Snatched

“That makes sense,” I say. “You think he’ll leave?”

Finn shakes his head. “No. He’s a master manipulator. He’ll just fuck with my life until he gets bored.”

“Really?”

Finn nods without looking at me.

“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, stepping a bit closer to him and leaning my head against his bicep.

“No. I’d rather just pretend it didn’t happen. I’d rather just…forget him.”

I inhale. That’s probably not the most psychologically sound thing he could do, but I can’t blame the guy for wanting to do it. I kiss his arm through his shirt sleeve and he leans down and kisses the top of my head. I look up.

“I have some ideas on how you could forget, if you want to go back to your room,” I say, trying to sound playful and serious at once.

Finn smiles, but it’s still only half real— like he feels obligated to smile, but can’t muster any real happiness for it. He lifts a hand, then runs his fingers down my side, letting them curve in at my breasts just enough that I shiver pleasantly.

“No,” he finally says.

“Oh. Ok,” I say, embarrassed. I try to step away, but Finn pulls me back toward him. Together, we walk a few steps backward, into a spot by the fifty yard line where there’s a shadowy space between the orbs of two security lights. Once we’re in the darkness, Finn slides a hand up my shirt and squeezes one of my breasts, letting his thumb play over my nipple. It hardens to his touch.

“Here?” I ask, alarmed. “But the dorm—” I point to the windows of the dorms and hotel rooms that overlook the stadium.

“I can’t wait,” Finn says huskily, then lifts my shirt off. My arms instinctively raise to let him pull it over my head, despite my reservations. “I need you now.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, biting my lip. He steps back and observes my bra— a black lacy bralette that’s more for comfort than sex appeal. Despite this, I see his pants stir, and know he’s getting hard for me.

“Nervous?” Finn asks.

I nod, licking my lips. Finn’s eyes burn bright with lust, and he reaches down to pull his t-shirt over his head. Even in the darkness, I can see the tone of his abdominals, the curve of his shoulders, the line of his pectorals. He reaches down to my jeans and unbuttons them, drags the zipper down, then attempts to pull the pants themselves off me— but they’re too tight. He frowns.

“They’re my sisters. I hate jeans,” I stammer. When did the oxygen leave my lungs?

“Hm,” Finn says. I'm about to sit on the ground and tug them off in the least sexy way imaginable, but then Finn swoops me up over his shoulder. He grabs hold of the back waistband of my pants and yanks them down; with my legs straight from my position, they peel off much easier. When they make it to my ankles, they get caught again. Finn pulls me from his shoulder and cradles me in his arms, which allows me to reach down the tug them off entirely. He kneels then, and sets me down right on the fifty, my spine in line with the white paint. The grass prickles at my skin— though that might be excitement, not grass. I can’t even tell.

Finn pushes one of my bra cups to the side and lowers his mouth to my nipple, sucking on it gently as his right hand wanders down toward my panties. He plays with the material for a moment, wrapping it around his fingers, never quite touching my pussy directly even as I squirm to get his hand to my clit.

“Are these expensive?” Finn releases my nipple just long enough to ask.

“The panties? No— I don’t—” I start, but before I can get the words, Finn has given them one sharp yank. The seam on one side splits, and they fly off me, leaving me truly exposed to the night sky. I lift my hips upward toward Finn’s hand, and am finally rewarded when his thumb strokes my slit, releasing the wetness building up there.

“I never get tired of touching you,” Finn murmurs onto my skin before nosing the other bra cup aside and licking that nipple lightly. “I never get tired of seeing you undressed.”

“You’re still wearing clothes,” I pant at him, wincing with desire as his thumb grazes my clit.

“Take my dick out, baby,” Finn commands gruffly.

I don’t need to be told twice; I sit up and grab Finn’s belt buckle. I unhook it, then unbutton his pants and tug them down until I can see the tent his erection has created in his boxers. I smile and chew my lip in excitement.

“Suck my cock, Kenley,” Finn says. “I want to be in your sweet mouth.”