking, “Is
a scene room open?”

She leans back. The look of
shock emanating from her is like a laser beam. “Um. I don’t know. There was one
a little while ago. Why?” Her brows draw together.  

“Because I’m willing to take
the edge off in one if you’d like. I can’t fuck you in front of all these
people, but we can play.”

Her expression changes and
her eyes light up right before she shuts it down. “Why? I know you don’t like
it.” 

“Because I know you do and
the more I thought about it the more I’m willing to try little things. We’ve
already started giving them a show it might as well happen right now.”

I graze her damp thong strip
again and she grinds against me. Her eyes search mine for several long seconds
before she says, “Let’s go see if it’s still open.”

I don’t put her down I turn
and maneuver through the crowd and down the hall. The club is packed tonight so
I’m dodging people left and right.

We get to the second room and
she announces, “Still open. Are you sure?”

Instead of answering her with
words I fasten my lips to hers and buck my hips a little so she’ll feel the steel
of my cock as it bumps against her. I set her down inside the room and she
turns on the lamp on a side table next to a plush brown sofa. There’s a fabric
covered ottoman in front of the couch she directs me to so that I’m sideways to
the mirror. Before I sit she jerks off my jacket and tosses it on the couch,
then she unbuttons my shirt and pushes it over my shoulders. It catches on the
cuff links at my wrists so I take those off and sets them next to the lamp. Slowly
she pushes the white undershirt up over my abs and chest planting little kisses
as she exposes bare skin. Once it’s removed her fingernails scratch their way
from my bare chest down over my pecks and abs until she reaches the waist band
of my slacks. She unhooks them and shoves them down my legs. Going up on tip
toes she pulls my head down by the back of my neck so that our lips meet while
her other hand cups my package with a light squeeze. I glance at the mirror
only to see us reflected back. If I block out what I know is on the other side
of the mirror, I can do this. I know it’s something she wants and I’m willing
to give my beautiful Darcy anything her heart desires.

“Are you okay? Are you sure
you want to do this?” she whispers in my ear so only I can hear. I pause for a
second. Long enough for her to read my reserve.

Boldly she says out loud, “It’s
just me and you baby. No one else is in the room in this moment but me and you.
It’s been eight long days since I had your cock in my mouth, your seed coating
the back of my throat. Give that to me, baby. Keep your eyes on me as I take
you down.” Her thumb brushes the head of my dick currently pushing out of the
waistband of my boxes and I shudder at the contact. Eight days doesn’t sound
like long but when your woman looks like her and fucks like a porn star you
miss every second you’re away from her.

My chest is heaving with the ridiculous
amount of control I’m having to exhibit. I want to throw her on that couch so
bad and drill into her as she screams my name that I’m afraid I might do it. I
know deep down I’ll hate myself after so I have to maintain some control.

I reach around her waist and
pull her sweater over head and toss it to the couch. Then I trace a light
finger along the swell of her breasts.

“I want to come right here. I
want to mark you so everyone on the other side of that mirror knows you’re
mine.”  

Her head falls back as she
hisses, “Yes. Do it.”

Planting her hand in the
middle of my chest she shoves a little so I’m against the chesterfield as she
tugs my boxer briefs down to my ankles and she commands, “Sit and spread your legs.”

I do what she says allowing
my knees to fall open as she kneels between them with a wicked look in her
eyes.

Having his manhood in my tiny
hands, the soft velvet feel of his skin is a turn on in and of itself. I tug
and squeeze as a thick dribble of pre-come leaks out. Not one to waste, I softly
swipe it with my tongue cleaning the head. A small groan sounds from above me
so I shift my focus from the rock hard cock in my grasp to his eyes as I lower
my lips over the fiery flesh and bob my head repeatedly taking a little more
down each time until he hits the back of my throat. I swear there’s an electric
current running through his eyes as he studies my every movement. His hands
stroke my hair and glide down my jaw and drop back to his lap. I withdraw my
mouth and flick my tongue along the underside of the head knowing how sensitive
it is.

With my other hand I reach
back up and under to grasp his whole sack in my hand with a light squeeze. His
hips thrust forward so I swallow him again. His eyes are closed and he’s lost
to the sensation. I slide down easily as my saliva coats the length of him and
suck hard as I slide back up. I can feel his balls draw closer to his body with
every stroke of my mouth so I dip down below and pull one into my mouth,
running my tongue along the taut flesh as I jerk him off. His thigh muscles
clench so tight I fear he’s going to snap. Feeling frisky, I test his reserve with
a low hum and watch for a reaction. He doesn’t disappoint, his mouth drops open
right before he shouts, “Oh, fuck, Darcy!” I switch my attention to the other
one and repeat the process. This time he chants, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I move back to his shaft and
begin a relentless rhythm gripping my hand around the base of his cock as I bob
up and down. I watch as all of his features grow tighter while I increase the
suction. Right before he blows, he taps my head and I lean back offering up my
red lace covered breasts. His milky cream lands in hot spurts along the plump
flesh of my chest, some of it dripping over the lace. I watch fascinated as the
white rolls down over the red, bisecting the color. He grabs the box of tissue
on the end of the couch and cleans me up.

Once he’s completed the task
of cleaning me he grips me under my arms and flips me to the couch on my back.
He arranges one leg bent at the knee against the back of the couch and one over
his shoulder and flips the bottom of my short skirt up to my waist. My thong is
ripped from my body and tossed aside before he trails calloused fingers over my
bare flesh and parts the folds in a tender motion. Instead of starting with
fingers he dips his face down and pushes his tongue into my wet flesh. I arch
against the feeling and cry out with need. He drills me with his tongue until
he strokes up higher and dances around my clit, holding me down so I can’t
squirm.

