The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

I shrieked, scrambling away from the bench, heart leaping into my throat, my body ready to fight, but the arm caught my waist and kept me pinned on the bench.

A deep familiar chuckle filled my ears and then I caught that manly woody scent and my shoulders dropped. The tension melted away as I leaned back into him.

"Finnegan, seriously?" I groaned, swatting his arm. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"That you looked very ethereal in that dress, sitting alone in the corner, like some woodland nymph tempting men." He replied, settling on the bench next to me and drawing me deeper into the shadowed corner.

"Seems like I’ve succeeded," I chuckled as his arms wrapped around me from behind.

One hand rested on my waist, the other gently tilted my chin so I could look up at him. His emerald eyes were dark with concern and that intense look that always made my knees weak.

"Are you okay?" His thumb brushed over my cheekbones. "I saw you leave. I hated every second that I couldn’t follow you."

My heart did that crazy stunt thing against my chest, hitting hard against my ribcage as the realization sank even further.

In love with him. I was in love with him. How could I not be? How could any woman not be?

"Abigail?"

I blinked rapidly, my cheeks heating up, turning scarlet. "I’m fine. Just... needed a minute."

He turned me in his arms, drawing me closer until our bodies pressed together. His hands skimmed down my sides, parting the slit on my thighs.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, his forehead resting against mine. "I hate that you have to see that. I hate that I can’t pull you into my arms in front of everyone and show them who I belong to."

"It’s okay, Finn, I know why you’re holding back."

He cupped my face, his eyes gazing earnestly at me. "You’re my peace, Abigail. I almost lost my shit in there, you know?"

"But seeing you always reminds me what I’m fighting for. The future that I’m fighting for. A future with you."

His words wrapped around my heart like a warm embrace. I felt fuzzy, light-headed, the jealousy fading away slowly.

"I was getting a bit jealous," I admitted softly, half-joking, half-serious. "Watching her touch you like that..."

Finnegan’s eyes darkened. "You have nothing to be jealous about, you know that, right?"

"I do," I beamed up at him.

"The person I belong to is you. Only you. She can play her games for the cameras, but at the end of it all, I’m coming home to you. It’s your name I whisper, your heart I’m fighting for. I am yours, baby girl, from the night you yelled that the bathroom was occupied."

I melted like fucking pudding. Tilting my head up, I whispered against his lips. "You’re ridiculous."

"Only for you," he replied, pressing his lips to mine.

The kiss started soft but quickly turned hungry. I moaned into his mouth, tasting the faint whiskey on his tongue, feeling the hard line of his body against mine.

The slit in my dress let his hand slip under, fingers tracing the bare skin of my thigh, sending shivers racing up my spine.

He pulled me onto his lap with a grunt. I straddled him, the dress riding up high as I ground against the growing bulge in his trousers.

His hands roamed greedily, one cupping my breast through the fabric, thumb brushing my nipple until it hardened, the other sliding under the slit to grip my ass.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned against my lips, voice rough. "I can’t wait to get you home. I want you in our bed, legs spread, screaming my name while I fuck you slow and deep. I want to taste every inch of you. I want to remind you exactly who you belong to."

"That sounds like a very good idea," I whimpered, grinding harder against him, feeling his thick cock twitch beneath me.

The kiss grew messier, our tongues tangling, teeth nipping, breaths mingling hot and heavy. I could smell his cologne, taste the salt on his skin when I kissed his neck, and hear his low groans vibrating against my chest.

My hands fisted in his hair, drawing him closer as I rocked against him, the friction driving me wild.

He slipped his hand fully under my dress, fingers pushing my panties aside and finding me soaked.

My thighs spread even wider and two thick fingers drove inside me without warning, curling perfectly against that spot that made me see stars.

I gasped, breaking the kiss to moan against his neck as he fingered me right there on the bench, thumb circling my clit.

"So wet for me," he rasped, biting my earlobe. "This pussy is dripping, baby. All for me. Only for me."

"Yes... yes," I rode his fingers shamelessly, chasing the pleasure, my hips rolling from how badly I needed him.

He added a third finger, stretching me, working me deeper while his mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin. He was going to leave a mark, I knew I would have to hide tomorrow.

I was so close, trembling on the edge, when voices drifted closer along the path.

Finnegan cursed softly, easing his fingers out and adjusting my dress just as a group of guests walked past the entrance toward the lounge.

He held me tightly against his chest, shielding me with his body, one hand covering my mouth gently as I panted against his palm. His back was turned toward them and they seemed rather engrossed discussing with each other than noticing us.

We remained that way until the voices faded. Hot thrills of pleasure streaked through me when I glanced up to see his green eyes burning with lust and frustration.

"I need you," I whispered huskily. "Right now."

He groaned, kissing me again, his mouth moving over mine hungrily. "Not here. Not like this. I want you spread out on our bed where I can take my time with you. But fuck, Abigail... you’re driving me insane."

"Can’t we leave now?"

"I need to be there to cut the ribbon," he groaned.

I smiled against his lips, grinding once more against the hard bulge in his trousers. "Then we better find a way to take care of this, yeah?"