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Authors: Clarissa Wild
Doing It Risqué (New Adult Erotic Romance) Book 2
Doing It Risqué
Clarissa Wild
Published by Clarissa Wild at Amazon KDP Select
Copyright 2013 Clarissa Wild
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WARNING: This story contains hot, explicit sex and erotic scenes, M/F. For 18+ adults only.
Sleeping in the same bed as Finn Wood felt like heaven and it was the first night in years that I actually dreamed of being loved. It was a hot dream, one I would remember for a long time, and made me horny the moment I woke up.
The smell of fried bacon and eggs drifted through the air and entered my nose when I yawned, quelling my libido. My stomach growled. Saliva built up on my tongue and I threw the blanket off me and sprung out of the creaking bed.
I combed my hair with my fingers and looked in the mirror. I was a giant mess; mascara smeared all over my face, my hair pointed upward like a crooked broom and my eyes were swollen from sleeping with make-up.
My eyes widened and I jolted to my suitcase to fetch a brush, a cloth with some cleaning lotion and a special serum for thick eyes. I smeared the cream all over my eyes after I cleaned it with a cloth and then ran the brush through my hair as quick as I could, because I heard Finn’s footsteps coming closer.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, walking into the room with a frying pan in his hand. “Or should I say good morning, your Grace?” He chuckled.
I laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “Smells delicious.”
“That’s because it is. Thought I’d surprise you.” He scurried back to the kitchen, dressed in only boxers, his
member bulging through the fabric. I swallowed, looking at his tight butt, the cut muscles of his legs and his shoulder blades sticking out of the muscular mass.
He’s even more handsome than yesterday.
“It’s almost ready,” Finn said and pointed at the couch. “Sit down. I don’t have a table yet, sorry. Just moved here, so it’ll have to do.”
“It’s fine, I can eat with a plate on my lap,” I said and sat down on the stained sofa. I looked around at his apartment, which was kind of dirty and messy and wasn’t decorated. Shoes, building material and clothes were lying around all over the place and there was one big, old television across the sofa.
Finn placed toast on two plates, put the bacon on top and plopped some eggs to the side. It wasn’t the most scrumptious looking meal, at least, not what I was used to back at my house where the chefs cooked four star meals for me and my father, but he made it and that was all that mattered. Finn tried his best to please me and that was kind of funny, considering he was trying to get rid of me yesterday. Now he was practically wooing me.
He sat down next to me and gave me the other plate. “Here ya go. Hope you enjoy. Tried my best.”
“Thanks,” I said and looked at the plate in front of me. My stomach churned and squeezed together, causing me to feel nauseous. I recognized the feeling. I always had this when I felt insecure about what I ate. My food was the only thing I could control in my life, with my father deciding everything I was and did, so I was kind of addicted to the feeling of knowing exactly what I ate. I also decided I wanted to lose some weight ever since I started working at a prestige fashion store where only skinny bitches could wear the most awesome outfits. I wanted to be one of them.
“Eat,” Finn said.
I gulped down a piece of toast with a bit of trouble and nibbled on a piece of bacon.
Having Finn cook for me, made it impossible to measure my intakes and it made me feel uncomfortable. Especially now that his eyes were on me, watching me like I was some kind of weirdo.
“What?” I said, taking a tiny bite of eggs.
“Any reason why you’re taking bites the size of peanuts?”
I flushed. “I don’t know … I just … don’t like eating too much.”
“Why not? Don’t you like it? I have something else for ya if you want. Cereal or something.”
“No, no, this is fine. It’s good.”
“Well come on then, eat some more.” Finn reached for my toast and took it, then pushed it into my mouth. He laughed. With that flat bread pressed between my lips I must’ve looked like a duck.
I took another bite and placed it back down, then watched him eat. Finn just gobbled everything up like a bulldozer, shoving it into his mouth, chewing a couple of times, before swallowing a whole mouth full of food.
I placed the plate in my hands on the table behind the couch, hoping he wouldn’t notice. I wasn’t hungry anymore. Nerves took a hold on my insides.
