Beyond Addiction (23 page)

The pulsing of his cock made her clench around him. A little harder and she could have sent herself tripping after him—but she couldn’t bring herself to give up the moment of quiet abandon. So she held him close, pressed her lips to his ear, and relished the way his heart beat so hard she could feel it through the wall of his chest.

After a moment, he freed one hand from her body and groped at the wall next to them. Light sparked to life over their heads, near-blinding after the darkness, but Finn didn’t let her hide from it. He tilted her chin up, his gaze sweeping over her face. “Is that what you wanted?”

He was staring at her like she couldn’t be real, like she’d vanish into smoke at any moment—and like he wasn’t done with her, not even close. “Yes.”

“Good.” He was still seated deep, every flex of his hips shivering through her as he pulled away from the door and turned. His gaze swept past her, taking in the full size of the room and the contents of the cluttered shelves. One of his eyebrows edged up. “The prop room, huh? Any of this yours?”

“Some. Why, you want to see another dance?”

He lowered her carefully to the floor and spun her to face the room. “Show me.”

There was the sequined red corset she’d commissioned for her very first act, and the dozen diaphanous scarves she’d used for her second. Shoes, jewelry, even an antique rhinestone-studded headpiece from Las Vegas that she’d tried and judged too heavy.

But she knew what he’d really want to see, so she walked to the open wardrobe in the corner and pulled out the hanger with her long strings of faux pearls. “These are mine.”

He caught one strand and let them slide through his fingers. “And what do you do with these, baby?”

“I dance in them.” The strands clicked as she wiggled the hanger. “Nothing but heels and pearls. You’d be surprised how well that goes over.”

His hand closed, dragging the pearls closer and leaving her with the choice to either release them or get drawn into the circle of sudden intensity. “Not anymore. These are for me.”

She held on. “Why?”

He frowned, and she could see him struggling for the words, frustration mounting in his eyes.

It made her chest ache. “Because you want it,” she whispered, releasing the hanger, and the pearls dropped to hang from his clenched hand. “That’s all you have to say.”

He curled his free hand around the back of her neck and stepped close, backing her against the wardrobe door. “I’m trying to learn to share you. Maybe it’ll be easier if some stuff’s just mine.”

She stilled his words with one finger over his lips. “Put them on me, Finn.”

He smiled and looped the first one over her head. It settled across her shoulders, trapping her hair against her skin, and swung down between her breasts to hang just shy of her belly button. The next one was longer, the cool edges of the fake pearls tickling low on her abdomen.

“Hold out your arms,” he murmured, fingering the next strand.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized what he meant, and she stretched out both arms in front of her, crossing them at the wrists.

He was so gentle, teasing the pearls over her skin and around her wrists without pulling them tight. Not at first, not until he’d rubbed the silky-smooth edges up and down her arms. This strand was the second longest, looping around and around until she was trapped in a cage that clicked with every movement.

Then he left her to watch as he wrapped the last strand around his hand a few times, those wide, blunt fingers caressing it suggestively while his gaze drifted down her body. “You haven’t come yet, have you, baby?”

Oh, God.
“No.”

“Do you want to?”

“Christ, yes.”

“Do you need to?”

She swayed toward him. “I need
you
.”

“Good.” He lowered his head, letting his lips almost,
almost
brush hers. But when she reached to kiss him, he smiled and stayed just out of reach. “Lift your arms.”

Trix obeyed with a moan. “Tease.”

“Maybe.” With the last strand still looped around his hand, he ran the backs of his fingers down the center of her chest. “What are the chances someone’s gonna walk into this closet and find you riding my fingers?”

Pretty damn good, actually—and, judging from the arousal in his eyes, exactly what he wanted to hear. So she told him, enunciating every word carefully. “They might just stay and watch.”

“Yeah?” His meandering caress slipped along the curve of her breast. When he reached the tip, he took his time, working the tight rows of pearls back and forth across her nipple until it was pinched between them. He snagged the long trailing edge with his other hand and rubbed it over her hip. “Do you miss that?”

