I try to get over the fact that Finn has been texting Celine, but it is impossible to get the idea out of my head that he might prefer her to me.
And so for the next couple of days even though Finn is super horny and suddenly desperate to sleep with me, I make it clear to him that I am not interested.
After so many weeks of dating. with him not being interested and making me feel like there was something lacking in me, I am not about to indulge him just because he changed his mind.
But this doesn’t stop me from missing him. I miss the way he would cuddle me in the evenings when we were alone together at college. I miss dancing with him. I miss his laugh.
And every time he makes a move to seduce me, and asks me about my time with his uncle and his brother, I find myself getting aroused, and it is harder to turn him away.
But then his phone beeps and I get angry all over again.
Why does it take me sleeping with two other men for him to find me attractive? He made it clear that he wants to watch, but what will happen after life goes back to normal and we go back to college?
I don’t want him interested just for now. I want him forever.
I’ve never wanted to sleep with just any man. The fact that I find Hunter and Uncle Logan so irresistibly sexy is unusual for me. I can’t compete with Celine who gets through plenty of one night stands, and will always have some fresh images to tantalize Finn with.
The thought that Finn might find her more interesting than me makes me moody and determined to punish him. I might hold his warm body close to me at night while he is sleeping, but when he is awake I find myself being pouty and sulky with him.
I wish he would just tell me that he loved me, and convince me I have nothing to worry about.
The worst bit is that I am constantly turned on. I desperately want to sleep with Finn. I have dreamt of him making love to me for so long.
I find that there is no shortage of ways to satisfy my cravings. Uncle Logan seems to have decided that while I am here I might as well be his girl. He has started coming home from the hunt early so that he can make love to me before dinner, and then usually again afterwards.
He has made it clear that he wouldn’t mind the others seeing, but I have told him that I can’t do that, and so he has indulged me.
This evening I have decided to make a nice dinner for us. I’m tired of the barbecued meat every evening, and I’m sure the men would also enjoy a change. I have made some trout and vegetables with a nice sauce.
Just as I am setting the dining table nicely, Uncle Logan comes home. He is earlier than expected.
He sweeps the table setting aside with a wicked grin and lays me on it, with my legs drawn up in the air. I haven’t bothered to wear panties because I knew there was no point. I am already wet and he is already hard.
“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, unzipping himself and thrusting straight into me.
Despite all the recent attention he has been giving me, I am still tight. The friction from his thrusting soon gets me moaning out loud. He hasn’t fucked me in the lounge before, and the risk that the others might come home and find us like this makes me incredibly wet.
There is a wicked gleam in his eyes, and suddenly I am afraid that maybe this is exactly what he planned.
“The others aren’t nearly home, are they?” I pant.
“They weren’t far behind me,” he says with a smile.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
I consider telling him to stop so that we can move to somewhere more private, but there is no stopping the sensation building between my legs.
He has pulled my skirt up around my waist and his thick cock is plunging into me over and over with barely restrained force. There is a hint of pain mixed in with all the pleasure. Every time his dick plunges into me, its base grinds into my throbbing clit and his balls slap my ass.
My hands are pressed onto the wooden table so that I can raise my hips to meet his every thrust.
“It’s about time those boys caught us at it,” he says. “I’ve told Hunter to leave you alone so that Finn and I don’t tire you out, but I get a feeling that Finn hasn’t been doing his boyfriendly duties.”
“I don’t want to talk about Finn,” I gasp.
He chuckles, and he slows down the speed of his thrusts, taking longer slower ones. He pulls my blouse off over my head to expose my jiggling breasts.
“Suck them,” I beg.
He obliges me, sucking each nipple into his mouth one after the other, and gently biting them until they are swollen and aching.
“Faster,” I urge him. “I need to come.”
“Not yet,” he says, continuing to thrust frustratingly slower than I need. “Finn would sure appreciate this view. It’s time you gave him what he wanted, don’t you think?”
“No,” I moan. “Not until…”
“Until…?”
“Not yet,” I pant.
I grunt loudly at each of his long thrusts, and I arch my back to raise my tits closer to his face. He goes back to sucking on my incredibly sensitive nipples. I wrap my legs around him and come with a scream.
The waves of orgasm crash over me. As my pussy clenches rhythmically on his thick shaft, I reach between his buttocks and press three fingers hard into the pad of flesh just behind his balls. He comes with a shout, and spurts his seed inside me.
As we lay panting on the table I hear the noise of footsteps outside. I scramble to get off the table and straighten my skirt.
“Zip up your jeans,” I beg.
He does so lazily. As I reach for my blouse, he wraps his strong arm around my waist and pulls me towards him for a kiss. I moan, and cannot resist opening my mouth to receive his tongue. He rarely kisses me and I yearn for it.
On hearing the sound of the front door opening, I gasp, and break away from the kiss.
But it is too late.
