Camera Shy (Lessons in Love, #1)(74)

Holy shit. Something slips…no…sprays. No, please no. I freeze in place. Absolutely mortified, I refuse to let myself enjoy the post-orgasmic relief. Because I feel it dripping down the back of my thighs. I swear I thought it was a pornographic myth. Surely, I didn’t just…squirt?

Oh, sweet humiliation. Welcome back. It’s been a little while. Thank you for rearing your ugly head and ruining this for me.

I turn over, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. Finn’s still standing in the hot tub, the water rising to his hips. I pray the beads of liquid on his chest are sweat, condensation, or splashes from the tub. I have to believe that, or I’ll die of embarrassment at this moment.

“Don’t,” he says sternly when he sees my expression.

I study his furrowed brows, assuming he’s horrified too, but the smile on his face is nothing but wicked. “I’m so sor—”

“Don’t,” he repeats, cutting me off.

“Don’t what?”

“Apologize for the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Lie back,” he grumbles. “Right now, Avery, I’m serious. I’m so hard, I’m going to fuck you better than you’ve ever had it in your life. Lie back.” He grabs me by my hips and scoots me to the very edge of the deck. He must be standing on the raised bench seat in the hot tub because suddenly he’s a few inches higher and his erection, which he just freed, is positioned right at my entrance.

“You’re not grossed out?”

“Grossed out? You know that was intentional, right?”

“Was it?”

“Hell yes, it’s my special skill.” He smirks as he hovers over me and presses his lips to mine. I taste a hint of chlorine and myself. A little sweet, a little musky, but completely hedonic. “I take it you’ve never done that before?”

“I didn’t even know I could.”

“I’m going to teach you a lot about what you can do. You’re mine to play with. All summer.” His tip nudges my entrance and I push against his chest.

“Wait. I thought we were going to practice my blow job skills.”

Finn narrows his eyes, his lips turning down in contemplation. He seems suspended between lustful need and sweet amusement. He chooses the former. “You got yours. Now it’s my turn.” He presses his lips against my ear. “And I want that wet pussy, right now.”

Straightening up, he strokes along his cock, staring at me with my legs spread, like he’s debating how he wants to play this. “Hold your knees, Queen. I need your legs out of my way so you can take my entire cock. Every inch.”

Goddamn, his dirty mouth stirs something up inside of me. I immediately obey, pulling my legs up and outward by my knees.

He spits on my clit and I writhe in place as he uses his thumb to rub his saliva all over my crease. He’s moving so slowly, and I know what he’s doing. The anticipation. It’s killing me. I feel like I could come again from the look he’s giving me.

“This is going to go fast. Not my usual style, but that’s what you do to me. Do you know that? I’m putty in your hands, Avery.”

His loud, grumbly moan is all I hear when he slams into me. I lose track of time and space. We’re fucking amongst the stars for all I know. Maybe I come again, maybe I don’t. I’m not really able to tell the difference anymore. It all feels so good. The build-up, the anticipation, the release—it’s all so good. I need it all. I’m going to ask for it all. It’s clear I don’t know what my body is really capable of. But I’ll find out. Finn’s willing. And I want him to take me there.

“Such a fucking queen,” he whispers into my ear right before he roars, spilling inside of me.





My sensitivity is still so heightened, the beads of water from the hot shower tickle my skin. It seems like I feel them one by one, cresting and breaking against my body. I can’t wipe the stupid, goofy smile off my face. This is satisfaction. I wiggle my toes against the tile floor of Dex’s oversized walk-in shower. How have I gone this long without satisfaction?

Finn’s waiting for me with a towel outstretched in his hands when I turn off the water. He rinsed and wrung out his swim trunks before putting them back on, but I know he must be uncomfortable. And here’s the awkward part. He needs to go home and change…

But should he come back?

I step out of the shower and let Finn wrap me up in the fluffy towel. Being naked around him finally feels comfortable. I feel like my body is his to explore now as much as it is mine. He kisses the top of my head, breathing in my damp hair.

“I like your shampoo. There’s a scent I can’t quite place.”

“The ginger, probably. It’s this ridiculously expensive designer brand. I don’t usually spend a lot of money on beauty products, but I buy good shampoo. I think it’s citrus, ginger, and a little mint. Those scents shouldn’t work together, but somehow—”

“They do,” Finn finishes for me. “It reminds me of this soap my dad used to bring back from the Caribbean for my mom. She loved it.” Finn rubs my shoulders with his large hands. It feels like home when he touches me. Like I’m where I should be.

“Did you guys get to travel a lot with your dad as a commercial pilot?”

“No. He didn’t want us to.”