Fractured Minds (Rebels of Sandland 3)

“Fuck, Finn. I’m gonna come.”

It was music to my ears, and I kept the pace; rubbing, thrusting, holding her so fucking tight I swear I’d leave bruises. But I couldn’t stop. She was a drug and I was as high as a fucking kite.

I felt her walls clamp down hard on my cock, pulsating as she whimpered and moaned, and it took everything in me to hold onto my own orgasm and not shoot my load early like a teenage boy. She started to slow down, but I hadn’t finished with her yet. So, I moved to lay her on the back seat and then lifted her legs at the knees. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, and I couldn’t wait to push inside her again and feel her come at the same time that I did.

I climbed over her and held my dick, guiding myself back into her and she groaned as I pushed inside, stretching her open. I held onto anything I could grab in the back of that car to keep myself steady, so I could thrust into her hard. She lay back, her eyes hooded and boring into mine as I slammed into her. She lifted her knees up higher, wedging them into place, and I sank deeper, groaning at how fucking amazing she felt on my cock.

With each thrust, I could feel my balls tighten and then I reached the point of no return. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I gritted my teeth, closing my eyes to try and ride the sensation out for longer, hold back my orgasm until I’d made her come again.

“Look at me.” She gasped and so I did.

When I saw her hand reach down and her fingers stroke through her folds and over her clit, I lost it. I came hard, and so did she. The pulse of my own orgasm was heightened with every squ

eeze I felt from hers. I kept thrusting and grinding as I felt hot cum spurting into the end of the condom. Every inch of my body was consumed by how fucking amazing it felt. I never wanted it to end.

Gasping for breath and still hovering somewhere between complete and total fucking ecstasy and nirvana, I slumped over her. My dick was still inside her and I couldn’t stop my hips from moving, gently thrusting so that I could squeeze every last drop of this feeling from her. She wrapped her legs around me and held me close. And for that moment, there was nothing else in this world other than us. Nothing else mattered. She was everything to me, and this feeling was one I wanted to experience every day until the day I died.

We lay together in the back of my car, panting to get our breath back and holding each other like it was the last time we’d ever see each other. My heart was so full of love for him, and I knew from the way he buried his face in my neck and stroked my hair that he felt exactly the same.

I always knew he was my soulmate, I just had to wait until his soul was ready to meet mine. It was all about timing. I used to scoff at Emily when she told me, ‘If it’s meant to be, it will happen,’ but she was right. This was meant to be. There was never any awkwardness between us, conversations weren’t forced, and everything felt right; magical even. After what had happened back at the cinema, I needed him to know that his happiness was intrinsically linked to mine. There was no him and me anymore, only us. We had to work together, stay in balance with each other. When one was hurting, the other felt it just as bad if not worse.

I know I did for him.

I suppose it was like having a twin, only he was my soul twin. The other half of me. I once googled what a soulmate was and it told me, ‘A soulmate is a reflection of yourself. Someone that will hold your hand and walk with you through the darkness.’ Finn lived in the darkness but I didn’t care. I’d always hold his hand.

Liv didn’t get it. She thought I acted like a freak over Finn. But she’d never understood the whole unconditional, all-consuming love like Emily and I did, maybe because she’d never found it herself. That, and she didn’t read the same kind of romance novels that we did. I couldn’t be mad at her for it though. One day, she’d find it too. And when she did, it’d knock her for six.

I sighed as Finn lifted his head and then kissed my cheek.

“I don’t want to leave you tonight. I know I’ve got to, but I don’t ever want to let you go.” His words warmed my heart even more.

“Why do you have to leave me? We could go to yours, well, Zak’s, and I could stay the night.”

He lifted himself up to look at me and asked, “Really? You’d do that? But what about your parents?”

It was sweet that he was being respectful and thinking about them.

“I could text and tell them I’m stopping with Ryan and Emily. Say that we drank way too much and it’s easier to crash there.”

“Won’t they check?”

“No. To be honest, if I told them I was stopping at yours, they’d be fine with it. They like to think they’re cool parents. But I know it would freak you out if I told them the truth. Plus, I’d probably never get you over to my house ever again because you’d feel too embarrassed.” He smirked because he knew I was right. “So, I figured a little white-lie would benefit everyone.”

“Go for it.” He smiled and we both reluctantly parted and started to sort ourselves out.

I sent a quick message to my parents on our family group chat and instantly they responded with, “It’s fine. Hope it was a great night. See you tomorrow.”

“All sorted.” I shook my phone at Finn to confirm it.

“I really do have the best girlfriend ever.”

“Yes. Yes you do.” I nodded smugly.

When we got to Zak’s, he was still awake and playing on his X-Box in the living room in nothing but his boxers. When he looked over his shoulder at us, he smirked.

“Hey, Eff. Are you stopping the night?”

I smiled and nodded as Finn stalked around the room picking up empty cans and dirty plates. Then he threw a blanket from the sofa at Zak and told him to put some clothes on. Zak just laughed and pushed it off. He didn’t care.