by Harper James
“Wow,” I say as we step onto the field. It looks enormous when there’s a crowd in it, but right now, empty, it looks almost mythical. Bleacher soars upward, the decks they added just last year tacked on to the very top and looming like birds of prey over the others. The field itself is cut so short that the grass feels like carpet, and the lines are freshly painted with paint so white they almost glow in the dark.
Finn tilts his head toward the sky, like he’s absorbing the grandeur of the space. We stand in silence for a few moments.
“Do you want to talk about what happened at Football House?” I finally ask, gently as I can.
“There’s nothing to talk about. I know why he’s here. He’s hoping to repair our relationship. Get in good with me before the NFL drafts me and I’m rich.”
“I didn’t know the NFL was definitely going to draft you,” I say.
Finn shrugs. “It looks like they are. But I’m not interested in any kind of relationship with my father. He’s one disappointment after another, and I’m over it.”
“That makes sense,” I say. “You think he’ll leave?”
Finn shakes his head. “No. He’s a master manipulator. He’ll just fuck with my life until he gets bored.”
“Really?”
Finn nods without looking at me.
“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, stepping a bit closer to him and leaning my head against his bicep.
“No. I’d rather just pretend it didn’t happen. I’d rather just…forget him.”
I inhale. That’s probably not the most psychologically sound thing he could do, but I can’t blame the guy for wanting to do it. I kiss his arm through his shirt sleeve and he leans down and kisses the top of my head. I look up.
“I have some ideas on how you could forget, if you want to go back to your room,” I say, trying to sound playful and serious at once.
Finn smiles, but it’s still only half real— like he feels obligated to smile, but can’t muster any real happiness for it. He lifts a hand, then runs his fingers down my side, letting them curve in at my breasts just enough that I shiver pleasantly.
“No,” he finally says.
“Oh. Ok,” I say, embarrassed. I try to step away, but Finn pulls me back toward him. Together, we walk a few steps backward, into a spot by the fifty yard line where there’s a shadowy space between the orbs of two security lights. Once we’re in the darkness, Finn slides a hand up my shirt and squeezes one of my breasts, letting his thumb play over my nipple. It hardens to his touch.
“Here?” I ask, alarmed. “But the dorm—” I point to the windows of the dorms and hotel rooms that overlook the stadium.
“I can’t wait,” Finn says huskily, then lifts my shirt off. My arms instinctively raise to let him pull it over my head, despite my reservations. “I need you now.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, biting my lip. He steps back and observes my bra— a black lacy bralette that’s more for comfort than sex appeal. Despite this, I see his pants stir, and know he’s getting hard for me.
“Nervous?” Finn asks.
I nod, licking my lips. Finn’s eyes burn bright with lust, and he reaches down to pull his t-shirt over his head. Even in the darkness, I can see the tone of his abdominals, the curve of his shoulders, the line of his pectorals. He reaches down to my jeans and unbuttons them, drags the zipper down, then attempts to pull the pants themselves off me— but they’re too tight. He frowns.
“They’re my sisters. I hate jeans,” I stammer. When did the oxygen leave my lungs?
“Hm,” Finn says. I'm about to sit on the ground and tug them off in the least sexy way imaginable, but then Finn swoops me up over his shoulder. He grabs hold of the back waistband of my pants and yanks them down; with my legs straight from my position, they peel off much easier. When they make it to my ankles, they get caught again. Finn pulls me from his shoulder and cradles me in his arms, which allows me to reach down the tug them off entirely. He kneels then, and sets me down right on the fifty, my spine in line with the white paint. The grass prickles at my skin— though that might be excitement, not grass. I can’t even tell.
Finn pushes one of my bra cups to the side and lowers his mouth to my nipple, sucking on it gently as his right hand wanders down toward my panties. He plays with the material for a moment, wrapping it around his fingers, never quite touching my pussy directly even as I squirm to get his hand to my clit.
“Are these expensive?” Finn releases my nipple just long enough to ask.
