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“Need to cum.” It’s like I can hearthe roll of her eyes in her breathy words as her lips find mine again and her tongue slips between my panting lips.
Thrusting harder into her, I grind us close to oblivion until my balls draw completely up and Cedar throws her head back.
“Now, Cedar,” I growl when her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back. “Cum. Now.”
“Fuck,” she gasps as her pussy clenches around me tight enough that it throws me into my own raging orgasm. “FIN.”
“Yes,” I growl as my cock shoots deep inside her with every grip of her hot pussy. “That’s it, sweet. Take every bit of me.”
Groaning and sweaty, I thrust with each wave that crashes into us until she’s wet and limp in my arms.
“Fuck,” Cedar finally whispers as her chest heaves against me and I feel our arousal leaking down my shaft.
“That we did.” Snickering when her head rolls and her brow wings in my direction, I plant a quick kiss on her lips. “You ready for me to put you down?”
“You already did.” A lighthearted laugh expands my chest when her head falls back and a sated sigh escapes her lips. “Fuckin’ twice.”
“Mm,” I grunt and lean in to run my nose along the column of her throat. “Sure did.” My tongue retraces the trail back up to the underside of her chin and I suck in a sharp breath at the salty taste of her skin. “Now tell me you hate me again.”
“Pfft,” Cedar scoffs. “Not even close.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cedar
Howisitthatthis time with Fin feels so much different?
Him resting his head against my cheek moments before he pulls out of me, his cock still ragingly hard, feels so … saccharine.
Slowly, he lowers my legs until I’m no longer practically bent in half and keeps me steady with my back still against the stack and his arms wrapped around me.
Fin’s warmth, and intimate lips against my forehead, feels like my heart is wrapped in a fuzzy blanket in front of the fire with the hottest smutty book I can find.
I want to slap him away, but I don’t.
It feels nice.
My pussy still throbs as he ensures I won’t fall over and steps away, my body an aching mess of muscle spasms andrelieved tension that makes no sense to my foggy sex brain.
And neither does the fact that we just fucked on an empty stage.
On stage!
“Here, sweet.” Clearing my throat and blinking away the replay of his cock slamming inside me for the second time tonight from my exhausted brain, I come back in focus to see Fin holding out my shorts along with my shirt and missing the guitar he was wearing.
I look down, see my wholly nakedness and—even though there’s a small part of me that instinctively wants to cover myself—I chuckle.
“Cover up.” Fin grabs my hand when I just stare at his offering because I’m too blissed out to do much else, and plants the fabric in my grip. “The after-the-party parties will be over soon. We’re lucky we got this long.”
“Mm,” I grunt and watch as Fin walks away again with only a faint pinch in my chest.
Is he leaving me?
He reappears within seconds, a roll of paper towels in his hands and a sly smirk tipping his lips.
Instead of shoving it in my hands, along with the rest of the shit I’m still holding—like I half expect him to—Finland Montgomery drops to his knees at my feet and tears a piece off of the roll with a snap.
Blinking when he grips my thigh, half prepared to pinch myself to make sure this is real life when he spreads my legs wider, and sighing when he takes a moment to stare at me, Fin then runs the almost clothlike material up the inside of my leg to swipe away the mess left behind.
