SNATCHED (A Sports Romance)

by Harper James

  “Oh,” I say quietly.

  “So I would follow recipes on the backs of cans and make what I could. I can make basic Nestle Tollhouse cookies like a boss.”

  This makes me laugh a little, and I take another bite. “Are you and your mom close?”

  Finn’s jaw twitches again. “Yes and no. I talk to her, and I know she watches all the games. She was upset when I left Florida to come here, even though I’m just about the same distance from her, driving-wise. But I try not to give her too much of…” He takes a breath. “Myself? She’s a little bit of a whirlwind. Sometimes she’s up, sometimes she’s down. I’m pretty sure she’s manic depressive, but she’d never go get tested for it. In high school I realized that I needed to keep a little bit of a barrier between the two of us, or I’d get swept up in it all.”

  I’m stunned, not just by the revelation, but by the fact that he’s talking so much. It’s a moment before I realize my fork is hovering by my mouth, like someone paused me mid-bite. I set it down and lick my lips. “My dad died. When I was so little I don't remember him. Even Mandy barely remembers him.”

  “I didn't know that,” Finn says softly.

  I shrug. “It was a long time ago. Thing is, I'm pretty sure my parents were going to get divorced. They're both scientists, and apparently what was sort of a healthy competition in grad school got super unhealthy when my mom had some big successes. So they were going to split up, but then he died instead. It's just a weird thing I guess.”

  “I imagine. Does your mom talk about him?”

  “Not really? And I don't mind, exactly. I mean, I don't know who he was to miss him, exactly. And my mom did a great job raising us. But then I feel like maybe I'm doing something wrong, not missing him? Isn’t there some sort of psychology behind this? Shouldn’t I have like…daddy issues or something?”

  Finn laughs a little. “Maybe you do, but just don’t recognize them. I probably have all sorts of issues I don’t spot. My mom—“ he pauses, like he’s unsure, then forges ahead, “my mom used to be a stripper. And I’m pretty sure she was giving more than a few of her clients happy endings.”

  “Oh. Wow,” I say, eyebrows lifting. What do you say to that, exactly?

  “Yeah. It’d be one thing if she was doing it to make ends meet with me, you know? But it was mostly for drugs. So. Yeah. I’ve surely got some deep seated issues somewhere, between my mom and my dad.”

  “But,” I say, sticking my fork back into my food, “your mom and dad mean that you’re an amazing cook.”

  “And they’re why I started playing football— I wanted to get out of the house,” he adds.

  “And I’m guessing they’re why you’re a classics major. Or at least why you’re obsessed with Hercules. You know— the idea of the noble hero.”

  “You sure you’re not a psych major, mathlete?” Finn says, grinning.

  “Positive. And speaking of, we’ve only got two hours before you have weightlifting, right? We’d better start,” I say, setting my plate aside and reaching for my bag of tutoring supplies.

  “Two hours.” Finn rolls his eyes. “I can learn whatever it is I need to know in one. Which means we have plenty of time for extracurriculars…” Finn says, drifting off, eyes gleaming as his gaze rakes up my body.

  I bite my lip, trying not to smile at him. “Math first. Then if there’s time…we’ll see.”

  “Yes, teacher,” he says teasingly. “But come on. You’ve got to give me some motivation.”

  “Not getting thrown off the team? Me getting my summer internship with Dr. Reams?”

  Finn smiles, then leans across the couch, lowering his head to kiss my ankle, my leg, sneaking up to my knee— “Sure, sure. But I mean some immediate motivation. The kind that means we finish working faster, so we can get to more enjoyable activities.”

  “What are you suggesting?” I ask coyly.

  “I get an answer right, you remove an article of clothing.”

  “And if you get one wrong?” I ask.

  “I remove an article of clothing.”

  I consider this, then shake my head. “You win either way. You know I’m not going to be able to sit here and tutor you if you’re naked.”

  “That’s not a bad thing,” he says as he begins to kiss my neck.

  “Finn – ” I groan.

