As soon as the door to our apartment closed, I collapsed on the couch in sheer exhaustion. It wasn't the gym hours that had put me into overdrive, it was the hyperactivity of my brain and the awkwardness of today. Finn kicked his shoes off at the door before sitting on the end of the couch, resting his head on his right knuckles. His face was painted with a mixture of emotions.
I could read him, but no where near as efficiently or precisely as he could ready me.
After a moment of silence, I readjusted myself on the couch so I was leaning into my boyfriends chest. His left arm wrapped protectively around my torso, holding me close to him. My eyes flickered shut as my muscles relaxed into his side.
One thing that Finn could always provide me with was reassurance. His presence was all consuming and it emersed me in feelings of comfort and safety. It was like he had a protective aura surrounding him that transferred to my body when he touched me.
More than half a year into dating and almost a year into flirting, and Finn's simple gaze turned me into a pile of incomprehensible words and mumbled phrases.
"Have you talked to your professors about missing class for next week?" Finn asked after a while of cuddling in comfortable silence.
"Yeah. They weren't happy about it, but the court calls. I suppose there's nothing anyone can do about it. It's not like they can complain." I ranted slightly. I felt his body shift under mine as he reached to grab the remote off of our glass coffee table and click on the tv.
"Are you going to force me to watch 'Say Yes to The Dress' again since none of our shows are on?" He asked while flipping though the channels.
"If this is you asking for permission to watch baseball, then I'm denying. I'm not looking to die of boredom." I muttered a response while nuzzling myself deeper into his warmth.
"And what is this? A gentle descent into a coma?"
"Oh shut up. You love it and you know it. Just admit you're a softie. Besides, if you hated it that much you wouldn't even ask about putting it on." I mocked him slightly. Finn was a handful but I knew his ins and outs by now. I also knew just the right buttons to push to make his ego feel threatened. That might seem like a horrible thing to say, but sometimes he needed to be realed in for his safety and the sanity of the people around him.
It also lead to mind blowing sex but that wasn't the point.
"Why can't you be more like, Randy? He's so cheery." I moaned in agony at his stereotypical man attitude.
"So you want a gay boyfriend?" Finn asked while raising an eyebrow. "That won't fair well for you in bed. Besides, my attitude makes us compatible. Fire to drown out fire, I suppose."
Although his fire was a lot strong then mine. I had always considered myself an Alpha-female but Finn somehow managed to turn me something more submissive than a dog. Out of all the men I had met, none of them even compared to the level of dominance. As much as I loved being a powerful flame, there was something compelling about being able to let your guard down and submit around one special person.
"What are you thinking about?" Finn asked, looking down at my thoughtful face.
"That you're probably the only one who can keep me on a leash." I laughed a little. I suppose that wasn't always a bad thing, if you trusted the person holding the metaphorical leash.
"Even I don't believe that's true. I don't think anyone can put you on a leash." His attention returned to the television as he spoke. "Actually That was one of your more compelling qualities. When I first met you my impression was 'look at that sexy peice of ass'. Had it not been for my ego and my then negative feelings for you, I have no idea what I would have done. Then you put me in my place in front of Sam and Chris and I knew I was done for. That attitude was such a turn on, I knew I just had to stay away from you. Obviously it didn't work very well but I'm glad it didn't."
"My first thought was 'fuck he's hot. Damn it, he's an ass'. Though I have to admit, I was definitely distracted by you from the get go." I stifled the light laughter that threatened to tumble out. After a moment I spoke up again once my composure was regained. "Point being; I'm glad you're the one holding my metaphorical leash or at least drowning out some of my fire. Not sure anyone else would even come close."
"Metaphorical leash? Kinky."
I huffed against his chest and rolled my eyes. "Is sex all you think about?"
