Against the Rules

“Kiss me. I said you could kiss me.” His mouth drops down onto mine. I part my lips as his tongue pushes into my mouth. His other hand digs into my hair. He grabs a handful, giving it a small pull to tilt my head so he can deepen this kiss.

I open fully for him, wanting everything that he is offering. His words about being inside me keep replaying in my mind but I know that I can’t give in. No matter how much my body is begging me to.

“Lucky.” He growls my name, then goes back to kissing me again. I stroke him faster. This time I want to make him come. I want him to know that I gave him this pleasure. I want him to remember how I made him feel whenever he considers going out with anyone else ever again.

I need to make this so good that he’ll never want anyone else’s touch but mine. The only problem is that I have no clue what I’m doing. I don’t even know why I care if he remembers. It’s not as if I’m going to date him. This is a one-time thing to get it out of my system. That’s what I tell myself anyway.

I wiggle. The throb between my thighs is getting harder to ignore. “Finn.” I pull my mouth from his to look up at him. “I ache,” I whimper.

“Let me touch you. I’ll take the ache away.” I nod my head. I need this. His eyes light up with excitement. His hand slips up my dress. The closer he gets to my sex the worse the throb becomes. I gasp when he grabs my dress and pulls it off over my head. I should smack him, but I don’t. I can’t seem to focus on anything else but the thought that he’s going to take the ache away.

I dig my fingers into his shirt with my other hand as I keep on stroking him. The tip of his cock brushes against my stomach, cum smearing across it. That’s so hot. It’s like he’s marking me.

Finn cups my breast, his thumb tracing over my nipple before he goes to the other breast. I arch up into him, needing more.

“Finn, I need you lower.” I groan, wiggling more. What is he doing? That feels good and all, but I’m about to die here.

“I got you.” He lets my breast go, slipping his hand down to my panties. He lets out a growl as his hand dips inside of them. I know he can feel how wet I am for him. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. He has made me this way. My nipples grow even harder than they already were.

“Finn.” I say his name again as he parts the lips of my sex before his finger finds my clit.

“Going to come with you.”

I nod my head, wanting that. “Please,” I beg. How did it go from him chasing me to me now begging for him? I have no idea, but I really don’t care right now. The need to come is almost unbearable.

He presses hard on my clit, moving faster. I feel myself get wetter, soaking my panties as he sends me over the edge. I cry out his name, my head dropping to his chest as he keeps on playing with me. He draws out my orgasm until my legs are trying to close and I don’t think I can take anymore.

“Lucky.” He groans my name into my ear, burying his face in my neck as his cum coats my stomach. He moves us, taking us down to the bed together. I lie my head on his chest, not saying anything. I can’t believe we did that. My body still tingles with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known while my mind races with thoughts of what this all means for my future.

I feel him play with my hair. I close my eyes. I tell myself that there is no harm in me lying here for a few more moments. To enjoy this a little longer before I have to leave and we have to pretend this never happened. I jerk awake, sitting up. I see a clock on the nightstand that reads four in the morning. Oh my God. Finn wraps an arm around my waist in his sleep, saying my name. My heart flutters.

That’s not good. I can’t have a fluttering heart or butterflies! I already have a crazy notebook that I need to get back from Finn. I take a breath. One thing at a time. Ever so slowly, I slip out of the bed and find my dress. I slide it over my head and look on the ground for my panties. I don’t remember taking them off. When I pick them up I see that they’re ripped. I drop them back down.