Snatched

It’s all too much; I lean forward against his chest, then collapse against him entirely, riding him so hard I feel my legs burning from the effort of staying balanced on his cock.

“I’m going to come inside you, Kenley,” he whispers, voice guttural and hungry and amazing.

“I’m going to come too,” I manage as my orgasm begins to overpower me, making the world feel dark, making it impossible to focus on anything but how good he feels in me like this, how amazing it is to know he’ll come inside me with nothing between us.

He twists his hips and, at the same moment, slips a second finger into my ass; it sends me over. I cry out in pleasure as an orgasm rips through me, so powerful I almost faintly hear Finn moan. He stops thrusting with his cock deep in me, and clutches me tightly as he comes, heat in my already hot core. I cry out again, again, a long note of pleasure before exhaustion steals the sound from my throat.

I pant against Finn’s chest; he gently removes his fingers from me so he can wrap his arms around my upper body. The fact that we’re in the middle of the Harton stadium slipped my mind somewhere in the middle of everything— it comes rushing back when I open my eyes and see rows of yard lines, the darkened end zones, yellow goal posts.

“You’re perfect,” Finn mutters in my ear. “I knew it’d be better without a condom, but I didn’t know it’s be that good.” Finn exhales, then slowly rolls me off of him; I moan lightly as his cock slides from my pussy, a flood of wetness following it. I’ve never let anyone come inside me before, and tell Finn as much.

He smiles at me, then kisses my shoulder. “I’m ruining your innocence, mathlete.”

“I’m liking it,” I answer.

“Come on,” he says, and sits up on his elbows. “Let’s go back to my place and sleep?”

“Yes, please,” I say, and shakily rise to collect my clothes. They’re scattered around the fifty yard line, and I feel weird when I put them back on— in part, because I’m sweaty and the skinny jeans do not want to go up, and in part because they’re Mandy’s clothes.

“I don’t know how Mandy wears this stuff.” I complain as I jump up and down, trying to get the jeans on.

“Why were you wearing Mandy’s clothes to start with?” Finn asks as he yanks his shirt on over his head.

I roll my eyes at myself, flush a bit. “It’s stupid.”

“Tell me,” Finn says, looking amused. I’m dressed— though anyone with a brain will be able to tell I’m sex-rumpled—so Finn takes my hand and we start toward the door on the other side of the stadium.

“Ugh, it’s also embarrassing. Don’t be mad?” I say.

“Tell me,” he pushes again, already looking amused, like whatever I’m about to say is going to be a big joke.

“So, Mandy really, really though you were cheating on me. Or not cheating, exactly— she thought that I thought our relationship is more serious than you do. So she wanted me to go to Football House and see you at a party when you didn’t know I was there.”

“Okay…” Finn says, frowning a bit, though his eyes still look entertained.

“So yeah. She had me wear her clothes so I was in disguise, you know?”

Finn nods. “Okay, sure. Did you see everything you wanted to see? Is Mandy satisfied?” he asks, a touch more of the humor gone. I feel the need to backpedal—

“Yes, yes. Obviously. I believed in you, Finn, really, but Mandy was just worried. I mean, she’s my sister, and she sees the guys at Football House acting like girls are sex dolls…she was just looking out for me. And now she believes in you too, so she’s going to lighten up.”

“Good,” Finn says. We’re at the door now; Finn holds it open for me, and the stars disappear as we enter the dark concrete corridors. “Is your sister always so tough on the guys you date?”

“Not usually. But you’re not like the other guys I date,” I remind him. “Not like there’s even been that many.”

“So now your sister is okay with us being together?”

“Of course,” I say, pushing through the loading dock doors. “I mean, she threw that gymnast at you and you turned her down. If that doesn’t give her faith, what will?”

I keep walking for a few steps before realizing Finn has stopped behind me. I turn to look at him; his brows are furrowed. “She…threw that gymnast at me?”

I smile nervously. “That girl is a friend of hers. Mandy just wanted to see what you’d do if someone like her came along. If you’d turn her away.”

“You mean, she – the both of you -- set me up,” Finn says, shaking his head.