Chapter 20

Aurora

Millions of butterflies caress my bare skin. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat.

I can’t believe Finn’s fingering me right in the middle of the opera.

Carmen plays below, but I’m in a love story of my own making.

His fingers leave my insides burning with desire.

I look around to ensure we’ve gone unnoticed. People seem absorbed in the opera and not so much in us. Besides, the VIP opera box Finn’s arranged is pretty private. But still, I feel like I’m on display—and I can’t say for sure that that’s a bad thing.

This is so unlike me. Up until a few days ago, I was still a virgin, and now here I am—allowing a man to expose me like this in public.

The combination of the fear of people seeing what’s happening and of the pleasure rippling through me intensifies the experience—if that’s even humanly possible.

It feels like too much. Too much sexuality. Too much intensity.

In fact, the waves of pleasure that course through my body threaten to make me pass out. The tingling sensation from the pressure on my clit expands outward, one after another.

Further and further, the sensation spreads, until my body becomes tense with pleasure.

It’s difficult to keep thinking straight and to restrain my own growing desire. I want him inside me, but I don’t say so.

As Finn works his magic, I think back to the other night when I lost my innocence. My mind clutches onto the image of Finn’s cock.

It was massive. All their cocks were massive, and just the thought of that makes me hungry with desire.

Being with triplets is an amazing thing. Is it wrong that, even though Finn is taking me to the heights of pleasure right now, his brothers are also on my mind? I just remember the feeling of being with them all at once.

And I would give anything to replicate that.

When Finn was inside me before, when they took my virginity, I thought my body would simply dissolve. I simply had never experienced anything so amazing.

And right now, to have even just his fingers inside me again, well, it’s fucking amazing—and I fear I might just melt.

It’s difficult for me to think clearly or to focus on the opera. My head’s spinning.

He leans into my neck and whispers seductive things. “So, my little fucking vixen…ah, you like a little dirty talk?”

I nod my head, and with a hungry expression, he begins to torment my pussy more fiercely with his fingers. He tips my head back and plants the most tender of kisses on my lips and down my neck. I shudder with fear and feeling, as the excitement of it all threatens to overwhelm me.

When my body’s gripped by my first orgasm, I try to ride the wave of pleasure, but it’s impossible. I crash down into an abyss of pure torment and need. A tidal wave overcomes my body, and it’s all I can do not to moan out in the middle Act I.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his huge cock straining against his pants. All manner of nasty things run through my mind, and I realize that I’m getting in deep with this man.

As if reading my mind, he decides it’s time to go. I don’t resist when he grabs me by the wrists and drags me out of the private box. What’s coming promises to offer way more entertainment than the sad love story unfolding below.

Laughing, we run to the limo. My heels are slowing me down, so I stop to take them off.

“Wait, Finn,” I say breathlessly.

He glances back and comes to my aid, allowing me to use his body to steady myself.

“Are you alright, babe?” he says, concern in his voice and eyes.

I nod. “My shoes, they’re too high.”

With one quick look he assesses the situation, and he bends down and picks me up.

“I can always take care of you,” he whispers into my ear, and I feel goosebumps on the back of my neck and arms.

He voice is so sexy. It caresses my insides and promises so much. His muscles of steel hold my body like it’s weightless, like I’m light as air.

And the idea of him taking care of me makes me feel suddenly free—as though I’m not alone with my fears and concerns anymore.

Maybe he can handle me and all of my issues. Maybe I’m not too much for this one, especially with my concerns about Anders and money.

It seems to take no time at all to get down the stairs and out the door. No one’s around. All those important people he introduced me to earlier are gone.

Of course, they’re all tucked into their seats, watching the drama unfold of Carmen jilting her lover.

The limousine’s parked outside. How or when Finn called the limo is beyond me. All I know is that cool air assaults my skin as we leave the building behind us.

The cold wind catches my bare skin, and my arms wrap a little tighter around Finn’s neck. I nuzzle my face into his chest.

I bury my cheeks into his warmness, shielding them from the icy cold night air. I feel like he’s my prince, holding me this way so I don’t risk blistering my feet.

And the urge to feel him inside of me intensifies.

