Snatched

“Finn,” I say weakly around his cock. “I’m going to come.”

“Come, baby,” he says into my pussy. “Come on my mouth.”

I try to say something in response, but Finn presses his hips upward, and his cock fills my mouth. I grab hold of his legs to hold myself up; at that same moment, Finn licks me, long and hard, his tongue traveling from my clit to my ass. No one’s ever touched me there before, much less tongued me there, and I find the already wild orgasm that was building in my chest grows to unheard of strength. Finn must notice my reaction; his cock grows harder in my mouth, and he pauses at my ass, pushing his tongue against it for a moment before moving back to my clit. I can’t hold back anymore, and from the heat and rock-hardness in my mouth, neither can he. I suck harder, unsure if I’ll be able to finish him off if I come first— unsure if I’ll be able to move ever again, after this orgasm.

Finn has his arms wrapped around my waist already, but now he pulls me tighter against him, and I feel electricity rocketing through me. He groans against me, and I know he must be close too; I push my head down and pump him in and out of my mouth as quickly as I can— until the orgasm takes over.

“Suck my dick, baby,” he groans. “I want my cock in your mouth when you come.”

I’ve never come like this before. Heat sweeps through me, blinds me, and I hear myself crying out, no, almost screaming— except the sound is muffled by Finn’s cock, still deep in my throat. My elbows are wobbling, unable to hold me up, but I want him to come too, I want him to come right now, while I feel wild, while I feel heat scorching from him mouth on my clit through every inch of my body.

I pull my body up, meaning to push back down onto his cock again, but right as I lift, his cock flexes and he groans against my clit, squeezing me tight against him. His cock is wedged between my breasts when he begins to come, white hot and slick against my skin. He slaps my ass and I moan his name, pant it, breathe it, until my arms give in and I fall forward onto him.

We lie there for a minute, sweating, exhausted, breathing hard. I let my fingers run along his cock, embarrassed about how much I like the feeling of his come between us. He finally rolls me off of him, gently, then sits up.

His eyes travel to my breasts, to the wetness there. I reach up and stroke one of my nipples. I’ve never let a man come on me before, but I relish how dirty and wonderful it felt. How much I like him observing his handiwork right now.

“You’re a mess,” he says gently, his eyes softer.

“Your fault,” I respond, and he lies back down beside me.

“You look sexy covered in my come,” he says, tweaking my other nipple as he takes in what he’s done to me. Then he offers me a spot in his arms, pressed against him. I can’t believe how tired I feel suddenly; being with Finn took every drop of energy I had.

“Believe me now?” he whispers down to me.

“Hmm?”

“That I want you. Badly. And repeatedly,” he says. I open my eyes as I blush, and look up at him.

“I believe you.”

“Good,” he says, and kisses the top of my head lightly. “Now go to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“We do?” I ask through a yawn as I wrap a leg over one of Finn’s.

“You have class. I have practice. We both have a tutoring session. And tomorrow night, Kenley? I’m going to make sure I have condoms, because I am going to fuck you. Hard. Again and again until you’re so sore you can’t walk.”

“Okay,” I say, heat flooding between my legs. Nervousness creeps up my spine as I wonder how I’m going to

Finn slides a hand down my back and slaps my ass. “You only look like a good girl, don’t you?”

I arch my back a little, encouraging him to spank me again. “I’ve never been like this before.”

“Good,” he says, then smacks me on the ass again. I smile against his chest, and then quickly, blissfully, fall asleep.

Chapter 7

Finn has practice at six o'clock in the morning, but as I firmly believe no one needs two six o'clocks in a single day, I'm still half asleep when he leaves. I wake up at nine, with just enough time to dash home and change before my first class.

Honestly, I'd skip it entirely and just spend the day basking in last night's glow, but it's my class with Dr. Reams, so I can't play hooky. It's going to be hard to focus on class when I'm hyper with the memory of him telling me that tonight, he planned to fuck me properly.