by Regina Wade
He breaks our staring contest first, dipping down to wrap his lips around one pink peak of a nipple. I gasp loudly, arching my back and squirming beneath him. I don’t know whether I want more or less. The sensation is overwhelming but I can’t help but crave more.
His stubble drags across my smooths kin as he moves from one to the other, leaving each of my breasts glistening in the afternoon sunlight. I shudder beneath him, moving against him. I strain and push myself to the limit, but I can’t budge him an inch. Like slamming myself into a tree made of muscle and sweat and delicious masculine strength.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for. But you’re about to find out.” Finn’s growl is even deeper, heavy with lust and sin and sounding straight out of every masturbatory fantasy I’ve ever had.
I’ve never felt so helpless before in my life.
I’ve never been so turned on.
I’ve never wanted anything so much.
“Show me,” I whisper, and then he does.
Chapter 7
Finn
I learned the truth at seventeen. That love was meant for beauty queens. — Janis Ian, ‘At Seventeen’
My self-control shows up five minutes later to the party, wandering into a room on fire with no clue what happened.
Five minutes earlier I should have thrown her off of me instead of pinning her beneath me. Should have remembered who she is, who I am, and why we can’t do this.
Why I can’t do this.
That was before I felt her naked breasts under my hands and in my mouth. Before her kiss seared all sense of propriety right out of me. Before she asked and pleaded with her body, heart, and soul for me to make her mine.
Five minutes ago I could have kept lying to myself that she ever hasn’t belonged to me. Kept running from the truth that I’ve known for years.
This is meant to be.
“You’re a virgin,” I state.
I know it’s true, but I need to see her acknowledge it.
She swallows, nodding beneath me. Her eyes meet mine. Big, innocent, inviting pools of amber that I want to drown in. The sunlight catches them, giving them the watered-down whiskey color that I love so much.
“You won’t be after this. I’m going to take it, Faye. That innocence. That purity. I’m going to take you.” My voice is almost alien to my own ears. Rough-hewn, all sharp edges and animal growls.
It scares me a little. It scares her a little too. I can see it in her face, feel it in her racing pulse.
Hunter didn’t scare her, not like this.
Then she licks her lips and the fear is gone. Her teeth sink into the pillow of her bottom lip, gnawing it in a way that makes my cock strain again the thin material of my pants.
“Promise?” She whispers in that angel’s voice. If I was ten years younger I’d bust in my pants right then and there.
But I’m not, and I don’t. I don’t have any plans of cumming anywhere but deep inside of Faye’s pretty pink slit.
Instead, my hands grip the thick waistband of her yoga pants and tug them down. They peel away from her slowly despite my strength, the spandex gripping onto her. I only get them down to her knees, but that’s enough to expose her white cotton panties.
They’re plain panties. The kind you get in a bag with three other identical pairs. No frills, no embellishments, no lace. Not a trace of silk or sexiness.
Nothing has ever made my cock throb as hard.
I sit on her hips, keeping myself from diving right in. My self-control shows up in the nick of time to keep me from ravaging this girl right away.
The hand pinning her wrists relaxes, slides down to touch her face, her throat. She tilts her chin up, baring it to me. Submitting. My fingers wrap around her neck, giving it a light squeeze. One of her hands comes down to cover mine, to grip her harder, but I pull them both away.
“Not yet. That’s for later.” I smirk down at her.
She pouts. The saucy minx. This girl is crazy, but I’m crazy about her.
I push my other hand behind me, sliding it down the front of her good girl panties. The look on her face is priceless: eyes wide in shock, mouth parting to gasp in pleasure.
My fingers dip between her lips. She’s slick, dripping, wetter than the ocean. I explore, my fingers slipping over her folds, between, circling entrance before moving up to make the same motion around her clit.
Faye arches beneath me, her body tensing in sudden climax. Her mouth opens in a silent scream.
