Secret Obsession (8 page)

"And what about this," Raven asked incredulously.

"I'm wondering what we’re doing. I hate that I have to hide how I feel about you," he went on to explain.

"I don't understand. We both knew we had to be careful. I don't see what the problem is," she replied.

"The problem isn't that I didn't understand our limitations, but that I don't like them now." His response was terse, not as patient as he had wanted to be with her, but it pissed him off that she was being so flippant about it. Affirming that he was the only one in too deep.

"Finn, you know we can't do anything about it. So either we keep things a secret, or we quit." She popped her seatbelt, prepared to depart the truck as soon as he pulled into the yard that was a few feet away. Before she could open her door, Finn grabbed her arm.

"I don't want to end things, I'm telling you how I feel." His voice was low and solemn.

"Well thanks for letting me know."

And with that she hopped out the truck and stormed into the house.

Raven didn't stop until she made it to her bedroom, thankful that her father hadn't waited up for them to come home. Her hands were clammy and she shook them at her side, trying to calm down. She knew she overreacted to Finn's statement, but it was for fear that he was going to end things with her. Even after he stated that that wasn't what he wanted, she was still too wound up to calm down. She felt like she was suffocating in his big ass truck. Why had she freaked out like that? Knowing that what they had could only be temporary, it shouldn't upset her at the thought of things being over.

Now she felt bad.

Leaning
against her door, she listened for Finn to enter the house, but disappointed when he went straight to his own bedroom. Her spirits sank even more at the thought of him being hurt or upset by her actions.

Way to go Raven. You get a gold star for being a first rate ass!

Deciding she needed to calm down, Raven gathered up her towel and headed to the bathroom. She took her usual long shower, replaying their earlier tryst, and secretly hoping that Finn would join her.

He didn't.

Afterward, she headed back to her room, crawling into bed and turning off the lights. She hoped that Finn would come to see her, so they could make up.

But he didn't.

After tossing and turning for another hour, she kicked off her blankets and headed to his end of their hall.

Finn
lay in his bed, still brooding over the spat with Raven. Neither a shower nor the episode of Conan O'Brien that he watched before it, did nothing lessen his irritation. Her reaction to their conversation was totally unexpected. She was clearly emotional, but tried to act unaffected, even after he explained that he wasn't trying to end things. If she was felt the same way he did, then why was she acting so crazy?

The opening of his door caught his attention, and he watched as Raven entered his room. She crawled up onto his bed, sitting cross-legged next to him.

"I don't know why I did that," she whispered. Finn remained quiet, giving her the chance to finish her apology

"I thought you were going to tell me that you didn't want to see me anymore, and it made me angry," she admitted. Still not hearing an apology, Finn maintained his silence.

"I'm sorry, Finn. Don't be angry with me!" she pleaded. Her voice strained on the verge of desperation, and it melted his stubborn stance.

"Come here." He motioned toward his chest for her to curl into his embrace.

Raven didn't want to cuddle. She was still too fired up. His glorious body was on full display, naked except for a towel. Tight, defined muscles glistened from his shower.  His vibrant tattoos were on full display. She couldn't believe that she was lucky enough to be in this man's bed.

Cuddling was the furthest thing from her mind.

Instead, she straddled his torso, pulling her t-shirt over her head when he didn't make any move to touch her. Finn gazed up into her eyes, watching her like she was some sort of alien. Not waiting for him to catch up, she leaned down and touched her lips to his. She whimpered, yearning for him to put his arms around her.

At first, he didn't kiss her back. He was rather enjoying her being so vulnerable. It made him feel better about how she left him earlier. But he couldn't deny the urge he had to taste her tongue, and feel her soft, naked body against his. He wanted her as desperately as she wanted him, but he had to let her know that he wouldn't accept being treated like that. So he flipped her over, pinning her arms down at her sides while he pressed his hips into hers, letting her feel how hard he was.

"So you're sorry?"

He kissed her breast, rubbing his lips across her nipple until it was fully erect and then bit it lightly. Raven gasped and writhed beneath him. She tried to maneuver her body, so that she could rub her clit against him to relieve some pressure, but he let his body weight hold her in place.

"Answer me."

"Yes, I'm sorry," she panted breathlessly.