“The panties? No— I don’t—” I start, but before I can get the words, Finn has given them one sharp yank. The seam on one side splits, and they fly off me, leaving me truly exposed to the night sky. I lift my hips upward toward Finn’s hand, and am finally rewarded when his thumb strokes my slit, releasing the wetness building up there.
“I never get tired of touching you,” Finn murmurs onto my skin before nosing the other bra cup aside and licking that nipple lightly. “I never get tired of seeing you undressed.”
“You’re still wearing clothes,” I pant at him, wincing with desire as his thumb grazes my clit.
“Take my dick out, baby,” Finn commands gruffly.
I don’t need to be told twice; I sit up and grab Finn’s belt buckle. I unhook it, then unbutton his pants and tug them down until I can see the tent his erection has created in his boxers. I smile and chew my lip in excitement.
“Suck my cock, Kenley,” Finn says. “I want to be in your sweet mouth.”
I eagerly push his boxers to the side, revealing his cock, hard and enormous. I look up at him as I lower my lips to it, as I press them over the head, let my tongue rub down his shaft. I want him to feel as good as he makes me feel; I begin to pump my head up and down slowly, pausing now and again to stop and circle his head with my tongue. When I give him one long lick, letting my tongue graze his balls as I do so, he moans loudly and grabs the back of my head. He seems to be fighting the urge to push my head down, to force me to take more of him in my mouth. But I want more of him. I want all of him.
I try to relax my throat, and part my lips, then push him in as far as I can. He’s deeper than before, deeper than I thought I could manage, and he groans loudly and finally gives in, pushing on my head lightly so he goes deeper still. I can’t make a sound, not with my throat full of his cock, but I feel my body go hot with arousal, with having so much of him in my mouth. I pull back a little, and pump forward again, again—
“Kenley,” he murmurs. “Don’t make me come yet. I need to fuck you. I need to fuck your pussy, you understand?”
I need it too, and I need it now. I pull back entirely, suck on his head for a moment, then release his cock. He looks down at me, eyes glistening and hungry. “Fuck me hard this time, Finn,” I say.
The words along seem to bring him close to coming. He closes his eyes to regain control, then speaks in a strained voice. “I don’t have a condom— I didn’t think I’d need one. If we can’t—”
I take a breath, let my fingers wander to my pussy, now unashamed to be seen stroking my own clit in front of him. “I’m on the pill,” I say, and surprise moves across his face.
“But I thought -- ”
“They prescribe the pill for other things than birth control, Finn.” I’ve been on it since I was sixteen, to regulate my period.
“God, I want to feel your pussy with nothing between us,” Finn says, and I can hear desperation in his voice, the worry that I’ll change my mind.
But I won’t. I gaze up at him, at his face framed by the stone bleachers and the moonlight. “Please, Finn. I need you.”
He exhales, then grab under my thigh and flips me over onto my stomach. Before I process what exactly has happened, he’s pulling me backward to position me on my hands and knees. He slaps my ass, then runs his fingers along my slit, spreading my cheeks and lips and, I suspect, staring. I want him to stare.
His cock slides into me and I moan. His skin is against mine, his heat, his body pr
essed into my pussy, and it makes me feel delirious and drunk. I push my hips back toward him; he puts a hand on either side of my ass and begins to fuck me, slow at first, then faster and harder, until each thrust bounces my breasts and hair and makes me feel heady with elation. I can feel an orgasm growing, but I must have some sort of tell, because Finn slows a bit, then reaches down to grab my upper body. He pulls me back toward him, his cock still buried in me, then lies on his back so I’m riding him, I’m facing away— my ass is bouncing up and down in front of his face— and after a few wobbly strokes, I get a rhythm. I lean forward so I can pump my hips on his cock even faster, digging my nails into the stadium’s grass to keep my balance.
“”Kenley,” he groans. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. So tight. I love the way you feel on my bare cock.” He groans and puts his hands on my hips, forcing me onto his cock and holding me there. I can feel it stirring inside me, can feel how deep he is. I glance over my shoulder at him.