The words barely penetrated the haze of pleasure. “What, being watched?”

“Being with them.” Lower, lower... She shuddered as he worked his fingers over her pussy, worked her open, those damn pearls still trapped between his skin and her body and rubbing against her in caresses as intoxicating as his words. “You can ride me anywhere you want. In a closet, at a party, on the damn stage.”

She swallowed a shocked noise, but she couldn’t stop her hips from bucking into his touch. “You’d—you’d do that?”

He caught her gaze as his fingertips ghosted so close to her clit—and froze. “I’d do anything.”

She couldn’t move, and she couldn’t look away from his eyes—dark, intent. Serious. He meant every word.

No holding back. No limits.

He didn’t relinquish her gaze, not even as he sank to his knees and coaxed her thighs wider. Not even as he stroked that final, taunting strand of pearls lower, gathering plenty of her own slick arousal before slowly working them into her.

The cool beads massaged her inner walls, moving in different directions all at once, and the shock of it dragged another moan from her throat.

His fingers retreated. Returned, pushing still more sensation before them. Not enough to stretch her the way his cock had, but it was a different sort of fullness, one that drove her closer to the edge of release without letting her fall.

“I could do this all night,” he rumbled, his breath teasingly close to her pussy as he worked the next few inches of the strand into her. “Play with you. Watch you get high on me.”

It sounded like torture—and it sounded like heaven. “
Finn
.”

His fingers thrust into her again. She was so full now, her legs trembling as he crooked his fingers, just a little, and set off a brief jolt of fire. “I went by that shop, you know. The one with the leather...and all the other things. I could get used to some of this high-class, kinky fucking.”

The very thought was enough to make her fidget, but shifting her hips even the slightest bit set off another jolt strong enough to make her shudder. “What did you like there? I’ll fucking buy it tomorrow, I swear.”

“Shh.” One more rocking thrust of his fingers and his gaze finally dropped from hers. She’d never been this exposed before, laid bare as he parted her and stared as if her swollen, aroused flesh was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.

Then he met her eyes again, and she knew his last filter had been stripped away. He licked one thumb and settled it over her clit, rubbing in slow, deadly circles. “I want you to wear these with that blue dress next time. The one with all those damn lacy layers.”

Her blue dress with the polka dots. Her mind filed it away with surreal serenity, considering her trembling limbs and galloping pulse.

“No panties,” he added with a sudden, wicked grin. “Nothing underneath it but you, so when I bend you over my lap, it’s just all those ruffles and your perfect damn ass.”

She had to drop her bound hands to his head to steady herself. “Say it.”

The wariness was in his eyes. The fear of scaring her, of hurting her. But he said it anyway, letting the words fall between them with the hoarseness of a man letting go. “I want to spank you. And I want it to get you wet.”

The one thing he needed above all others—her pleasure. “It will.”

His eyelids drooped. He lifted his thumb, licked her taste from it, and returned with a firmer touch. “I want to work these pearls into you again, until you’re on the edge, just like this.”

The knot of pleasure wound tighter, dangerously close to an ache now. But she held back, because she needed to hear more. Every delicious detail.

He rose slowly, catching her wrists and pressing them up above her head. His other hand cupped her pussy, his palm firmly possessive and torturous against her slick, swollen flesh. Holding her gaze, he curled two fingers inside her, setting off a dangerous wobble in her knees.

The pearls shifted. His fingers crooked, rubbing them inside her with slow precision until he found the spot that stole her breath and arched her spine.

Smiling, Finn pressed the heel of his hand against her clit. His voice dropped to a whisper, as if he’d saved the most illicit part for last. “And then I’ll take the one thing I missed the most after I lost you. The thing I regretted not doing all the damn time.”

He didn’t give her a chance to ask. He showed her by capturing her lips in a kiss so painfully gentle, her brain stuttered. For a moment, she couldn’t process the dichotomy of that sweet, hungry kiss versus the firm, demanding movements of his fingers inside her.

Then his tongue touched hers, and everything snapped into place. She fell into his kiss as the first waves of orgasm broke through her, and he swallowed her rough, helpless cry as it continued to build.