Satisfied, he kissed her, plundering her mouth with his tongue and barely giving her the chance to catch her breath. He restrained her hands, and any attempt she made to wiggle them free was useless. Finn ignored her, forcing both arms up above her head and using one hand to hold her. He used his free hand to pull his towel away, and his dick bobbed heavily against her stomach. Raven groaned in frustration.

"Finn, let me go," she said, but it was a weak demand. Finn sensed it, and with a smirk, tightened his grip. She was secretly turned on by how he was handling her.

"Nope, your apology isn't quite accepted yet."

"Why not?" she asked.

"I'll accept your apology, but you have to make it up to me. Are you prepared to do what it takes?" His voice was a sensual whisper that had her squirming in anticipation.

"Yes, I'll do what it takes."

Without another word, Finn nudged her thighs open, rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance, and when he encountered nothing but hot, sticky warmth, he thrust his hips forcefully and entered her without mercy. Her face contorted into anguish, and she held her breath. The relentless pounding that he gave her pushed the limits of how rough he could be with Raven.  With a small gasp, her whimpers increased to moans until he had to cover her mouth with his own to swallow her desperate sounds. It made his dick grow harder to see her so helpless underneath him.

"I can’t let you go, Raven. I never will,” he uttered into her ear gruffly. He was as hungry for her, but he wanted to show some type of control. With his emotions running high and all over the place, he would show her how he felt with his body. A war raged inside of him. Should he make tender love to her, or fuck the spoiled brat right out of her?

"Don't ever," he began, grinding his hips into her with force, plunging into the depths of her body until she could take not more. "Don’t ever run away from me again. You’re mine."

Raven was on the verge of hyperventilating, she was so turned on. Wanting to be unrestrained, but loving his show of force. She loved his roughness and how she could feel his emotions flowing into her. Feeling more needed and wanted then she ever had, she gave it up to him and gave in to his will.

Finn's body moved as if possessed. Writhing and contorting into Raven's as if he couldn't get enough. He licked a scorching trail down her torso, sucking her beckoning peaks into his mouth. She groaned and arched into his embrace. Their bodies hovered off the bed in a heady game of abandon. Reckless, and seedy, driven by a forbidden desire. Their bodies shared a burning need that pushed them both beyond the limits of reason. Capturing them both in the bonds of their secret.

Hungry with the need to claim Raven, Finn thrust his cock into her, enjoying the resulting sounds as he penetrated her slick canal. Each stroke bringing her closer and harder to her climax.

"Fuck. I'm coming Ray. I need you to let go."  Tightening on its own and milking his cock, her body released around him. Finn freed her wrists, jerking his hands around her waist and pulling her closer, extracting every ounce of pleasure he could consume. His tongue lavished her nipples, leaving a heated trail with each stroke, and sending vibrating impulses straight to her core in an agonizing signal of ecstasy.  She felt herself slipping away. Her body going limp and yielding under his.

"God! Ah. I'll always want this. Fuck, baby. You're taking it all." He groaned, pulsing inside of her. The warmth and wetness of their desire further sealed their connection. He pulled her body closer, slowing dragging his cock up her torso, gliding over her nipple and pressed it to her lips.

"Open, Ray. Suck me dry."

Hungry to please him, she opened wide, feeling the hot spurts as she swallowed his release. Moaning in response to his desperate grunts as he leaned into the headboard. He gently gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he slowly eased in and out of her soft lips before sliding out. Then he crumpled to the sheets, curling his body around hers in an affectionate embrace. They both trembled with the aftershock of their orgasms, holding each other as they drifted into a blissful sleep.

PART FOUR

Coming to Terms

Raven
woke with a jolt and a rap on her door. In a panic, she searched her bed, terrified that Finn was in it, and her dad was at the door. She was relieved to find she was alone.

"Raven, Dorothy and I have decided to drive over up to Austin to visit her sister. We'll be back tomorrow night. Do you need anything before we leave?" her father yelled from the other side of the door. That didn't stop Raven from pulling her comforter up around her neck to cover her exposed body.

"That's ok. I'm good. Have a good time," she yelled back.

"Ok, honey. Finn is out on the ranch somewhere, but if you need anything just call him," her father added before retreating down the hall. She lay in bed for a while longer, relishing in visions of the night before. She passed out. Finn had brought her to such sheer contentment, that she’d fallen into a deep and impenetrable sleep. She didn't even know when he put her in her own bed.  Her body was deliciously sore, and she stretched her limbs, relishing the ache.  A nice hot shower was first on her agenda.