SNATCHED (A Sports Romance)

by Harper James

  There’s a moment where I regain my sense a bit, a moment where I realize how insane this is— not just because he’s a client, but because he’s Finn Thorne. He’s a famous football player, he’s an athlete, he’s a million feet tall, and I’m a math kid. I’m suppose to be with other charming nerdy hipsters, not guys like this—

  But then Finn’s tongue finds my clit, and I’m gone.

  No one’s ever gone down on me before— no one’s ever made me wet like this before. My back arches involuntarily, and I wrap my knees around Finn’s back. I feel so exposed to him, and it scares me in the best way. He slides his hands up my body, to my breasts, then massages them as he delicately sucks on my clit. I feel the orgasm rising in my chest, I lift my hips toward his mouth and put my hands on the back of his head, pulling him closer to me. He releases my clit the moment before the orgasm crashed into me, leaving me restless and sweating and whining in long, deep gasps.

  “We’re not in a rush,” he mumbles against my thigh, then kisses me and darts his tongue into my pussy. I’m entirely sure I agree with his words, but I like the feeling of his mouth moving down my legs so much I have little to say in response. I realize that he’s still dressed. I grab for the top of his shirt and pull, though my grasp is weak and my breath short. Finn laughs, then rises and pulls his shirt over his head.

  My eyes widen, lips part hungrily. I’d seen him in that towel, sure, but to have him right here, straddling my knees while shirtless, is something else entirely. He’s ripped, muscles on muscles, curves and hardness in places I’d never expect. I lift my fingers and shamelessly let them drag along his abdomen, wishing I could reach up to his chest. Finn watches me; I meet his eyes and I let my fingers travel down to the top of his boxers. I push my fingertips under the elastic, run them along the line of fabric to his hip bones.

  “You want me inside you, baby?” Finn asks dangerously.

  “Yes,” I say shyly, nodding feverishly.

  Finn swallows and closes his eyes; a pained expression flashes over his face. “I don’t have any condoms, Kenley. I didn’t know—”

  I can’t stop the disappointed sound that rises from my throat— I haven’t even seen his cock, but I know I want it in me, I know I want him to fuck me— a thought that pops into my head in exactly those words, words I’ve never thought about anyone before, much less someone who looks like he could easily hurt me, if he weren’t careful.

  “We’re not in a rush,” I remind him in a whisper, and his eyes flash hungrily and then leans down to kiss me on the mouth. I can feel his cock pressing against my stomach, hard and long and thick and I need it, I need it now, even if I can’t have him buried inside my pussy. Who am I, thinking these things?

  Finn pulls away from the kiss, arrogant and pleased. He sits back up onto his knees, takes my hand, and returns it to the hem of his boxers.

  “Take out my cock,” he commands, and I shudder excitedly at his dirty words and what’s to come. I tug down one side of his boxers, than the other, until his erection springs out.

  “Oh my god,” I say involuntarily. Finn’s cock is huge— just like the rest of him, so it stands to reason, I guess, but I still wasn’t prepared for this. It has to been eight or nine inches, at least, but it’s also thick in a way that makes my pussy ache to feel it in me. I reach forward, now nervous, not convinced I know what to do with something this size; when I look back up at Finn, he’s watching me.

  When my fingers dance along his shaft, he moans and flexes forward the smallest bit. It’s enough to give me confidence; I sit up, rolling over me knees so that I’m kneeling before him. I take his cock in both hands— he’s longer than my fists put together, and begin to pump them, rocking my body forward and backward as I do. Finn groans and put his hands on my shoulders as I press with my fingertips along the underside of his shaft, letting my fingers brush against the head with each push.

  “Suck on me,” Finn says through pleasure-gritted teeth.

  I press my lips together worriedly. “I’ve never —”

  “Kenley,” Finn says, panting, “Suck on my cock right now.”

  I fall down to my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows so that I’m the perfect height to wrap my lips around his cock.

  I’m nervous. I’ve never done this before, and even if I had, there’s no way it could have prepared me for something as enormous and intimidating as Finn’s dick.