He was so sweet. So gentle. So
brutal
. After so long on edge, her entire body shuddered under the force of release, and he kept pace with it, pushing her higher so that the first wild rush of release broke open into a second, rougher climax.

Her knees buckled, and he braced her weight with one arm around her body. He dragged her side against his chest, his renewed erection grinding against her hip, but even that didn’t buy her mercy. He thrust his fingers harder, and he groaned in her ear. “You can take more, can’t you?”

“Fuck—” Her breath caught on a sob. She couldn’t, she just
couldn’t
. “Don’t stop—”

He bit her jaw and somehow pushed a third finger inside her. Along with the pearls, it should have been uncomfortable, even painful, but all Trix knew was pleasure—blazing, blinding. Transcendent.

Vaguely, she realized they were moving, sinking. When she opened her eyes, she was on the floor, on Finn’s lap. He made a soothing noise against her cheek as he eased the pearls from her body. “Next time, we do this on a bed.”

“If we can get to one.” The words came out sounding slurred and far away as blood rushed in her ears.

“No shit.” He tossed the strand of beads aside and slid a gentle hand between her thighs. “You so much as twitch your finger at me, and my self-control goes to hell.”

“Good.” She was oversensitized, like one giant nerve laid bare to his touch, but she didn’t jerk away. He would always be more careful with her than he would with himself. “I like you that way.”

“You better, because my dick hasn’t recovered this fast in years.” But even though she could feel the hard heat of him against her ass, he didn’t make any move to get in her. Just kept up his slow, soothing caress.

Trix fought a smile. “Finn?”

“Mmm?”

“We’re not done yet.”

His fingertip grazed her clit with the softest pressure. “We can be, if you’re wrung out.”

Sated, exhausted, but none of that mattered when he touched her. Arousal unfurled in her belly again, licking through her like flames.

She shifted on his lap, easing up until she could wrap her legs around his hips. She settled with her bound arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest.

Finn curled his hands around her waist and lifted. So slow. So careful. He pushed into her one agonizing inch at a time, his muscles tense with the effort.

It felt like coming home.

Trix buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder and held on as he rocked her slow and steady, guiding her to roll her hips at a pace that had to be torturous when he was so hard inside her. But he didn’t hurry her, just spread both hands wide on her back and groaned. “We’ll never be done.”

Four years and a world of distance hadn’t stopped them from winding up right here at this very moment. He’d thought she was
dead
, and that hadn’t stopped him from picking her up when she’d stumbled back into his life.

Nothing would stop him, and she needed to hear it so badly that her throat ached. “Say it,” she whispered against his skin. “Just once.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, low and rough. “I’ll never leave you.”

She moaned and turned her head to find his mouth, open and searching. He kissed her as their gentle rocking sped, as his hands slipped down to grip her hips. He lifted her a little quicker each time, brought her down a little harder—but it was still careful. Still
loving
.

Finn used words to distract or deflect, but he used his body when it mattered. He wasn’t making love to her. He was declaring it, swearing it, showing it with every kiss and lick and bite and thrust.

A slower climb, but just as high, just as fierce. She clenched her hands in his hair and pulled as her shivers of pleasure turned into a full-body tremble.

He kissed her throat. Buried his face against it and groaned. “Come with me. I need to feel you this time.”

Her skin burned and her heart pounded. She was tense, so tense, everything drawn tight. Then Finn shifted her hips, dragged her down into a thrust harder than the others, and she shattered.

He clamped a hand over her mouth, letting her scream her release against his palm as he shuddered and groaned his own. His forehead fell to hers, his hand caught between their lips, muffling their panted breaths.

The door slammed open, and Jeni walked in. “Oh, shit.” She squeezed her eyes shut and backed up, only to run into the doorframe. “Fuck, sorry. Shit, I’m sorry—”

Finn let his hand fall away with a choked laugh. “Damn it.”

“
Fuck
,” Jeni said again.

She sounded so mortified, almost scandalized. Trix couldn’t help but laugh. “No, we’re finished, thanks.”