Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three's Company ❯ Le Petit Mort ( Chapter 7 )

 

As Finn told his story, Alice's head came to rest on his shoulder. She alternated between shock and arousal during the story; shock at the bitterness in Finn's voice when he talked about his father and arousal when he talked about Lola and especially when he talked about Stephen. She was so caught up in his story she never noticed Finn's hands.

They'd started off gently rubbing her arms in a calming way.

Now, he was telling her about the time he'd jumped Stephen in his father's study. His breath was hot but not unpleasant on her ear and his hands were on her stomach, rubbing it with slow and steady circles. She noticed but was distracted since she was uneasy about the fact that she had no undies on and could feel her body's juices leaking from between her legs. She squirmed and caused Finn to catch his breath when she inadvertently bumped his crotch.

By the time he got halfway through the bedroom scene, Finn's voice had thickened and she was trying not to pant and failing. It was hard, dammit, to sit and listen to him when she had such a freaking good imagination! Finn's hands tried to soothe her by stroking her stomach, but his right hand started stroking lower and lower until he was almost between her legs. Alice suddenly realized where his hand was straying and grabbed his hand with hers. He snatched it out and grabbed hers, and tried to continue his southward motion with her hand captive in his. She, however, was trying to hold steady at the Mason Dixon line. During the struggle of their right hands, his left hand had gone under her shirt, dismantled her bra and enveloped her left breast. She gasped and slapped her left hand over his, again, trying to keep him from going further.

“Do you trust me?” Stephen was asking Finn in the story, but Finn was also asking her. Did she? If she didn't, it was, like Finn said earlier in the story, too late now. She was alone in a very isolated place with one of his hand on her breast and the other headed toward her…privates. So she must trust him. She turned her head to look at him and met his solemn green gaze. He was telling her it was up to her if she wanted to go further or not. Several things crossed her mind at random.

She was glad her underwear was already off—they weren't her best pair.

If anyone came down to the beach, they wouldn't be able to move fast enough.

Her dress was going to get wet…ter.

What Adam would do if he could see her now?

“He even spread his legs a bit when Ian began playing with his cock.” Finn said, still telling the story. Alice broke eye contact, swallowed and relaxed her grip on his left hand and quit struggling with her right. She heard Finn give a shaky sigh as he paused briefly to press a kiss to her temple before continuing his story.

Alice imagined that he'd pull up her dress and grope, but instead he pushed her dress so that it went between her legs along with their hands. Without underwear, the dress was causing a friction that was both wonderful and painful. The hand under her shirt had come out, cupped her hand and moved them so that they were both under her shirt; both cupping her breast, squeezing and massaging. He's making me touch myself! Her thoughts were panicky only because it felt good! She could feel the heat from her pussy warming her fingers and the moisture beginning to soak through the material of her dress. It wasn't as if she'd never touched her breasts before—self tests for cancer once a month and all, but this…ah God this was so different there was no way to compare. Suddenly—at least it was sudden in her mind, his fingers twisted her nipple on her breast.

”Unh!” Her body jerked involuntarily in response, causing Finn's breath to catch. He then slowly lifted up her dress and slowly stroked her legs on his way back up.

Too damn slow.

Alice grabbed his hand and tried to put it back where she so desperately needed it—between her legs. Later, she'd be embarrassed as hell, but now, she was aching, empty and needed him to make both feelings stop.

“Relax and enjoy,” Finn said hoarsely in her ear. She no longer knew if he was telling the story or talking to her. It didn't even matter because Alice was in sensory overload.

Nothing had prepared her for all this…feeling. Finn's breath was in her ear, still telling a story she had long since been unable to follow; his hands were under her dress and his fingers working their way, without obstruction, inside her. She could feel Finn's body—his cock, hot and hard at her back and it was all she could do to hold on. Her hands were gripping his thighs through his jeans, her nails digging in the material as she forced ragged breaths into her lungs. Her hips moved on their own as Finn's clever fingers moved in and around her pussy causing her to slowly tense up.

“Finn!”

Alice was losing control of her body. She was hot all over and she felt tense, not nervous, but like she was going to fly into pieces if she didn't hang on. She flung an arm backward to grip Finn around the neck to prevent it and gasp out his name again.

“Finn! Finn, wait!” She had no idea what she was asking him to wait on.

“Now!” He commanded her and his thumb, finger or both did something amazing that took her breath completely. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream and she went deaf, dumb and blind as a result of her first true orgasm.

She didn't know how long it was before the sounds of the waves and the winds intruded on her aftermath.

“Are you all right?” She frowned at the tenseness in his voice. He was really messing with her buzz.

“I…am perfect,” she slurred slightly and frowned again, “I think you made me have a stroke.” She heard him chuckle and felt him rest his head on the back of hers.

“But you're okay?” He was really being persistent. She really didn't feel like moving—she was way too comfortable, plus, she really didn't trust her control on her body yet. So she turned her head, only enough to be able to see his eyes. They looked as worried as he sounded. She smiled at him. It was a slow smile that started from her eyes and spread over her entire face before her mouth made the motion.

“I. Am. Perfect.” She enunciated. She cocked her head sideways because the concerned look didn't leave. “Why? Did I miss something?”

He shook his head, “Not really. I was calling you and you didn't answer me.”

She smiled and snuggled against him. “I told you, I think you gave me a stroke.” She was happy. She was truly happy. This was not a mistake.

And his hand was still under her skirt. She began to giggle.

“What're you laughing at, love?”

She tried to explain, but only managed to work herself into a giggle-fit.

“Okay, Liss, seriously you've got to stop moving around for a bit.”

“Why? I'm not moving around that much.” He was silent for a full two beats.

“Because you came and I didn't.” Her eyes widened in shocked comprehension and she jumped up and moved away, apologizing profusely, which caused Finn to break out in amused laughter. “It's all right, love, truly.” He stood, winced only a little bit, carefully removed his jeans and shirt and ran into the water after grinning at her shell-shocked expression.

Alice stared at the place where Finn's beautiful, naked body had been and swallowed.

Wow.