  “You need to get fucked soon, don’t you baby?” His lips are at my collarbone, warm and soft against my skin.

  “Yes,” I manage.

  “Then you have to do what I say.”

  My head is spinning. “Okay,” I say.

  “Good girl,” he says, and goes to get his books.

  Chapter 12

  But I’m not going to make it that easy for him. Once he’s back with his books, I move to the other side of the room, my back up against the door. He watches me, curious.

  I reach down and pull my shirt off slowly, then my jeans.

  “Kenley—”

  “Shhh,” I say playfully, down to my bra and panties now. I’m pleased when I see an erection pressing at his pants, though have to fight back the desire to run to him and feel it myself. “We’re on chapter three. Open the book.”

  Finn lifts an eyebrow, his eyes raking up my body, lingering on my breasts and pussy. I’m so wet already that my panties are sticking to my skin, and I’m sure he can see the outline of my pussy through the fabric. “I can’t concentrate on math when you’re half naked.”

  “It’ll be good for you,” I say, but secretly, I know that if he cracks— if he rushes to me and spanks me for trying to boss him around— I’ll like it just as much as I’m liking this. “It will help you learn to block out distractions.”

  He turns to chapter three in the book.

  “Explain it to me. When you’re explaining it well, I’ll walk toward you. If not…I’ll walk backward,” I say.

  Finn shakes his head at me, but I can tell he’s game. “Alright,” he says with a sort of laugh-sigh. “Here we go.”

  He starts in on the chapter, stumbling a little— for a moment he gets so turned around that I don’t think he’s paying attention to me at all anymore. But then he glances up, sees that I’m halfway to him, and his eyes hood with lust. “Okay, so that means if I’ve solved here,” he says, holding the book up and pointing to one of the problems, “then I can figure it out, but if that information isn’t available—“

  I’m walking closer, closer, each step careful and slow. When I’m halfway, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, then slowly drag it down my arms. Finn groans, and I see him almost end this whole charade and storm toward me. Instead, he takes a breath and tries to steady himself.

  The cool air in the apartment licks at my nipples; I reach up and pull my ponytail down, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. Finn’s cock is pushing hard against his pants now, but he’s stopped speaking, so I stop moving.

  “Kenley,” he growls, a warning that he’s about to crack.

  “Can you do the three problems on the page?”

  He growls again, but drops the book open on his bed and grabs for a notepad. He scribbles furiously, taking his phone and typing in calculations with one finger. He solves one, a second, and third—

  “It’s correct,” he says firmly. I smile at him, then go over to the bed and glance down at the notebook. The first is correct, so is—

  I jump when I feel Finn’s hand’s on my hips. “Surely you’ve got to lean over farther than that to see my handwriting,” he says. I bite my lip and nod, then lower my upper body farther down, till I’m leaning on my elbows. He holds onto my hips hard, rubbing his finger along my skin, and I feel his eyes on me.

  “The second problem?” he asks, his voice far more patient now that he’s in control again. And he is in control again, it’s clear, and it’s amazingly hot.

  “It’s correct,” I say, trying to focus on the numbers in front of me.

  “Told you,” Finn answers. Holding me tight against him— I can feel his cock pushing betwee
n my cheeks—he slips several fingers under my panties, and tugs them down to my thighs. “The third?”

  My breath is rattling, my heart racing, because I have no idea where Finn is going to touch me next, what he’s doing to do, where he’s going to put what, and I am desperate for answers. When I try to glance back over my shoulder at him, he reaches forward and gently, though firmly, turns my head back to the paper. I’m calculating as quickly as I can, but my mind feels blurry, the want for him making my stomach flip. “I think— yes. The third is correct.”

  Finn gives a grunt of satisfaction, then moves one hand between my thighs, letting the edge of his fingers tease at my pussy. “Teasing me like that isn’t nice, Kenley.” He raps a hand on my left ass cheek and I squeal in something between pain and delight and hunger for more. I hear him make a contented sound behind me. I start to lift up—

  “No, Kenley,” he says, urging me back down. I heard a shuffle of fabric, then whimper as I feel his bare cock against my ass. “You’re in charge, maybe, when we’re talking mathematics. But I think we both know I’m in charge when we’re fucking. Right?”

