The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

Of all the places I had imagined Finnegan Wolfe finally kissing me, at the backstage at his own launch was not on the list.

His lips were soft, softer than I had imagined in my dreams. That was the first thing that registered, which was absurd, because nothing else about this man was soft, but his mouth moved over mine with a slow, liquid movement, taking my mouth with his, melding and teasing my lips apart with his tongue.

My entire body screamed, my knees wobbled, the noise from the hall, the chatting and muscle fading into nothing as I gripped his shirt with both hands, taking fistfuls of the fabric and kissed him back.

He made a low sound against my mouth that vibrated through my chest and down my stomach, pooling between my thighs.

His hand slid from my jaw into my hair, tilting my head back, deepening the kiss. He tasted like whiskey, hot and delicious and God, I had missed this.

At the club, as Aphrodite he had only kissed me once. It had been fast and hot and brief.

But this, this was heaven.

Slow, panty melting heaven.

"That was amazing, yeah..."

Footsteps and voices from a corner backstage had us pulling apart, breathing heavily. His chest rose and fell, pushing against his suit, those green eyes blazing like they did when he was Ares and I was Aphrodite.

Oh, this was it. He would snap any moment now and apologize for kissing me and I swear, I was going to slap him if he did-

His hand closed around mine and he tugged. I gasped, following him deeper into the backstage corridor, past the equipment cases, until we reached a door that had the word STORAGE on a wooden plaque.

Blood rushed to my ears. Oh my gosh, oh my freaking gosh, this was actually happening. In a blink, he pushed it open, pulled me through and closed the door behind us. My back hit the wall and his mouth was back in mine, devouring, plundering every inch of my mouth with his wicked tongue.

His hands moved up my waist, my ribs, the undersides of my breasts. I arched into him and he groaned against my mouth, dragging his lips from mine, down my jaw, my throat before burying his nose in the soft crevice of my neck and took a deep inhale.

"God, Abigail," He rasped against my throat, sending hot jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy, making me press my thighs together.

His hands found the edge of the neckline of my dress and he yanked it down. The crystals caught the dim light in the room as the fabric dropped, my breasts spilling out.

He made a low noise and then his hands were cupping my bare tits.

"Finn," My head fell back against the wall, meeting his eyes.

His hands were rough and warm, large, thumbs tracing slow circles around my nipples. I ran a hand up his chest, grabbing his neck.

"Don’t tease me, please,"

He pinched both nipples simultaneously, hard, rolling them between his fingers.

"Oh yes, yes-" My cries got muffled when he covered my mouth briefly with his palm before releasing it, watching my face with those dark eyes.

Then he dropped his head, lower. His hot breath whipping against my right tit, teasing my puckering nipple. A strangled gasp left my lips when his hot mouth closed over my nipple.

His tongue lapped over it, while his hand fondled and squeezed the other. I had my fingers buried in his hair pressing him closer, burying his face in my boobs, wanting, needing more.

He switched and gave my other nipple the same devastating attention, his teeth grazing over it. I writhed against him, one leg hooking around the back of his thigh trying to pull him closer.

So much closer.

"Easy," He murmured raggedly, pushing his thigh between my legs, hard and muscular against my pussy. I rolled my hips, bucking, grinding my swollen, dripping cunt on his thigh while he watched, groaning.

My tits bounced as I rode his thigh. I closed my eyes, keening, moaning his name.

Through the slit of my dress, sliding up the inside of my thigh, his fingers found my panties and pressed against my cunt.

"Oh!" My hips rolled forward immediately, absolutely shameless. He was barely touching me and I was drenched.

He pulled the fabric aside and his fingers met my bare hot and wet pussy.

"Christ," he breathed, kissing me hard, swallowing every sound I made, as one thick finger pushed slowly inside my cunt.

My entire body seized with pleasure. He worked it deep and slow, feeling every inch of my cunt, a low groan vibrating from him when my walls clenched greedily around him.

"Fuck," he muttered against my lips. "You’re soaking."

He added a second finger and my back bowed off the wall, a sob tearing out of my throat that he caught with his mouth.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me. His fingers curled inside me, pumping my pussy while his tongue thrust against mine.

I had ached for this. I had lain awake many nights, pressing my thighs together in meetings, aching for his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

"Oh god, yes," I sobbed when his fingers drove deeper, faster, the wet sounds of my pussy getting defiled filled the quiet room.

His thumb found my clit and flicked it while his mouth latched back on my nipple.

I was going to fuckinge explode. Hot waves of pleasure built so fast in my belly. I dug my nails into his neck, panting, moaning, sobbing for him.

"Finn!"

"Cum for me, Abby." He groaned against my ears, his fingers pounding my cunt. "It’s all I can fucking think about, I need to see you cum, to feel you cum."

His teeth grazed my earlobe and that sealed the fucking deal. I shattered into a million pieces.

My orgasm tore through me in long convulsing waves, my walls clamping around his fingers greedily until I slumped against the wall.

Panting heavily, I moaned when he withdrew his fingers. They were drenched, glistening with my pussy juices.

He held his fingers to his mouth and lapped them up, closing his eyes as he did. A frown creased his forehead and a thought dropped in mind.

He has tasted me before, as Aphrodite.

What if he recognized my pussy juice? What if?

His emerald green eyes flashed open, wide with horror and I knew I was done for.