Done Right: A Spicy Novella (She Teaches Him Book 1)
Done Right: Chapter 7

“Holy fucking shit,” I mutter, coming down from one of the best orgasms of my life. I sit firmly on the bed again, and my toes start to uncurl. I feel drowsy with lust. That was so good and I don’t even know how to tell Finn that. I don’t know how to praise him because this is unlike anything I have ever experienced.

He sits up, wiping his mouth on his wrist before crawling on top of me. Anticipation starts in my spine, desperate for him to fill me. Everything so far has been so unbelievably good that I can’t even fucking imagine how the sex is going to feel. I can’t imagine how amazing it will be when he is finally inside of me.

“Good?” he asks, getting cocky. It’s so funny to watch someone grow in front of your eyes. A few hours ago, we were sitting next to each other at the bar, and he was completely unsure of his performance in bed. Now, he has made me cum on his mouth in record time. I think I’m creating a monster.

“Ya think?” I say sarcastically, trying to be funny but it comes out more breathless and desperate than I intended. My entire body needs to feel him inside of me, to feel him fuck me finally.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks in between planting kisses on my neck. I blink a few times, trying to push the lust out of my brain and think for a second. If everything he did didn’t feel so fucking good that would be easier.

“In the nightstand,” I mutter, drunk on the feelings he gives me. I feel like we have been at this for days, but in reality, it has only been an hour at the most. Time feels like it goes faster when I am with Finn.

Finn leans over, replaces a condom, and puts it on as fast as he can. His speed is once again impressive. His desperation to be inside of me is intoxicating.

“You ready?” he asks, eyes filled with fire. I nod curtly, desperate.

His cock enters me as slowly as he has does everything else. With how wet I already am, he slides in with ease, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. I adjust to his size as he enters, making me whimper. For some reason, I hoped his teasing would end here. I hoped he would fuck me like I need him to right away, but instead, he stares down at me, watching my reaction. His eyes grow darker the longer he teases me, the slower he goes. I’m so desperate for him to finally fuck me.

“Please?” I beg, unable to take anymore. My body is primed for him, ready. I have been so fucking desperate for so fucking long and I just need him to finish the job he started. I just need him to ruin me for everyone else. I just need him to claim my body as his own, finally giving me what I need.

My question flips a switch in Finn. He goes from slow and controlled to an animal fucking me for need more than for pleasure. He doesn’t want to fuck me anymore, he needs it. He brings his body down on top of me, spreading my legs farther, allowing him to go deeper. His lips replace mine, changing the tone in the air, making it more vulnerable. Our lips crash together as my hands dive into his hair, pulling him closer to me.

His cock thrusts into me in every way I have fucking needed. I have been waiting for this for the last few hours, imagining him fucking me hard enough to make my headboard smack into the wall. It feels like an out-of-body experience to finally be here. To finally be getting fucked the way I want.

“Holy fuck, Finn,” I whisper in his ear, hoping he knows how fucking good this is for me. How fucking desperate I am to feel close to him. How much I don’t want this to stop. Once it stops, the expectation is we go our separate ways, and I’m not ready to go there yet. I’m not ready to give this up.

“Yeah, say my fucking name,” he groans into my ear, making pleasure run down my spine. “God, you are so fucking tight,” he whispers again, making another orgasm build higher and higher in my body. His way with words is gonna be the thing to send me over the edge for the second time tonight.

He continues pounding into me, fucking me harder and harder the longer we go. The sound of our skin slapping together makes me delirious with pleasure. Every one of my senses is being toyed with and I can’t fucking take it anymore.

His hand glides down, rubbing my clit similar to how he ate me out. He rubs in circles, exactly where I need him to.

“Finn—” I say, unable to finish my sentence because of how fucking good this feels.

“What, baby?” he asks, continuing to use my body how he sees fit. Suddenly my body is spasming around him, tightening around his cock. I moan louder, trying to show him that I am cumming, since I am unable to get the words out with the white hot pleasure coursing through my veins.

He keeps fucking me, only making it halfway through my orgasm before he falls over the cliff with me.

“Holy fucking—” he says, muffling his words with my hair. He buries his cock inside of me and his head in my shoulder, biting slightly. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to clue me in that he feels the same way I do.

I’ve never had sex like this. I have never been so pleased and vulnerable and bare and open all at once. I’ve never had this level of freedom with someone and I don’t know how I am supposed to go back to mediocre sex with men who pretend to know what they are doing. Even the thought turns my stomach sour.