Camera Shy (Lessons in Love, #1)(58)

“Stop it,” he whispers in my ear, then lets out a low moan of satisfaction. “Put your weight on me,” he growls. “I fucking love how it feels. If you want to enjoy your sex life, you have to stop apologizing for your body. It’s beautiful. Exactly what I like. Your ex couldn’t handle it, so he didn’t deserve it.”

It’s like he’s a pussy whisperer. Every time he talks to me like that, confidence emerges from a place deep inside me that I’m still unfamiliar with. He coaxes her out. He makes me feel brave, wild, and beautiful. So I grind on him. I kiss and nip at his neck while he praises me for riding his cock. His appreciative groans drive me to unhinge and I forget about being self-conscious. I forget that he outmatches me in appearance. I completely forget that this whole arrangement is bizarre. I ride him like a savage, taking his dick like it was made for me. All that’s going through my head is how much I want to see what he looks like when he comes.

“Oh, baby, good girl. What do you need lessons for, hm? You ride cock perfectly.”

My eyes are closed, but I smile as he gently wraps his large hand around my throat.

“Go ahead,” I mumble between raspy breaths. “I’m curious.” Finn can choke me. Finn can do anything he wants to me. I’ll love it. It’s dangerous how much power he has over me right now.

“Not tonight, Avery. I’m too close.” To my utter shock, he scoops me up, his forearms tucked under my thighs as he stands, lifting me in the air.

“What’re you doing?” I squawk in alarm, but I don’t wriggle down like I want to, for fear of toppling him. Sitting on top of him was a concern. Him carrying me like this is mortifying. What if he breaks his back?

But Finn doesn’t even hesitate. He carries me across the living room with ease, still nestled into my sopping crease, and presses my back against the aquarium tank. The cool glass shocks every inch of my skin.

“Ah! Wait, Finn, we’re not supposed to touch the glass.”

“Ask me if I care right now,” he growls in my ear as he thrusts into me, hard.

“But the fish—”

“They’ll live,” he mutters as he presses me firmly against the tank, pinning me with his body so his right hand is free to elevate one of my knees. He sucks in his lips as he scours my chest, then leans back slightly as he dips his head so he can see where he’s entered me. It dawns on me why he put me against the aquarium. It’s the glow of the tank. Finn’s visual. He wants to see it. Fucking me isn’t enough. His eyes are hungry too.

“I think it’s jarring for them. It’s something about the vibra—”

“Avery,” he interrupts. “Enough about the fish. Just let me fuck you, please.” He thrusts into me like a madman while my ass and back are smashed against the aquarium. I toggle between, I’m so sorry, Cherry, and oh dear God, yes, harder, Finn, in my mind over and over. I’m shocked at his stamina. He holds me, fucks me, and kisses me all in tandem until his panting gets louder. The beads of sweat on his forehead drip down to my chest, mixing with my own. We’re so slippery. Back and forth, slipping right into each other, holding on for dear life.

“Where can I come?”

I wrap my hands around his cheeks. “Wherever you want.”

“Can I ruin your makeup?”

My chuckle is breathy between pants. “It’s already smeared, I’m sure.”

Finn stops pumping his hips and looks right into my eyes. “It’s an expression. I want to come on your pretty face.”

Oh. Another unknown. A new lesson. Never once did Mason ask me for this. “Um, yes. Okay. How do I—”

“On your knees, get low,” Finn barks. “Open your mouth.”

I debate telling him I’ve never tasted cum before. Precum, unintentionally sure, but I never let Mason finish in my mouth. He never asked and I never offered. But with Finn, I welcome it. He makes me feel so damn good. I’m grateful for how powerful he makes me feel. Whatever Finn wants, I’ll gleefully give.

He strokes his massive member a few times as he watches my eyes. I bat my eyelashes at him and poke out my tongue the way I’ve seen women do in videos. They act like they’re thirsty for it and I try my best to mirror the sentiment. It works. He growls in pleasure as the warm, thick spray coats my cheek and dribbles over the corner of my lips. He misses my open mouth, maybe on purpose as a courtesy, but curiosity gets the best of me, so I run my tongue over my bottom lip and taste the salty tang. I’m not ridiculous. It isn’t gourmet, but it is deliciously satisfying to see how impressed with me he looks at the moment.

“You’re full of surprises.” Using his thumb, Finn carefully wipes away a droplet of his release that is dangerously close to my eye. “And you are so beautiful, Queen.”

I love when he calls me that. I’m naked, on my knees, Finn’s cum coating my face, and yet—I do. I feel like a goddamn queen.

He makes his way to the kitchen and wets a handful of paper towels. I hold out my hand when he returns to me, but he insists on cleaning me up himself. “Was that weird?” he asks as he wipes underneath my eye, then my cheek, then finally my lips. He drags the warm paper towel underneath my chin one more time, ensuring he’s thoroughly cleaned me up.

“Which part? When we traumatized the fish or when you finished on my face?”