“Why aren’t you eating?” he asked.
I almost jolted up and down. “Oh, um … I’m just not that hungry.”
The growl in my stomach grew louder and Finn’s eyes drifted down to my belly.
“I heard that loud and clear, you know,” he said.
I sighed, folded my arms close to my chest and looked away.
He set his plate down on the table and gently took my chin between his fingers. “Grace …” Finn turned my face toward him. Now I was forced to look into his compassionate eyes and it was hard to withhold the tears.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” he said. “Why don’t you eat?”
“I … I just can’t. Every bite makes me think I get fat.”
“What?” Finn stared at me, his eyes big.
“It’s the only thing that’s mine to control, Finn. Only what I eat. I want to look thin. Otherwise I can’t fit into nice clothes anymore.”
“Grace.” Finn gripped my arms. “Are you nuts? Why do you want to lose more weight? You’re already skinny to the bone.”
“Because … I don’t know … It just crept into my mind, somewhere along the line.”
Finn pulled me closer and embraced me, my head lying on his buffed chest. “You’re fine just the way you are, Grace.”
We sat across from each other on the couch, just hugging, and I whimpered softly.
“But you think I’m pretty?” I asked in between sobs.
He nudged me forward and I looked up into his emerald eyes. “Of course, but you need to stop thinking about it and just enjoy some food, alright? We’ll work on getting you to love eating again,” he said, and he brushed away a strand of blonde hair from my face.
I wiped away a tear and he smiled at me. “As a matter of fact, I think you’re beautiful.”
Finn leaned in for a kiss. His rugged lips massaged mine with respect, as if he was afraid to break me. I felt stronger with every brush, the titillating kisses gave me energy I’d never felt before, not even with the lovers I’d previously had. Finn was different. He actually cared for me instead of just my money.
My fingers trailed up along his pectorals and entwined behind his broad neck. I twirled my finger around in the bristles of his dark brown hair. His kisses became rougher and more powerful, while his calloused fingers drifted across my spine. Caressing down toward my ass, he squeezed the flaps. I laughed in his mouth, but he took the opportunity to push his tongue inside and circled around mine.
I looked down at his tumescent bump.
He’s already getting hard!
He came closer and closer, forcing me backward, so I was leaning with my elbows on the couch. One of his muscular hands gripped the backside of the couch, his veins clearly visible and the size of his big hands made me feel overpowered by him. It was arousing.
I peeked up and gazed at his boxers. The bulge in the thin cotton grew larger and thumped up and down when he looked at my eyes.
“Sorry, Grace, you just do that to me.”
I giggled. “Don’t apologize. It’s the same for me.”
He grunted, nibbling my earlobe. I moaned and it only made him groan louder and plant his kisses more violently. He pushed me until I flopped down on the couch. Finn’s arm was under me, his other hand caressed my cheek, while he fervently kissed me.
“You’re so beautiful; I can’t keep my hands off you. I hope you realize that.”
I smiled, Finn sucked on my lip. “But since you thought otherwise, I guess I’ll have to convince you,” he said.
He trailed rugged kisses from my neck to my sternum. I felt the bump in his boxers graze my thong, but the skin was so sensitive, my clit pulsed from it.
His fingers moved from my face down to my boobs and he cupped them, squeezing hard.
“God, you make me so horny,” Finn whispered in my ear.
His thumb skidded across my nipple, hardening it. I could barely notice there was still clothing between us. He licked his lip and then left small kisses right above my nightgown. My body moved along with his mouth, meeting his lips as though inviting him in.
Finn sat straight up on his knees, pulling his arm from underneath me and slid his fingers down the fabric toward my legs. My eyes drifted from his gorgeous emerald eyes and stubbly beard, down to his trained abs and then the bump that tented his underwear. I swallowed.
“Oh, yes, babe. It’s happening,” he said, then bit his lip.