Watching my girl in the throes of orgasm is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. It’s too much for me to watch without needing more.
I slide myself down and her up, gripping her hips to maneuver her exactly where I want her. Her yoga pants are still hobbling her knees, so I just bend her legs straight up towards the ceiling before diving between her thighs.
“Holy fuck —” Faye gasps before her hand comes up and clamps down over her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure.
Slowly, deliberately, I stop tonguing her and look up at her. She strains herself, craning her head up to meet my gaze.
“Move your hand, Faye,” I growl. This close, I know she can feel the vibrations in her pussy.
“Someone will hear.” She whimpers as she moves her hand down to tangle in my hair.
“Good, I want them to hear you,” I say with a cocky grin.
“Who?” She asks breathlessly.
“Everyone. The neighbors, people on the street, people across town, the whole fucking planet. Everyone.” The words tumble off my lips faster and faster as I speak, growing in intensity as I hammer them home into her, nailing them in place with the hammer of my tongue.
Then I press that hammer against her clit, flicking it with the very tip until she’s screaming.
I lose track of her climaxes immediately. It’s impossible to tell where one stops and another begins as I lick and suck at every inch of her pussy. Her body convulses, each wave of pleasure crashing into her stronger and stronger until I’m sure that she’ll break beneath the force.
But she doesn't. Faye is strong, stronger than I ever imagined.
Strong enough for me.
Without another word, I shift us. I tug the now translucent from being soaked white cotton panties down to join the yoga pants.
Mine go next. The distinct sound of a zipper being unzipped cuts through the orgasmic catatonia Faye is in, making her sit up abruptly. I push her back down with a hand on her chest while the other pushes my clothes down to the ground.
“I want to see it.” Faye moans, but I shake my head.
“Later. I need you too much right now.” I drag the tip of my cock against her lips, spreading them. Even as wet as she is, even with copious pre-cum flowing from my dick, this is going to be difficult.
I steel myself, mustering the dregs of my self-control, and begin to press myself into her.
There’s resistance for one second, and then it’s gone, shredded beneath me. I shudder as I feel Faye’s virginity clinging to my cock.
I press my mouth down onto hers. Her kiss is as hungry and deep as mine and just as demanding. Her nails dig into my shoulders and arms, tracing red lines of fire along my skin. The sweet pain just makes me ache to thrust the rest of my cock into her, but I continue the slow press.
“Is this what you wanted, Faye?” I say through grit teeth, the words almost a hiss.
She nods against me, her forehead pressing against mine as she looks me right in the eyes.
“Fuck yes it is Finn. I’ve wanted you since I knew what wanting was.” Her lips crash against mine again and again as I force inch after inch of cock into her.
“I can feel how much you want me. Feel your perfect little pussy squeezing my cock, drooling all over it.” Her body shudders around me as I sink the last inch into her.
I wait, shifting against her, letting her get used to the sensation of being completely full of my cock.
Then I begin to move. I take it slow for the first few strokes, but
it doesn't last. Soon I’ve got her legs on my shoulders as I pound into her without mercy.
“This is my pussy now, Faye. You wanted me? You’ve got me, but there’s no going back. When I stake my claim, it’s for good.”
She cries out as a fresh orgasm hits her, her slick inner walls clamping down around my cock with enough force to crush steel. Fortunately, my dick is solid diamond, unbendable and unbreakable.
It’s enough to push me right to the edge, though. I lean into her, bending her almost in half beneath me as I press her knees against her tits. My thrusts grow harder, vicious, ragged as I chase my own climax.
“Cum in me, Finn. Mark me. Claim me. Make me yours.” Faye moans into my ear. It pushes me over the edge, shoves me so far over that I’m instantly shooting my seed into her with a roar.
Panting, I collapse on top of her. Her hands squeeze my body, sliding up and down, tracing as much of my skin she can.
“Mine.” I give her hand a squeeze.
She nods back at me.
“Yours, Finn. I always have been…” she starts.