“What do you want?” I ask softly. “I want to give it to you.”
Finn’s jaw sets in a firm determined line as he lifts one of my legs, spinning me around on his cock so that we’re face to face, me propped up via my arms on either side of his chest. He lifts me a bit, until he’s out of my pussy entirely. I feel empty, and pout—
“Shh,” he says admonishingly. “You trust me?”
“Of course,” I say.
He lifts his lips to mine and kisses me, while lowering one hand down my side, to my pussy. He dips his fingers into me, wetting them, then slides the tip of one into my ass. I whimper with pleasure that only increases as he pushes his cock back into me, deep, clutching my ass with one hand as he fingers that entrance with the other.
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.
This is going downhill— I scramble. “No, no, not like that. I mean, yes, but it was just to speed things up, so we were waiting in a stupid closet all night to see if you’d bring some girl in that library room. Mandy basically brought out the big guns early, is all.”
Finn exhales, and a vein in his temple throbs. “You and your sister were hiding in a closet, spying on me, waiting to see if I’d cheat on you with a girl you two specifically sent to hit on me.”
I hinge, bite my lip. The amusement is gone now, and there’s something cold in his eyes— something hurt. I start, “Finn—”
“How many more times do I need to convince you that you’re the one I want, Kenley?” he says.
“That’s it! Zero more times!”
“But you didn’t believe me the first time. Or the second. It took you literally setting a trap. What have I ever done to you that makes you think you can’t trust me?”
My chest feels swollen and heavy. I shake my head frantically. “It’s not that I don’t trust you— it’s that Mandy doesn’t—”
“She’s your sister. You didn’t have to listen to her. No one made you get in a closet and spy on me.”
“Okay, well, maybe sometimes I get nervous too then. I just— Finn, guys like you and girls like me don’t usually get together, okay? I was just scared, I guess, and worried that maybe I was being tricked or something…I figured it had to be a trick, for you to want me.”
“You mean you figured I had to be a fuck up. Because I’m a football player, because I’m from a rough part of town, because I get in trouble. Because of all that, I had to be lying when I said I wanted you.”
“Finn, stop. That’s not what I said,” I sa
y, and step toward him. He doesn’t move; he looks almost like a statue, and it makes me freeze in similar fashion.
“The thing I like about you, Kenley,” he begins, slowly, “is that you believe in shades of gray. I tried to be that football asshole to you— I was naked when you showed up that first day, and so I just ran with it. But you shot it down. You weren’t interested in that person, and you refused to give him the time of day. The only person you were interested in was me. The real me.”
“Exactly! Exactly,” I say nodding hopefully.
“And come to find out that you still think that I’m a football asshole, deep down,” Finn says, shaking his head. “One more person waiting for me to fuck up.”
“I’m not waiting—”
“I think you need to go home,” Finn says, shaking his head, refusing to meet my eye. My chest clenches, my throat goes dry.
“Finn, please, let’s talk about this.”
“Let’s not,” he says. “Come on. I’ll take you to my dorm and call you a cab. You shouldn’t be walking home alone in the dark.” He immediately starts walking in that direction, leaving me with nothing to do but follow as tears rise in my eyes.
“Finn, I’m sorry. I really am. Mandy just got the best of me. But now I know! And she knows, and it’s fine!” I say, stammering some version of this for the entirety of the one minute walk to the dorm lobby. Once there, Finn breezes through the doors, into the lobby’s warm light.
“Please, just talk to me,” I try again.
“Steve?” Finn calls to the concierge, who immediately rises as Finn continues on toward the elevators. “Can you please call Kenley a cab and make sure she gets home okay?”
“Of course.”
“No, Finn,” I say. “Please, just –“
“Miss, you’ll need to stay here— you can’t go to the upper floors without an access card or a resident,” the concierge says, racing around the desk. He stops between me and the elevators; I look past him just in time to see Finn step on one. He turns, and our eyes meet briefly before the door glides shut.