Part of me almost regrets he didn’t take me in there. I would’ve liked to have had sex on the balcony in close sight of everyone.

It was exciting. It still is. Just being near Finn makes my life seem like an eternal adventure.

For a second, Anders enters my mind, and I think I should check my phone or call around to see where he is. But I quickly put those thoughts to the side so I can focus on my man.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, walking me down the front steps of the building.

“Yes,” I smile. “I’m just happy to be here with you, that’s all.”

The driver opens the door for us, and Finn puts me down on the soft leather seats of the car.

“Now,” growls Finn next to me as the car leaves the curb. “Where were we?”

My eyes fix on the growing bulge in his pants. Could it be possible that his cock has grown even more since before?

I feel a sense of anticipation growing by the second between my legs. Throbbing and pulsing rhythms intermingle with my wetness.

I can’t help it. He makes me feel this way. If my dress doesn’t have a stain on it by the end of the night, I’ll be surprised.

“I think,” I whisper to him, “you were in need of some help.”

One hand rubs his crotch while the other undoes his button. My hand’s trembling, and my mouth’s open a bit already, as if this would bring him closer to me.

Finn pushes my hand away and rips his own pants off. I think I hear a seam tearing.

I sigh. Such a waste. They were a nice-fitting pair of slacks.

With his massive cock freed, I feel at last like I might be ready for Finn.

I mean, I’ve been ready the whole night, but the sight of his cock and just how big it is makes me a little nervous. I’m hungry for him, but nervous all the same.

Fuck. It’s happening—he and I together with no distractions.

I quiver a little as my eyes take in the enormous size of this juicy cock between his legs.

Have I really had something this big in me before? I feel revirginized. It seems almost impossible for me to take in his length—and yet my pussy’s yearning for it.

I try to appear confident as I say the words, “Can I suck it?”

He stares at me hard before saying, “Yes. baby. Does my little slut want this cock down her throat?”

I nod my head in submission. Inside, I’m aching to have him in my mouth, down my throat.

“Then come here,” he says with a tone of urgency.

The subtle hint of aggression in his voice is enough to make me cream my panties. I drop to my knees in front of him. Gingerly, I reach for his pulsing cock.

My fingers wrap around him, barely able to squeeze my hand around the girth of his delicious member.

Finn groans and grabs my hair. “Fuck, baby, I need you now.”

My eyes find his, and I can see the desire burning in his eyes. I realize he does need me.

With the realization, power surges through me. Suddenly, I understand what it feels like to have a man totally at your mercy.

Without another word, I lean forward, one hand wrapping around his balls and the other steadying myself on the base of his shaft. At first, I only take the tip into my mouth. I fear I might gag if I go too quickly.

He has other ideas. As soon as my mouth opens, Finn grabs me by the hair and pulls me onto all of his twelve inches.

I gag a little on him, but I love the sensation and the idea that he’s just so big that he can fill me up entirely. I have to adjust to take in all of him. I tilt my back and feel the tip of him sliding right down my throat.

Before I can do anything other than massage his balls as best I know how, he starts to pull out of me before thrusting back in. His hips push toward me, and he starts to really fuck my mouth. It happens fast and hard.

His body is tense, and I can feel the juices of my pussy gush out of me, waterfall-like.

In the end, he’s got so much force behind each thrust, I fear he might unbalance me. I let go of his balls and shaft, and I grab his hips. My fingernails dig into his skin.

I can sense he’s not far off coming. I can see those perfect abs tighten, and seconds later, his entire body is gripped by multiple tiny muscle spasms.

At the same time, he shoots a huge load of cum down my throat. It keeps coming. I try and swallow all of it, but feel the overflow trickle down my chin and drip onto my chest.

He tastes so good, and just the idea that I’ve brought him to climax like that, right here in the limo, makes me feel special.

When he’s done, he pulls out of me. The limo is pulling up to a stop. Quickly, he pulls his boxers and pants back on.

“Looks like you came just in time,” I tease, and he grins.

“I’ve got perfect timing, babe,” he replies and jumps out of the open door.

“We’ll see about that,” I say and follow, waiting for him to pick me up, because I’m shoeless, and it’s freezing cold outside.