Chapter 19

Finn

Do I feel bad that I’ve broken the verbal contract my brothers and I made?

Not one fucking bit.

I couldn’t stay away from her for one more moment, and I now I don’t have to. She’s a vision in red, looking over the railing at the people below.

“Tell me, Finn,” Aurora turns toward me. “What do you do for work?”

I furrow my brow. I didn’t take her out to be talking about my fucking work.

“Let’s not talk about work.” I counter. “I mean, who wants to talk about work at the opera with such charming company as this?”

Her lips curl up into a smile.

She shrugs. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to come across as boring. And I know plenty of people don’t like talking about their work, but then again, plenty of people do.”

Instantly, I regret my choice of words. I don’t want her to feel as if she’s done the wrong thing.

“It’s not your fault at all,” I start and stop.

The lights are being dimmed and the curtains are being drawn back, the show about to start.

All I have eyes for is the goddess to my right.

Turns out she isn’t only exquisitely beautiful, she’s also smart, kind, sensitive, and caring. In a word: she’s fucking perfect.

I still can’t believe she’s here with me. My plan worked. I asked her out, and she agreed to come.

And she looks simply awesome tonight. Red velvet is a stunning fabric on her. Her long blonde hair has been styled up somehow, exposing a delicate swan-like neck. I just want to sink my teeth into it like a goddamn vampire

She shoots me a sideways glance. I can’t keep my eyes off her.

“Thank you so much,” she whispers. “I’ve never been to the opera before. It’s exhilarating, isn’t it?”

I drown in those blue eyes of hers. They suck me in and take me under.

“I think there’s something much more exciting here tonight. And it’s sitting right next to me.”

At my words, she blushes.

Fuck, she looks even hotter with those cheeks a little redder.

“And I hope the night will live up to your expectations.”

Poor Aurora. Her eyes widen, and I know she’s understood the innuendo.

“I’m sure it will,” she whispers as the music starts below.

She leans forward a little, which gives me prime view of the gap between her tits. Pink lace of a silk bra hides those delicious nipples from my sight.

Her breathing is a little fast and shallow already. I can see it from where I’m sitting.

My hand moves from the back of her seat to her naked back.

A moan escapes her lips. My index finger traces tiny circles on the back of her neck.

“The trick in any opera,” I whisper into her ear, “is not to get bored.”

She nods, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the stage.

I drop my hand around her and let my fingers push down toward her tits. With a little bit of effort, I can just brush her right nipple.

Aurora looks at me and licks her lips.

“Lucky for you,” I continue, “I’m an expert at not getting bored at the opera.”

“Really?” She’s breathing hard, as if she’s just run a hundred meters.

Slowly, I take my hand away and change my tactic. The expression in her face speaks volumes.

The long skirt of her dress means I have to simply push it up and out of the way. Lucky for me, our private box is out of anyone else’s eye sight. No one will be able to see the now exposed leg of my sex goddess.

“I mean, tonight should be all about you. So please let me know if at any stage you feel you’re being distracted, and I’ll stop.”

My lips find her earlobe and start to suck on it. Instead of a reply, Aurora lets out a muffled moan. She throws her head back a little.

Below us, Carmen and her friends are entertaining officers.

With absolute care, I let my hand slowly travel along the inside of her leg, barely touching her skin. My finger just hovers as it moves upwards.

Her thong is already wet. One feel with my finger, and I know she soaking.

Good.

“So, my little fucking vixen,” I murmur and see a shiver run down her neck and back. “Ah, you like a little dirty talk?” I chuckle and push her panties out of the way.

Her eyes close, and her hips push forward in her seat toward my hand.

I retreat. No point rushing this. I mean, this is an opera in four acts.

“So, tell me little fucking slut, do you like it when I do this?”

My index finger and thumb squeeze her clit hard before I quickly release it.

“Ooh” is all she says.

“Mm, I’m not sure I speak that language. Let me try again and see what response I get this time.”

When I repeat the movement, I feel her body tense a little.

“So, let me guess, you like it when I do this?” And I squeeze her clit hard a third time.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes,” she stops. “I…please…”

In my pants, my fucking massive cock is about to have a breakdown. It’s rock hard and ready for action.

All in good time. I’ve got all fucking night.

To change my tactic a little, I use my fingers to push into her. Slowly, I go in as far as I can. Again, her pelvis thrusts forward to meet me.

“I can see you also like it when I do this.”

Now I curl my fingers over and push against her G-spot. Aurora’s biting her lip, her body quivering.

If I keep going, she’ll come very soon.

“Tell me, Aurora,” I smother her neck in butterfly kisses in between my words. “Are you ready to come at the opera? You can climax before it’s all over. Do you want to come before the fat lady sings?”

Her eyes find mine. I lean forward and push my mouth onto her lips. We kiss long and deeply, all while my fingers are rubbing rhythmically inside her.

I want her to come. I want her to come all over her elegant fucking dress. I want her to remember this night for a very long time.

We’re locked together in this kiss for what seems like hours. Below us, the scene moves on, but we don’t pay any attention. Right now, we’re in our own opera—a sex opera.

Act I, and Aurora is about to come. I can feel the walls of her pussy tightening, and she’s clutching onto my fingers.

At the same time, our tongues are engaged in an act of intimacy. If I could, I would fucking devour her.

She comes in an almighty explosion. Her body tenses before she erupts and unleashes her juices around my hand, and her cream threatens to stain her velvet dress.

I love the way I’m looking right into her eyes when she has her first orgasm.

When I pull my fingers out, she grabs my hand and brings it to her face. At first, I’m not quite sure of her intention—and then she leans forward and licks her own juices off my fingers.

My cock inside of my pants threatens to break out and rip my trousers at the seam. If I don’t do something for my cock, things might get real ugly.

“If my fucking cock doesn’t get some pussy soon, I can’t be held responsible for what might happen.” I murmur into her ear.

With innocent, wide eyes, she stares at me.

“Really?” Now a wicked little grin spreads across her face. She extends her hand and puts it on my crotch. “Oh, dear. It does feel rather urgent, doesn’t it?”

The warmth of her hand spreads right through me. My cock throbs, and I think I’m going to come in my pants right here, right now.

“What do you propose we do about it?” she asks.

Her innocence is fucking driving me crazy. It takes all my inner strength not to succumb to animalistic instincts and rip her red dress off her body so I can fuck her right here and now.

“We could leave a little bit earlier,” I say in a hushed tone.

The woman is driving me insane.

“I don’t know.” Her fingers push against my bulge, sending millions of volts of electric shockwaves through me. “Isn’t it a little bit rude to leave before, you know, the end?”

I roll my eyes. “I’ll tell you what’s rude: if I spray my cum all over you in this box.”

She nods, her expression serious, and says, “I guess that would be rude.”

Now her hand massages and kneads me as if I were dough.

“Let’s go,” I growl and grab her by the hand.

Every man has his limits, and I just reached mine. If I stay here any longer, like I said, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.

Laughing, we leave the private box.

By the time we reach the limo, I’ve undone the button and zipper of my pants.