Learning Curve

Finn

“Take my virginity, Finn,” she murmurs, and my hands have a mind of their own, loosening their grip on her hips. She takes full advantage of that and pushes herself against my cock, sliding herself up and down my length without putting me inside her.

Scottie Bardeaux is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, the only girl I’ve ever had to make a conscious effort not to think about. And she’s the only person I’ve ever wanted to see me for who I really am.

Every inch of her body is visible to me. Her delicate neck and collarbone. Her perky tits with the most perfect pink nipples. Her trim stomach. Her hips. Her firm, rounded ass is in my hands, and her gorgeous pussy is resting on top of my dick.

I’m not a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve never experienced a moment like this. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than a naked Scottie, and I know with certainty I’ll take those words all the way to my deathbed.

I don’t deserve her.

But for some reason, she thinks I do.

She knows I don’t come from money, that I’m an emotional wrecking ball of baggage, and that I fix too many problems with my fists. And still, she wants me.

Trusts me.

With her body, her mind, and the most sacred gift a girl can give a guy.

Me. Finnley Hayes. The fuckup from the wrong side of the tracks.

My shitty childhood has hardened me. Turned most of my emotions to stone. I’ve seen too many things. Heard too many things. Witnessed too much violence and been on the receiving end of vile words too many fucking times to come out with a healthy view of love.

And yet somehow, this girl, this fucking girl, manages to make emotion clog my throat.

“Please.” Her green eyes shine with desire and need. And her lashes look a million miles long with every blink she takes. “I need you.”

I shake my head, willing myself not to let the sting in my nose turn to tears I don’t want to fall.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper reverently. “The best thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Scottie needing me is the last thing I wanted to happen, but that doesn’t negate the fact that it breaks open a part of me I’ve had closed off for longer than I can remember.

She needs me, but I need her more.

If I trusted myself to understand what love is, I’m pretty sure I would say I love her.

She kisses me and kisses me again, and with each greedy swipe of her tongue against mine, my hips move closer and closer to hers.

I groan when she starts to grind herself against me, and I damn near see stars when she starts to slide the tip of my dick inside her. Fuck. Not yet, my mind whispers, and it takes a Herculean effort for me to grip her by the hips and move her body back a few inches.

Her lips move down into a frown, but I’m quick to flip her onto her back and slide my body down the length of hers. I don’t stop until my face is mere inches from her perfect pussy.

“Finn?” she questions, and I reach up to smooth my hand down her stomach. Her abdominal muscles shake with nerves and anticipation beneath my fingertips.

“There is no fucking way I’m going to rush through this.” I slowly lick my tongue against her. “I’m going to taste you, Scottie. And then, I’m going to make you come on my tongue. Again and again and again. And only when you’re so fucking relaxed and sated will I slide my cock inside you.”

“I…I…don’t think it’s possible for me to have…” She pauses, and her voice is barely there when she whispers, “Orgasms.” Her cheeks are flushed the cutest shade of red, and her hazel eyes are wide—an adorable mixture of fear of doubt resting within them. “I’ve never really had one…with a guy…”

“That’s because you’ve never been with me,” I tell her confidently.

If it’s the only good thing I do in this world, I will make Scottie Bardeaux come.

Her body is rigid, and I can tell by the way her hands are flexed into fists that she’s nervous. I slide my hands beneath her ass and pull her closer to my face. Slowly, I start to lick at her, my tongue and lips delicate against her skin. Only when I feel her body start to relax against my hands do I pick up the pace.

Her eyes fall closed, and she reaches out her hands to grip my hair, tugging on the strands as soft mewling sounds fall from her lips.

I eat and suck at her, enjoying the way she’s wet and swollen against my tongue. She tastes sweet like fucking candy and her curves are soft, and the more aroused she becomes, the more her scent surrounds me.

My cock only grows harder.

She moves her hands from my hair to her breasts, and I groan against her skin when I look up to find her lips parted and her fingers plucking at her perfect pink nipples.

“Finn,” she whispers. “I feel like I’m going to explode.”

Her back arches and her body trembles, and when her hands end up back in my hair as incoherent moans spill from her lips, I lick harder and faster to match the pace of her hips. In one blissful cry, she comes on my tongue.

It is, hands down, the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.

And I’m only getting started.