FINN

My mouth watered as I lowered my head between her legs. Her pussy was sopping. The bare skin of her mound glistened with her own arousal. Someday I would paint that skin with my own spunk. I'd jerk off on her golden skin and rub it into her tits and her stomach and her cunt.

One of these days.

Today, though, I was going to make her come so many times that she'd feel the residual tremors whenever she moved. I wanted her addicted to me so she woke up wanting me and fell asleep reaching for me. I wanted to be the first thing she thought of in the morning and the last vision she saw before her eyes closed at night.

Adam had assured me he'd take care of Ivy, make sure she was out of the way, so Winter and I could have this time together, and I was going to make the most of every moment.

"You smell amazing." I ran my nose along her inner thigh and watched in smug delight as her body tensed under that simple caress. My dick was drilling a hole through my shorts, but if I let it out, I'd shove it inside her in a second. This was the only way I could keep control.

I had only a tiny bit more control. She moaned and shifted restlessly. Her fingers dug into my hair, and she pressed me downward. I let her. I let her push me until my nose rested on her clit and my lips centimeters away from her swollen outer lips. I kissed them, and her fingers bit harder into my scalp.

"I'm going to eat you all night long," I murmured. Her thighs fell open, exposing a bouquet of light brown and pink skin, all perfectly wet and plump for my touch.

I licked her from the clit to the back and forward again in long, hard passes with the flat of my tongue. She arched and closed her thighs around my ears.

Her small heels dug into the mattress as she tried to leverage herself into my mouth. I tongued her hard, arrowing into her channel and drawing out as much cream as I could with each pass.

She moaned and panted my name. "Finn, please, Finn."

I couldn't stop eating her. Her taste was an aphrodisiac, and so was her excitement. She rocked into me and ground her pussy into my face until she was fucking my tongue hard and fast. I kept the pressure up, stiffening my tongue and using my jaw and cheeks to provide extra stimulation. I didn't let up for a second, no matter how deep her nails dug into my skull or how hard her feet—which had moved to my shoulders—pushed against me. I pushed right back, devouring her like an animal.

She screamed loud and long, and I'm sure some of the people downstairs heard her, but I could not give two shits because this was the most perfect orgasm I had ever tasted. She came hard, and her juices were hot on my tongue. I hadn't known a girl could get so wet or come so hard, and as I sucked and sucked, I became delirious with desire.

When she tugged me upward, I didn't fight. I fumbled with my fly, ripping the zipper down. It was a miracle I didn't tear skin off in my haste to get my cock out. Reaching over I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it down.

Finally, I slid inside her. I nearly came right there. I was so fucking hard, so fucking ready that the first clutch of her sex was almost too much. I reached between us and pulled down on my balls…hard. The pain made the need to come recede just slightly.

"Sweetness," I begged. "Stop moving. Just for a second."

She was mindless, though, and gripped me harder. Oh fuck. I'd last longer the second time. I swore it.

I braced myself above her with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. She cupped my neck and rose to press her lips to mine. I deepened that kiss, driving her into the mattress while I fucked her roughly with my cock and tongue. She took it all. Hell, she welcomed it.

Her eyes closed, and sweat dotted her forehead. With each thrust, she arched up. I watched her for as long as I could, drinking in the sight of her pleasure-drugged face until I could no longer see because my own desire blinded me. I worked her relentlessly, shafting her deeply until finally, finally, I felt her tense and clutch at me, signaling her own release.

I gave in then. I braced both my hands on the bed and drove into her like a battering ram, giving her everything, taking everything. She cried out my name again, and I shouted hers. The orgasm shot down my spine and into my cock, filling the condom until I swore it would leak out because I could not stop coming. I kept thrusting and fucking her until my arms and legs couldn't hold me up, and I collapsed a wet, wrung-out heap on top of her.

With my one tiny ounce of energy left, I pulled away even as her hips and legs tried to keep me inside her. "Condom," I muttered, and she released me with a disappointed sigh. I threw the tied condom in the trash and pulled her into my sweaty embrace.

We laid exhausted, kind of how I assumed beached whales must feel. Our chests heaved, breaths labored as if we'd swum the ocean or ran a thousand miles.

"Should we go downstairs?"