  But I’m so, so eager to feel Finn in my mouth that my nerves are ebbing away. I lick my lips and look up at his eyes; Finn puts a hand gently on the back of my head, guiding my mouth forward. My lips arrive at the head of his cock, and he pushes himself into my mouth, filling it, hot cock pressed against my tongue, dangerously close to the back of my throat.

  He’s barely in me halfway, and for a moment, I worry he’ll want me to deep throat him— I don’t even know the logistics of that. But Finn is patient, and even though he could push my head farther down, force more of his dick into me, he goes easy, sliding his cock back and forth along my tongue.

  It’s only after a few moments of this that I feel confident enough to grab the base of his cock with my hands. I begin to move my tongue, rubbing it along the underside of his cock as he moves in me. Finn moans, lets his head rock back.

  “Good girl, Kenley,” he murmurs. “Good girl, suck it just like that.” Every few thrusts, I pull him out of my mouth entirely and lick around the head of his cock, let my tongue lap at him hungrily. He’s so hard now, so large; I let his cock dance along my lips for a moment; just when I’m about to put him back in my mouth, he pulls away.

  There’s a moment where I think I must have done something wrong, but then he moves at lightening speed. He lies down beside me, head near my hips, then grabs me and rolls me onto him, pushing my knees open and lowering my pussy down onto his face.

  I shout his name in surprise; he responds by pressing his tongue into my pussy, running it around my entrance until I feel myself grinding my hips down toward his face. His cock is so erect I can’t possibly continue to suck on it if I lay down on him; I sit up as best I can and lower my mouth to the head of his dick, rolling my tongue over it, trying to focus on what I’m doing to him rather than what he’s doing to me…but it’s nearly impossible.

  “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.

  “Where the hell have you been?” Mandy practically shouts at me when I open the apartment door.

  “I lost my keys and couldn't get in last night.”

  “You should have called! Or at least answered your phone when I called!” she says, glaring at me as I shoulder past her and toss my purse on the table.

  “My phone died.”

  “I bought you a little portable charger for Christmas last year,” Mandy says, following me to my room.

  “Okay, and I should have had it with me, but I didn't, and that's why I didn't call. I'm fine, Mandy. Only a few people even saw my walk of shame,” I say, motioning to the party dress I'm wearing once again. “Besides, you were out all night, too.”

  “With Bradley,” she says, like being with Bradley is akin to being with the President or something. “Who were you with?” she asks. I pause. It's enough to put Mandy on high alert. “A guy? Christ, tell me you didn't go home with one of those pathetic freshman football players.”

  “I did not go home with a freshman football player,” I confirm. She folds her arms, waiting for me to fully answer the question. “I went home with Finn Thorne.”

  “Oh my god! Seriously? Did he try anything?”

  “Mandy, stop! He didn't try anything. I mean, he did, but— he took care of me, and then when I came around we both wanted it.”

  “You had sex with him?” she nearly shouts.

  “No! And even if I did, I'm wagering you had sex with Bradley,” I countered.

  “That’s different. Finn is trouble, Kenley, and you know it. Everyone knows it. And oh, yeah, he got arrested the first time you met for fighting. I’m not saying he isn’t hot. I’m not even saying having sex with him wouldn’t be enjoyable or whatever. But he’s a bad idea. Bradley has some friends on the rowing team— let me introduce you to them, if athletes are suddenly your thing.”

  “Why would I want to meet them?” I ask, exasperated.

  Mandy looks surprised that I’d even ask. “Because they’re every bit as hot as any of those football players, but without any of the aggression that comes from years of being told to smash into people and the resulting concussions. How about that?”

  I press my lips together, shake my head at her. Mandy has always been quick on her feet— I should have known not to ask her a question like that. “Look, Finn isn’t aggressive. He got in that fight because someone was shitty to me. If someone’s shitty to you, what’s Bradley going to do? Threaten to have his dad sue them?”

  Mandy’s nostrils flare. “Okay, one, you don’t even know Bradley. And two, is that what you want in a guy? Someone who can beat up people for you? Because I think you’re after a bodyguard, then, not a boyfriend.”

