Snatched

“I—” I pant, unable to form words until he takes his hand from my clit.

“Quiet,” Finn says, and I can tell by his tone that he has complete confidence in his ability to make me come again. I realize, for the first time, that this isn’t going to be a quick hookup. Finn plans on us being here a while. A long while.

Understanding that makes me surrender in a way I never have before— a way I never would, if it wasn’t Finn I was surrendering to. I swallow, lift my upper body off the mattress, and look at him over my shoulder. He’s still so impossibly attractive; when I look down and see his cock, knowing it’s been inside me, it makes me feel drunk.

“Finn,” I say, licking my lips.

“Yes?” he asks, and I get the impression that whatever I’m about to say, he planned on it happening. Like he knew he would get me to this point, and is pleased with his work.

I brush my hair behind my ears, where it clings to the layer of sweat covering my body. “I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want to be yours.”

Finn smiles at me, tilts his head to the side. “You’re not as innocent as you look, are you, baby?”

I shake my head. “Please. Fuck me. Don’t stop fucking me.”

Finn’s eyes go dangerous and hungry and excited. He grabs my left ass cheek, squeezes it, then gently pushes me back to the mattress. This time, when he thrusts his cock into me, it’s swift, and there’s even a splash of pain before it all gives way to pleasure. He fucks me, not nearly as hard as I know he could, but hard enough that I have to brace myself against the headboard. After a moment he leans down over me, grabs my upper body, and lifts me up against him, holding me up on his cock as he grinds into me.

“I wanted to make this last,” he growls into my ear, “but hearing you want me to make you mine is too hot for me to keep pacing myself.”

I can’t speak— everything feels too good. I can feel his cock inside me, can feel the blood pumping through it, can feel myself full of him and I want him to come in me so badly I feel the need to shout it, if only I could find the words.

Finn groans, or maybe it’s a growl, into my ear and grasps me tighter against him, then finds my clit with one hand, rubbing it as he fucks me, until I feel like every hand I have on reality is sliding away.

“I’m going to come,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re going to make me come right in that tight little pussy.”

“Harder,” I manage, and Finn moans at the word, thrusting into me deeper, deeper, deeper, until I feel my muscles clench and my clitoris tightening. My orgasm hits me moments before I hear Finn shout from pleasure; he clutches me as he comes in my pussy, bites at my shoulder as his hand trembles against my clit from the force of his own orgasm.

I’m swept away by the sensation of it all, and as the orgasm trails away from my body, I slump forward, held upright only by Finn’s arms, which are so tight around me that I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.

Finn’s grip slowly looses; he lays me down onto the bed as gently as he can, though he seems to be struggling to maintain his own composure. He falls down beside me, then pulls me against him, just as he did last night. We’re both drenched, and I can tell I’ll be sore tomorrow— and also that I won’t regret it one bit.

Finn lowers his hand to remove the condom. Before I think about it I lower my head and lick the top of his cock. Finn strokes my head, and I take him a little deeper into my mouth, massaging his cock with my tongue for a moment before finally releasing him. The taste of his come is sweet and salty, and when I lick my lips Finn shakes his head, as if in wonder.

“You’re not what I expected when we first met, mathlete,” he say, voice gentle. No, adoring. His voice is adoring, and it makes me glow.

“Neither are you,” I say, running a finger up to the head of his cock until he moans. I smile, then nestle back down into his arms.

Chapter 9

“So then I use this to solve it?” Finn asks the next morning, pointing to the x.

It’s only nine o’clock, but I insisted we get up early and have a tutoring session before class. Finn insisted on fucking me again this morning, even though we did it three more times last night, taking a break to order pizza and watch the new Bradley Cooper movie OnDemand.