I eagerly push his boxers to the side, revealing his cock, hard and enormous. I look up at him as I lower my lips to it, as I press them over the head, let my tongue rub down his shaft. I want him to feel as good as he makes me feel; I begin to pump my head up and down slowly, pausing now and again to stop and circle his head with my tongue. When I give him one long lick, letting my tongue graze his balls as I do so, he moans loudly and grabs the back of my head. He seems to be fighting the urge to push my head down, to force me to take more of him in my mouth. But I want more of him. I want all of him.
I try to relax my throat, and part my lips, then push him in as far as I can. He’s deeper than before, deeper than I thought I could manage, and he groans loudly and finally gives in, pushing on my head lightly so he goes deeper still. I can’t make a sound, not with my throat full of his cock, but I feel my body go hot with arousal, with having so much of him in my mouth. I pull back a little, and pump forward again, again—
“Kenley,” he murmurs. “Don’t make me come yet. I need to fuck you. I need to fuck your pussy, you understand?”
I need it too, and I need it now. I pull back entirely, suck on his head for a moment, then release his cock. He looks down at me, eyes glistening and hungry. “Fuck me hard this time, Finn,” I say.
The words along seem to bring him close to coming. He closes his eyes to regain control, then speaks in a strained voice. “I don’t have a condom— I didn’t think I’d need one. If we can’t—”
I take a breath, let my fingers wander to my pussy, now unashamed to be seen stroking my own clit in front of him. “I’m on the pill,” I say, and surprise moves across his face.
“But I thought -- ”
“They prescribe the pill for other things than birth control, Finn.” I’ve been on it since I was sixteen, to regulate my period.
“God, I want to feel your pussy with nothing between us,” Finn says, and I can hear desperation in his voice, the worry that I’ll change my mind.
But I won’t. I gaze up at him, at his face framed by the stone bleachers and the moonlight. “Please, Finn. I need you.”
He exhales, then grab under my thigh and flips me over onto my stomach. Before I process what exactly has happened, he’s pulling me backward to position me on my hands and knees. He slaps my ass, then runs his fingers along my slit, spreading my cheeks and lips and, I suspect, staring. I want him to stare.
His cock slides into me and I moan. His skin is against mine, his heat, his body pressed into my pussy, and it makes me feel delirious and drunk. I push my hips back toward him; he puts a hand on either side of my ass and begins to fuck me, slow at first, then faster and harder, until each thrust bounces my breasts and hair and makes me feel heady with elation. I can feel an orgasm growing, but I must have some sort of tell, because Finn slows a bit, then reaches down to grab my upper body. He pulls me back toward him, his cock still buried in me, then lies on his back so I’m riding him, I’m facing away— my ass is bouncing up and down in front of his face— and after a few wobbly strokes, I get a rhythm. I lean forward so I can pump my hips on his cock even faster, digging my nails into the stadium’s grass to keep my balance.
“”Kenley,” he groans. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. So tight. I love the way you feel on my bare cock.” He groans and puts his hands on my hips, forcing me onto his cock and holding me there. I can feel it stirring inside me, can feel how deep he is. I glance over my shoulder at him.
“What do you want?” I ask softly. “I want to give it to you.”
Finn’s jaw sets in a firm determined line as he lifts one of my legs, spinning me around on his cock so that we’re face to face, me propped up via my arms on either side of his chest. He lifts me a bit, until he’s out of my pussy entirely. I feel empty, and pout—
“Shh,” he says admonishingly. “You trust me?”
“Of course,” I say.
He lifts his lips to mine and kisses me, while lowering one hand down my side, to my pussy. He dips his fingers into me, wetting them, then slides the tip of one into my ass. I whimper with pleasure that only increases as he pushes his cock back into me, deep, clutching my ass with one hand as he fingers that entrance with the other.