  “This is pointless, Mandy. I’m not after any of those things. And really, it’s none of your business,” I snap, and start to shut my bedroom door. But her words have shaken me a little bit. I don’t regret what I did with Finn last night, but am I being naïve to think it could really go anywhere? He’s a sexy football player who’s headed for the NFL. I think about those girls he was with that night. How could one person – how could I -- ever be enough for him?

  “It’s mom’s business, though!” Mandy shouts.

  I freeze, speak without turning around. “Why the hell is it her business, exactly?”

  Mandy is treading very, very carefully. “You know you can have a relationship with a tutoring client. If mom tells Dr. Reams—“

  “Why would you tell mom, Mandy? Seriously? What’s the point?” I whirl around and face her, face tight with anger. “Because I’m not doing what you want?”

  “I’m not trying to be like this! I just think he’s bad for you. How are you not seeing the warning signs?” Mandy says, and from the glint of worry in her eyes, I can tell she knows she’s gone too far by threatening to tell our mother.

  “You’re only seeing warning signs, and conveniently ignoring the fact that when you left me at a party alone, while I was drinking, Finn Thorne is the one that helped me out,” I answer. “Which, by the way— you leaving me there can also be mom’s business.”

  Mandy’s eyes narrow. This is the perfect potential retaliation. Our mother has been drilling into us the concept of safety in numbers, especially on a college campus, since we were in middle school— and as the older sister, Mandy has always been expected to take responsibility of me. Finding out she left me at a party, especially a Football House party, would be almost as bad as my mom finding out something was going on between me and a tutoring client.

  “You know what, fine. Do what you want. Hook up with a football player. Everyone else here does,” Mandy says, then turns around and goes to her own room, slamming the door behind her.

  I make it to class, though between Finn and fighting with Mandy, I can hardly focus. When Dr. Reams asks to speak to me afterward, I steel myself for another argument. Surely, surely Mandy hasn’t gotten the news about me and Finn to Dr. Reams? Not this quickly, anyway. I slide into the chair across from Dr. Reams’ desk and wait patiently as he rustles through files and folders on his desk.

  Dr. Reams has a sort of Beautiful Mind vibe to him; tweed jackets, wire-rimmed glasses, and an office that seems to be decorated in yellows and grays and beiges, like its entire contents are made of paper
. He also, however, has an aging frat boy vibe to him; look closely, and you’ll see that the sepia tone photos are actually old newspaper articles about Harton’s winning football seasons, and that the paisley tie he’s wearing is little Harton “H”s all fancied up. If there’s such a thing as a football nerd, Dr. Reams is absolutely the biggest one.

  I’m always nervous until Dr. Reams begins talking. The situation with Finn makes me only more so.

  “Alright, Kenley, let’s see,” Dr. Reams says, opening his laptop and scrolling through something. It’s his email— I can see the screen reflected in his glasses. My stomach clenches. Did Mandy really email him or mom? She wouldn’t. Dr. Reams is scrolling, scrolling, scrolling— “Here we go.” He looks up at me and doesn’t smile, though to be fair, he never smiles. “I received an email today from Finn Thorne’s mathematics professor. He had a pop quiz this morning. He failed.”

  “Oh! Well, we haven’t… I mean, my instructions were that he had to pass his first test. No one alerted me to the possibility of a pop quiz,” I say, fighting to keep a straight face.

  “Hence the term ‘pop quiz’.”

  “I’m just getting started with him,” I say, voice floundering as I try hard not to remember Finn’s cock in my mouth— stop it Kenley stop stop stop. “He will be fully prepared for his first major test, which, if I recall correctly, counts for forty percent of his grade.”

  “I know he’s something of a troubled boy, what with his past in Florida and all, but you need to get him through the course,” Dr. Reams says. “I’m collecting applications for my summer program early this year, by the way, should you want to go ahead and start preparing yours.” It’s a reminder what’s at stake, and my stomach flips.

  “I’m happy to,” I say, nodding. “Thanks for letting me know about the quiz.”