Snatched

“We’re supposed to be unpacking, you know. You have training in two hours. Whatever will they do without their fearless leader?” I say, but my voice is a daring whisper.

“Two hours, hm?” Finn asks, lowering his mouth to my neck. He bites gently at the skin there, just hard enough to make me try (and fail) to squirm away. “Two hours alone with you, in our new apartment, and you want us to spend it unpacking?”

“One of us has to be the responsible one,” I say, but I’m already arcing my body up against his, already feeling my stomach tingle in want. We’ve been together for almost six months, but I still find myself electrified whenever he touches me like this.

“Responsible? We’ve got one more year in college together. We’re practically required by law to be irresponsible,” Finn answers, then slides a hand down my side, letting his thumb lift up just enough that he teases the side of my breast. I can’t stop the short moan of anticipation that rises from my throat; Finn makes a satisfied sound in response.

“Okay…” I relent— as if I would have refused him. I’m not sure I ever have. He continues sliding his hand down my leg, then rotates it over my thigh and squeezes gently. I’m wearing the least sexy clothes I own— who dresses up for moving day?— but it clearly doesn’t phase Finn in the slightest. He tugs gently at the corner of my faded Harton sweatpants, which give up my modestly easily. I reach for the edge of my panties to help him, but he swats my hand away.

“Not yet,” he says, and kisses my neck again. I exhale, trying not to look too excited. I love it when he’s like this— when he undresses me, when he kisses me, when he fucks me like I’m something to be admired and worshipped. He gathers my wrists in his and lifts my arms up over my head. “You know, moving in with me is probably going to mean we have sex far more often. Are you sure you’re ready for that? Think you can handle it?” he says, pushing my shirt up over my breasts with his free hand. He lowers his mouth and licks my nipple through my bra.

“I think I’ll manage,” I say hoarsely, trying to press my nipple farther into his mouth. He allows it, sucking on me gently as his free hand snakes underneath my back to unhook my bra. He pushes it up and off my breasts with his chin, then takes my nipple in his mouth again; I groan, and feel myself growing wetter at his touch.

“I don’t know. We’ve still got a lot of firsts left to try. That’s awfully…taxing on your body,” he says, lifting off me. He releases my wrists and swings one leg over me. I bite my lip when I see his erection is already straining at his pants. He tugs my bra off and tosses it aside.

“Try me,” I say, and there’s a tremble of anticipation in my voice.

“I plan to,” Finn says, smiling wolfishly. He reaches down and hooks a finger through the bottom of my panties, tugging them down a tiny bit, letting the top of his hand brush against my pussy. My hips lift up to him, a smile passes over my lips; Finn drops his head to mine and kisses me, his tongue pushing into my mouth at the same moment one of his fingers presses up against my clit. I cry out, the sound swallowed by his lips against mine.

“You know I love you, right?” he whispers to me.

“I do,” I answer, the words tangled in my throat.

“Good,” he says, smiling against me. The word has barely left his mouth before he spun me over onto my stomach. He reaches between my legs and strokes my clit to keep me still with pleasure as he tugs his pants down with his free hand. I feel his cock spring forward and slap against my bare ass cheeks, and my skin lights up in response.

Finn continues to stroke my clit, but lets his hand wander along my ass, squeezing gently. I know he’s staring at me, staring at where he’s about to enter me, and rather than feeling shy, it makes me arc my ass toward him so he can get a better view. He wets his thumb in my pussy and teases my asshole for a moment, then lines his cock up with my pussy entrance.

“Please, Finn,” I stammer when he pauses— he wants me to beg. He loves it when I beg, and honestly, I love it too. Needing him makes getting him all the more satisfying.

“You’re lucky I’m impatient right now,” he says, and then pushes his cock deep into me in a single, swift thrust. I groan, a sound that morphs into a scream of pleasure when he lifts my hips up against his so he can get even deeper. I still haven’t gotten over how it feels to be full of him, how it feels to have his weight on me, his body in mine.