“If you want it baby, you
have to tell me. I’m not giving you something unless you ask for it tonight.
Now put your hands inside your bra and roll your nipples with those expert
fingers. Don’t stop.”

“Finn.” It’s a plea to have
mercy on me, I’m ready.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to eat my pussy.
Need you to. Please.” I implore. The tears are building from need, from
frustration, from overwhelming lust. “I need your tongue on my clit.”

He latches on to my clit with
his strong lips and flicks several times with his tongue before he pulls away.

“Like that?” he asks, but the
smug look on his face reveals that he already knows it’s exactly what I want.

“Yes, like that yes. Don’t
stop,” I wheeze.

I spread my legs wider as he separates
my lips further and goes back to work. It’s only a few minutes later that I’m
screaming loud enough for the whole club to hear his name. He stays buried
against me, pushing me to my absolute limits. When my body is limp with
satisfaction, he pulls my skirt back down and lowers my leg to the floor. Then
he tugs his boxers and pants back up over his hips and crawls up on the couch
to kiss and nuzzle me until I’m ready to move again. We spend the next few
minutes whispering little things to each other that don’t matter to the rest of
the world, but mean everything to us.

When I finally admit, “I need
a drink,” he helps me up and I shuffle my sweater back on. He holds my hand as
I lead us out of the room.

I’m completely unprepared for
the sheer number of people who were packed into that space taking in our scene.
Confused I keep following her lead looking from person to person to person
until I come across Bobby.
Fuck.
I forgot he might come here tonight. I
didn’t want him to see that. Instead of some crude remark like he’s known for
he simply grabs my suit coat and says, “That was fucking hot. I see why you
wait to come home. I’m not sure I’d ever leave.” The shock must show on my face
and before I can say anything he punches my arm and fades into the crowd.

I keep moving and next I spot
James. That fucker looks like he’d kill me if he could. I’m tempted to be a
dick and say something about how hot her tight little cunt was tonight but I
don’t want to piss her off. At least I staked my claim in front of all those
douche bags tonight. They’d have to have a serious death wish to try and take
something from a six foot six, two hundred thirty-pound hockey player. A smug
smile spreads across my lips and I keep going. I’m proud as hell of our little
show back there. There’s a lot to be said for this exhibitionist shit.

We head back to the bar where
I order a drink and plant my ass next to Tanisha. She gives me a knowing smile
and winks at me before downing the rest of her drink.

“Tanisha.” I nod. “How’ve you
been?”

“I’m good, Finn. How long are
you in town this time?” Her smile is infectious so I smile back.

“Close to a week. Then I’m gone
for a few days, then back for a few.” I shrug communicating that I’m used to
it.

“That’s a lot of time away.
It’s got to be difficult.”

“Yeah, more so now that I
have Darcy, but I’m going to try to get her to come for a game or two on the
road. I know she can’t be away for long, but maybe we can work it out.”

“I’m sure she’ll figure
something out. As long as you give her some options. Between this place and
Georgia sometimes scheduling can be difficult.”

“I figured. I’ll talk to her
about it tomorrow.”

“So, I have to ask… why are
you always sitting here alone? There are plenty of men looking your way.”

“Honestly, there is one man
I’ve been interested in for awhile. He just doesn’t seem to notice me. I can’t
figure out how to make that happen, but I guess if it was going to happen it
would have. He’s had ample opportunity.” Her eyes drop to her hand still
resting on her empty glass and she chews the inside of her lip like she’s
contemplating something serious.

“Well, I’m not sure he’s
worth your time since it’s obvious he’s blind and obviously stupid.”

“Thanks, Finn.”

“Sometimes men are dense
creatures. We don’t notice what’s right in front of us unless someone else
draws our attention to it.” Many men I know look past what’s right in their
faces until someone else draws attention to it. How anyone has looked passed
Tanisha I have no idea. The woman is built like a brick shit house and has a
smile that lights up the room. Her light cocoa skin is flawless and appears smooth.
She also has a head full or gorgeous hair that hints at a wild side.

“You mean like make him
jealous?” Her chin jerks back. Her voice is incredulous.

“Well not exactly. I think
instead of sitting here waiting for him to notice you that you should go about
your life and look around. Maybe someone has been waiting for you to notice
them. Have a good time, live a little. If this guy is going to notice you it’ll
be while you’re living a little not while you are sitting around waiting. If he
still doesn’t, then he wasn’t meant to be yours anyway. You could do better and
better is probably out there waiting for you to move on. I know it’s hard. I’ve
been there, done that. It’ll at least keep you from going home alone, wondering
what’s wrong with you that he hasn’t come after you yet. There is nothing wrong
with you so I’m thinking he’s an idiot.”

“Thanks. Maybe you’re right.”

“I am, I promise. Do you date
white guys?”

“Um… yeah. Why?” she’s giving
me a what kind of question is that face.

“The guy who invited me here
is single and not looking to get hitched but he’s a decent guy and always up
for a good time. If I hook you up for a date will you go? Not for anything permanent,
just for fun?”

“Are you talking about the
hottie with the short dark hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders, tall guy?”

I chuckle. “Yeah, that’s
Bobby.”

She smiles. “Okay, I’m down
with that. Introduce me or have him call me. Give me your cell and I’ll add my
number.”

As I’m passing her my cell
phone Darcy speaks from behind me, “He’s right you know. There’s nothing wrong
with you. If Charles can’t see that then he’s missing out. Even if you don’t
end up going out with Bobby. Take one of the guys from work up on the offer or
one of the hundreds around here that have shown interest.”

Throwing her hands up in a
gesture of surrender Tanisha replies, “Okay, okay, okay. If he calls, I’ll go
out with him. If someone else asks in the mean time I’ll go out with them, too.
You two are right I shouldn’t be sitting her waiting every night.”