“And you always will be.” I finish.
Chapter 8
Faye
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise. You’re spilling like an overflowing sink. — Halsey, ‘Colors’
Sex changes everything.
I knew it would. I mean, people always say that it does, but it’s something you can’t really understand until you experience it.
Nothing is the same after my first time with Finn.
First night? First day? First eternity? I lost track of time. After our first time on the floor of his basement, he carried me to bed and we fucked and made love all night long. We chased the sun down and the moon across the sky, stopping only to eat and drink.
My anatomy class the next day is my favorite, but I can’t bring myself to concentrate on anything the professor is talking about. My brain is stuck on repeat, flashing back to images from the day before.
Finn, sweat dripping off of him, the lines of his perfect body glistening as he grips my hair in one hand and my ass in the other, slamming into me from behind.
A crash and a thud bring me back to reality, and it takes me a second to realize I leaned on my elbow so hard I slid across my desk and knocked my book off.
“Miss Morrison, are you feeling ok? You look feverish.” Mrs. Biondy asks, concern writ large on her matronly face.
I’ve got a fever. Dick fever. And the only cure is more dick.
“I’m alright, professor. I’ll just run to the bathroom quickly.” I smile at her, standing up, leaving everything in disarray as I flee the classroom.
Part of me doesn’t want to go back, but instead call Finn and have him come pick me up. Or maybe just join me in the bathroom, up against the wall of the stall, his big hands holding me up by my ass as he slams that gorgeous cock into me, right where it belongs.
“Hey, cupcake.”
The voice comes from right behind me. I whirl, my hand instinctively going for my bag. My bag with the pepper spray. My bag with my phone, to call Finn with.
My bag that I left on my desk.
“Your bodyguard ain’t big into anatomy, huh? Well, that’s ok. I’m a big fan of yours.” Hunter grins lecherously at me.
It’s so different from the way Finn looks at me. Finn makes me feel beautiful. Hunter just makes me feel like I need a shower. Like I’ve bathed in pond scum mixed with motor oil.
“Yeah, well, he’s around. He’ll be here soon, so unless you want to get your ass kicked again you better get out of here.” I tilt my chin up, making myself meet his eyes. I won’t show any fear to this asshole, not even for one second.
“Nah. Tonight is different. Tonight, I’m sober. Tonight, I’m not going to take no for an answer.”
I could scream, but the walls are thick. I can barely hear the drone of my professor through the thick door, which means they’d barely hear me.
Instead, I save my breath for something more important and turn to run.
I hear Hunter laughing behind me. His nasal tone reverberates off the tiled bathroom walls, echoing in my ears like a bad sinus infection. I know he’ll catch me eventually, but I try to get outside, anywhere where someone might see us. I race down the hallway, shoes sliding on the slick tile as I fight for traction.
Hands grip at my waist, and I instinctively drop my elbow on them. The lessons I practiced with Finn come back to me, gratefully etched into my mind. Muscle memory takes over just when I need it to.
There's a satisfying crunch as I catch something much softer. Pain radiates up my arm, but the grunt of pain from Hunter is worth it.
“You little bitch, I’m going to —” he starts, but I’m already tearing away, running again. Breath tears hot from my chest, my pulse pounding in my ears.
I get about thirty feet before an impact bears me to the floor. The ground meets my body hard, my legs wrapped up in his arms keeping me from bracing myself. My teeth rattle hard in my skull with the impact. Finn’s padded gym floor was much gentler on my bones than the cold tile of a university floor.
All-American defensive tackle.
Hunter really isn’t playing around.
That’s alright, neither am I.
I twist in his grip, get one leg free, and kick him right in the face. The satisfying crunch of bone doesn’t even hurt this time. I contort my body, preparing for impact again as I go through the mental notes Finn drilled into me over and over. Faced with the actual sheer size of Hunter face to face again, the sound of my lover’s voice in my head is a comfort.