  “Yes, yes,” I say, breathless, arching my back, eager to feel his cock closer to me— eager to feel it in me, hurt at the knowledge that he can’t just fuck me right now, without a condom. The idea of him bare inside me is so arousing that my knees feel wobbly.

  “Good. Glad we understand that,” he says, then strokes my clit with a finger, until make a nearly purr-like sound in my throat, a sound I don’t think I’ve ever made before. He slips a finger into my pussy, playing at the edges of my entrance, the pulls away and lowers to his knees. I jump when I feel his warm breath on my thighs, then feel myself melting as he licks, long and slow, along the length of clit, all the way to my ass. On his knees, he’s the exact height to lick my pussy like this, the exact height to suck my clit between his lips, and I moan shamelessly.

  He pulls away, spanks me again, then rises. I know better than to look back, but my body is electric waiting for his touch again. “Sit on the bed,” he instructs. I do so, spinning around, immediately spreading my legs for him. He lets his eyes explore my pussy for a moment, then strokes it tenderly. “Touch yourself,” he says.

  “What?” I say, alarmed.

  “Touch yourself,” he says plainly.

  “Oh,” I say, and whatever shamelessness I’d born before was gone— he wants me to touch myself? In front of him? The idea itself is making me flush, and I haven’t even started. I tenderly pull my legs a little farther apart, and reach down to my clit.

  Here’s the truth— I’m lousy at getting myself off without a vibrator, and even then, the orgasms are a fraction of what I experience with Finn. I feel clumsy as I rub my clit with two fingers; Finn studies me, his cock hard and pointed straight to the sky. Looking at it helps— imagining it in me helps— but I’m still a poor substitute for him. I turn red, embarrassed at my own ineptitude.

  Finn notices, and smiles at me. “Relax,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you. Are you worried I’m not?”

  “No,” I say, even though I sort of was. “I just— you’re better at this than me.”

  He climbs on top of me, hovering over my body; his cock drifts along my stomach, tickling at the underside of my breasts. I tremble.

  “Don’t work so hard on your clit just yet,” Finn says, his eyes locked on mine. At that exact moment, I’d been furious rubbing my clit; I back off. “Play with it. Tease it. I want you to run your fingers along the sides of your pussy. I want you to think about me thrusting into you that first time.”

  I nod weakly. Finn lowers his face a bit and kisses my neck lightly, letting his breath dance across my skin. He kicks one leg over me, so he’s on his side next to me. My eyes follow him, never breaking the contact, my hands still obeying his commands. I see him slide a hand down his waist, and dare to look down to see him gently stroking his cock. Something about seeing this— have I ever seen a man touch himself before?— makes a moan slip from my lips.

  “Think about something you’re afraid to tell me you want to do,” Finn says, voice nearly a whisper. “What is it you secretly want, Kenley? You want me to fuck you, but there’s something more. There’s something else. There always is. Put a finger into your pussy and think about that.”

  My chest feels fluttery as I obey. Truthfully? There are a thousand things I want Finn to do to me. I want him to pick me up and hold me on his cock. I want him to tie me up and spank me. I even want him to fuck my ass, which terrifies me, but yet…the idea of it is so amazing. I want to try everything with Finn, in a scandalous, dirty sort of way that I’ve never wanted before.

  I whimper.

  “Good,” Finn says. “Now go back to your clit, but you circle your fingers around it, like I do with my tongue when I’m eating your pussy.” I obey, and now, I can feel the beginning of an orgasm rising in my chest, straining at me. Finn looks away from me, watching my hands; he reaches down and knocks my knees farther aside so he can get a better view, unafraid to be staring at this private act.

  “Your pussy is so beautiful, Kenley,” he says. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve got to be in you.”

  “Please, fuck me—”

  “Not yet,” he says, though I can hear the anticipation in his voice. “You’re going to make yourself come. And then I’m going to make you come.” He looks back up at me. “Use your other hand to squeeze your nipples. Gently. Rub them.”