I didn't want to. "No."

"Is that your only answer tonight?" She huffed a small laugh.

"No." I pulled her closer to me and threw a blanket over us.

She placed her head in the hollow right below my shoulder and started dragging a fingernail over my chest. I could feel my stupid cock stirring in response.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" she asked.

"You."

"Seriously."

"Seriously. After I catch my second wind, I'm going to carry us into the shower and make sweet love to you until we both pass out."

"Is that right? You think I'm that much of a sure thing?"

"I am." I shrugged. "How about I let you carry me into the shower and have your way with me?"

She pushed up and looked me over, slowly. My cock started standing up in response. "Do I get to tie you up? Whip you?"

"I'm okay with the tying up." I rose from the bed, reached over and slung her over my shoulder. "Not sure about the whipping." I gave her sweet ass a swat, and she yelped.

"Finn O'Malley, you put me down."

"What's your safe word?" I asked, setting her on the marble countertop of my sink. I reached into the shower and turned the hot water on. When I turned back, I caught her ogling my ass. I raised an eyebrow. She flushed but kept on staring.

A lot of guys went to the gym and sculpted their bodies, but I couldn't give a shit about that. I worked hard, lifting lumber and steel and ladders all day long. But I was glad my body made Winter's breath catch and her eyes fill with delighted wonder.

I walked back and pinched her thick nipples between my fingers.

"Your body is so fucking hot, Winter." I pushed her breasts together and licked the valley I made, still thumbing her hard tips. She moved restlessly. "What do you want, baby?" I whispered against her skin. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

"You know," she murmured, tugging on my hair. If I looked up, she'd be bright red.

"How red are you up there cuz down here you're very rosy." Anything else I'd planned to say got cut off by the pounding on my door.

Winter didn't hear it at first because she canted her hips upward provocatively. "Why don't you see?"

I wanted to, but the pounding kept going. "Hold that thought."

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I opened the door an inch and scowled at Adam. "This better be good. I'm busy."

"Your chicken has flown the coop."

It took me a moment to process his statement. "Shit." I tightened the towel. "When?"

"Not sure. I swear to you we were all keeping an eye on her, but, ah, she wanted to see her sister, and on the stairs it was pretty easy to hear what was going on. She said she had to use the bathroom, and the next thing I know, I can't find her. I went outside, but I didn’t see the Honda anywhere, so I'm thinking ten minutes, max?"

"Shit," I repeat. "Okay, thanks."

"Do you want me to drive around?"

"No, I got this. Thanks though."

He gave me a lopsided grin. "Sorry."

I didn't slam the door even though I felt like it, and I kept my mouth closed as I walked into the bathroom. The urge to destroy something rode me hard when I saw sweet Winter in the shower. She beckoned to me, and I wanted nothing more than to jump in beside her.

I opened the glass door, and her smile immediately fell off. "What's wrong?" she asked, swiping the water out of her eyes. Her wet hair hugged her pretty head and fanned around her shoulders like a cape. She had the most beautiful hair. And seeing her small body wet with water made me want to drop the towel and join her under the stream of water. Fuck her sister. Fuck anyone who'd come between us.

But keeping this from her would only delay the inevitable.

"Your sister left. She might have been upset."

"Drinking?" she asked, hurriedly turning off the water.

"I don't think so. Adam said that she went to the bathroom and then left shortly after." I left out the part about Ivy hearing us have sex. I was sure Winter didn't need to know that.

"I need to go. Can you drive me?"

"Of course."

I dressed as quickly as I could, shoving sweatpants and a T-shirt on and slipping my feet into a pair of flips. Winter was still struggling to find her panties. I pulled out a pair of old sweatpants and tossed them to her.

"I don't know why she left. She said she'd been cooped up inside and wanted to get out and socialize," she muttered more to herself than anyone else. I knew exactly why she’d left. Winter hadn’t been attached to her hip. If Winter was gone, then Ivy felt ignored. I hadn't realized how much Ivy depended on Winter, even as a teenager, but my guess was half the reason Ivy’d flunked out of college her first semester was because her sister wasn't there, making sure Ivy studied and didn't drink herself into a stupor.

At some point, Winter was going to have to make a choice—live her own life or live Ivy's.