“Ow, you broke my node you fucking whore!” Hunter shouts, his voice distorted by his now bleeding nose.
“I’ll break more than that if you keep this up.” I spit at him, squirming away from his grasp and trying to get to my feet.
His hand grasps at my leg, but all he gets is my shoe. Even slick with blood, his grip is a vice around my foot.
I might be a great Cinderella, but he’s no Prince Charming. I can feel the lust pouring off of him. See it etched in every line of his face and body. Even the bloody nose and swelling face haven’t done anything to throw water on that fire. If anything, it’s only made him worse. Hyped on steroids, fueled by rage and rejection, he’s terrifying.
I shudder in revulsion. It’s so opposite what I experienced with Finn. Nothing but a giant baby having a violent temper tantrum.
Finally kicking out of the shoe Hunter has in his grip, I scramble to my feet. I can’t really run easily with only one shoe, so I strip the other off and chuck it at my pursuer’s head. It makes Hunter tower over me even more, and the smooth concrete of the path through campus that I’m running along is rough against my bare feet.
His hand snatches my wrist, but I twist it the way Finn taught me, breaking his grip and shoving him back.
Where the hell is one of those blue light phones when you need one? Or a rent-a-cop.
Anything.
But campus is dark and quiet. There are still a few scattered night classes in session, but for the most part, people have long since gone home.
The third time Hunter catches up, he’s done playing.
His big hands clamp down around mine. My wrists, still bruised and sore from yesterday, sing in pain under his touch.
Out of breath, in pain, running on adrenaline, I bring my knee up into his crotch and meet his face with my forehead on it’s way down. Hunter doubles over, howling in pain as my skull makes contact with the geyser of blood already rushing from his broken nose.
“You fucking bitch —” He snarls, coughing. I can’t shake his grasp, and all I’ve done is give him a reason to be even more furious.
Then he’s gone.
One heartbeat, I’m frantic, struggling to escape Hunter’s grasp, the next his weight is lifted off of me completely. I blink up to see Hunter’s eyes bulging, his face already purpling as Finn’s big arm tightens around his throat.
“I told you there’d be consequences
if you did this shit, Hunter.” Finn snarls, his voice dripping with barely-restrained fury.
“Fuck...you...old...man,” Hunter gasps out between strangled breaths. Finn just keeps squeezing, looking up from the boy in his grasp to me.
“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”
I shake my head, a wicked smile playing across my lips even as I draw in a deep breath. Just the sight of Finn is enough to start calming my erratic heartbeat.
“You hurt me more than he did. Yesterday, when you were fucking me.”
The look on Hunter’s face is priceless and brief. He loses consciousness swiftly after, and Finn relaxes, letting him fall to the ground.
“Are you really ok?” he asks, his voice quiet.
I nod. “I’m fine now that you’re here. He barely laid a finger on me.”
“But he did lay a finger on my woman. There’s cameras all around here, too. With that as evidence and with my connections, even Hunter’s daddy won’t be able to buy his way out of jail.” Finn smiles down at me as he pulls me into his arms.
“Finn? Will you take me home?”
“What about class?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I shake my head. “I need you more than I need class. More than I need anything. Please?” my voice trembles on the last word, a testament to how shaken I am despite my best effort to pretend to be ok.
Finn scoops me up, turning our hug into a bridal-style carry.
“As you wish.” He kisses me on the forehead, then on the lips, and carries me away.
I’ve never felt safer in my whole life.
Chapter 9
Finn
Go away, little girl. I’m not supposed to be alone with you - Donny Osmond, ‘Go Away Little Girl’
I’ve never felt more scared in my entire life.
Once, when I was on the force, we got called to a domestic dispute that ended up in a shootout. The estranged husband and wife had both drawn guns on each other but had no qualms about setting aside their animosity to take shots at us. Their kids were running around screaming, and I was sure someone was going to get taken out in the crossfire.