  I do so, and even though I never really touch my breasts when I masturbate, it makes me feel alive and fiery and powerful and oh, I can feel myself tiptoeing toward and orgasm, step by step, bit by bit. I let a finger dance across the top of my clit, and Finn makes an approving noise. He reaches over to the nightstand for a condom, which he tears open and slides over himself.

  “When you come, Kenley, I’m going to start fucking you. I’m going to put my cock in you and fill you up. You understand that?” he says as he does so.

  I moan— yes, yes, I understand, and I want it, and the want is pushing me over.

  “Come on, baby,” Finn says, lowering his head to murmur these words against my neck. “Come so I can fuck you. Let me bury my cock in you. You know you want it. You know you want to feel me take you.” His breath is hot, his scent overpowering, and yes— I’m going to come. I try to say this, but I’m afraid to speak, for fear I’ll lose this hard won orgasm and have to wait for Finn to enter me.

  Instead, I cry out, a small, quiet yell, as the orgasm hits me. It races through my body, small but powerful, the kind that makes me fall silent and panting after the initial noise. I manage to open my eyes as it ricochets around my chest; my glance confirms to Finn that I’m coming, that I want him, that I need him now.

  The orgasm hasn’t yet faded when Finn pushes his cock into me, all at once, a swift movement taking advantage of how incredibly wet I am. Now I really cry out— pleasure, slight pain, relief to feel myself full of him. He begins to pump into me, slowly at first, then gaining speed. I finally come back to my own senses and reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, then my legs around his waist.

  Finn looks almost primal, his eyes sparkling, muscles tensed, and I can feel his cock throbbing in me. When he speaks, it’s a demand. “Tell me one thing you thought about. One fantasy I can make happen right now.”

  I can barely catch my breath, not with him fucking me like this, but I manage somehow— “Pick me up.”

  Finn grins, sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead. He thrusts deep into me, then slides his arms under my shoulders, lifting me off the ground. He stands, my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, his cock buried deep in me. I brace my arms on his shoulders and lift myself a little; he lifts me a bit higher to help me as together, we lift my body up and down on his cock.

  The position means gravity pushes him deep, deep into me— deeper than I thought he could go. I begin to twist my hips with each thrust, grinding my pussy onto him, and he groans.

  “Yes, baby. That,
” he says, then reaches underneath me to support me via his hands on my ass. He lets his fingertips rest right at the edge of my ass cheeks, pulling them apart just a bit. When he lets both pointer fingers tease at the edges of my asshole, I’m done.

  “I’m going to come again,” I pant, unsure how this orgasm snuck up on me so quickly. Finn thrusts faster, and I feel his cock grow impossibly harder— he’s going to come too, I realize, and to my delight, I see he’s too aroused to even form words. His eyes are closed, his breathing hard. He grips my ass even harder—

  “Put a finger in my ass, Finn,” I say, before I can second guess myself. “I want your cock there someday.”

  Finn’s eyes shoot open, but it’s delight in them, and he groans as he shifts my weight slightly, then presses an index finger against my asshole. I’m so wet that it slides in effortlessly, and the pressure, the excitement, the nervousness, it’s all too much.

  I scream out as I come, as Finn’s cock thrusts deep in me, as his finger explores a place no one has ever touched before, as his chest presses hot against mine. Finn isn’t far behind; he groans, and goes still as his cock pulses inside me, and I again wish there wasn’t a condom separating us.

  I fall against his shoulders, limp; Finn staggers back to the bed and sits down, then tilts us both back so I’m laying on top of him. It’s a few moments before he slowly, still panting, pulls out of me. He lets his finger linger a moment longer, then kisses me on the neck gently as he removes it. I bite my lip from pleasure and nerves— I can’t believe this all just happened. I can’t believe I told him that I want him to fuck my ass someday. I can’t believe—

  “You’re incredible,” Finn whispers to me, then pats me on the ass gently.