He pushed my legs aside, so one dropped to the floor and the other was beside him, and then he slipped his strong hands underneath my clothes. I whimpered when his fingers grazed the top of my vulva. Finn moved the gown up until my belly button was visible and pushed his thumb right on top of my clit.
I moaned and an animal like growl escaped his mouth. With his other hand he gripped the inside of my thigh, digging his fingers into my skin. His thumb circled around my nub, with the thong still between me and his finger. He slid another finger across my labia, all while fondling with my knob, making me squirm under his touch.
Finn forced my thong aside, exposing my pulsating vagina. He let out a humming sound and licked his lip again, gaping at my private parts, like he was enjoying the sight.
“All mine,” he said and brushed his finger along my clit. I moaned louder and he increased his speed, sliding up and down between my labia. He pushed his thumb inside my pussy, making me squeal.
“Oh, you’re so wet, Grace.” Finn cupped some fingers close to the entrance and smeared my moisture all over the place. “Feel it.” He released my thigh from his grip and grasped for my hand. He urged it closer, and then gently rubbed my vagina with my own fingers. I closed my eyes, enjoying the weird feeling of having someone else touch me with my soft fingers.
He pulled my hand away and my eyes jerked open again. Finn brought my wet index finger to his lips,
and then sucked on it, groaning. “Yum.”
“Finn, you’re hot when you talk dirty, you know?” I said and chuckled.
“Thanks, I know it turns you on,” he said, flashing his eyebrows up and down.
I laughed, but then he hooked his fingers under my thong and ripped it apart, catching me by surprise. What an animal. I loved it.
With my elbows I pushed myself up and jerked down his boxers in one go. His massive glory was set free, bobbing up and down, a tiny speck of white, sticky pre cum dripping from the tip.
Finn reached for the table, d
rove his hand into a pot and fished out a packet of magnum condoms.
I swear, he has them lying everywhere.
I chuckled. He ripped one open and rolled it over his cock.
Looking at
him stroking his own member, my clit was fluttering and I needed pleasure, now.
I pushed myself up from under his weight and sat up on my knees, meeting his gaze.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I shoved him forward, so he flopped down on the couch. I crept closer to him and he stared in disbelief. “Grace?” His eyebrows arched.
“I want to ride you,” I said and opened my legs before climbing on top of him.
A sly smile appeared on his face and he groaned when I brushed the tip of his dick along my pussy.
“Okay, but I warn you, if you sit on top, I’ll go in deep and hard and it might hurt a little,” Finn said, dragging me closer, so he could pull my nightgown over my head and finger my nipples.
“I think can handle it,” I said. “I’ve already felt you inside me once, and now I want more.”
With that, I circled my hole over his penis and then dipped down. Moaning, I slid his shaft inside me, enjoying the full length of his cock until it reached the painful point. I loved the feeling of having him fill me up whole, while I gazed into his fierce eyes, seemingly having trouble focusing because of sheer pleasure.
I moved up and down, spreading my moist all over his rock hard dick and then some. He grunted, grasping my hipbone tight, while pinching one of my nipples.
“God, Finn, you’re huge!” I yelped.
Finn chortled, his voice low and hoarse. “All for you babe, take it!” Finn moved with me, rhythmically pounding his shaft deeper into me. I hung my arms around his neck, letting my breasts bounce against his face, but he didn’t mind. Instead, he suckled on my nipples, one after the other, clutching my boobs between his firm fingers.
I moaned and a high pitched sound came from my mouth each time our hips crashed into each other. The neighbors could probably hear me scream, but I didn’t care. This was sexy as hell and Finn made me feel gorgeous.
I was riding him like nothing else mattered. His cock stroked my insides, pulsating against my walls, making my muscles clamp up. I felt the heat rising, warming my core. Sweat drops trickled down his forehead and he was breathing heavily, so I knew he wasn’t far from an orgasm.
I gyrated my hips on top of him, gratifying myself with his thick pole that slammed inside me with increasing speed. I leaned backward and Finn held me in one arm, while he moved the other down to my vulva. His thumb circled my clit again, making me moan, all while thrusting his big dick inside.