"No. I think about other things. I can't help the fact that your body is designed by God that I've somehow managed to steal away." The hand on my hip moved to my upper thigh and trailed around the back of my thigh and over my shapely ass. I would say my body resembled somewhat of a Sommer Ray body type with a mix of Lidia Valentin. I had more muscle lines than Sommer but I wasn't bulging like Lidia. I found that I liked shapely instead of chiseled. The same went for my taste in men.
I would never go for a body builder type with harsh and bold abs and arms, I was into more of a football player type body. They had large muscles but they tended to be smoother and more natural looking.
"Really? Gods gift? I like the sound of that."
"Your body's God's gift. You're wit is more like Satans torture." Finn retorted his large hand gripped my ass over my leather pants. "Fuck, I love these pants."
"Why is that? Do they distract you from my devil like tendencies?" I teased before clicking my tongue. "You started off so well."
"What can I say, I can only be nice for so long. My wit had to slip its way in there once and a while. Keep you on your toes." My eyes were still on the crying brides and angry looking mothers on television but Finn's burning gaze was solely on me. I was horny just thinking about it. We hadn't had sex since Sunday. We had meant to cook dinner since we didn't have class but we just ended up fucking on the counter.
I bit my lip for myself, deciding to tease Finn a little bit. Aggressive sex was the best, especially with an emotional component. Sure, slow and sensual was nice at times, but there was nothing like intense sex that got your heart moving as rapidly as your love, only for it to all freeze when you looked into your partners eyes and orgasmed. It was euphoric and the very definition of erotica.
I feel like everyone always assumes lovemaking has to be gentle and slow and sometimes it was; but I feel like people underestimated the power of intense and aggressive sex. Something about it was so intimate yet it kept you on your toes. Maybe people traditionally thought of it as being slow because they didn't have the right partner. They didn't have the strong bond needed to be able to have your body move fast while your brain moved slow.
"And what's so fascinating about these pants?" I smirked as the words left my mouth even though he couldn't see my face.
His hand tightened on my ass and I smiled to myself. Fuck, yes. I'm getting it tonight. "I could be sentimental and point out you first wore them when we first started dating...." Finn trailed off knowing that wasn't what I was going for. "But it's definitely the way they hug your thighs and that glorious ass. Don't get me started on your waist." I almost laughed at his honesty.
I turned my head and pressed my lips to his neck to give him a hickey. I loved the taste of his clean skin on my tongue. It was like water; refreshing and delectable. Something that never got old and always felt amazing. Finn didn't stop me from marking him on his sweet spot that would be obvious tomorrow. Unlike me, he didn't try to cover them. He wore it like the cocky man he was.
Finn let out a grunt when my lips pulled away from his neck with a pop. I smirked as I stood from the couch and picked up my purse, moving it to the dinning room table, where I usually keep it when no one was coming over. I bent over slightly, bracing myself with my right hand on the table as I used my left hand to undo the straps on my left heal. I changed footing and did the same to the right foot.
I had gotten up because I knew Finn's eyes were trained on my hips and my voluptuous assets. He was all to aware of what I was trying to do, Finn was a bright one and nothing got past him.
He would have been on his way to Stanford if he didn't play lacrosse.
And while he seemed to think with his dick, sometimes his brain took over and when his two heads were focused on the same thing, I was a goner. Femininity had its advantages but it also had its weaknesses. One of them being that Finn was kryptonite to my teasing. One glance from those green eyes could vaporize any woman's heart.
A touch from him could make a woman drop dead.
And I almost did when my both feet barely steadied in the ground when Finn's warm hands settled on my hips and pulled me against his hard chest. I couldn't help but gasp in surprise and drop my heals on the floor. Somehow, I had completely missed the sound of Finn crossing the apartment.
"What are you doing?" The sudden weakness of my voice took me by surprise.
Finn hummed against my neck before responding when his warm mouth pressed against my sweet spot, sending a shiver down my spine that even Finn could feel. He smiled at my bodies reaction. "I'm spending time with my girlfriend. Is that a crime?"
I had to close my eyes when his teeth dug into the sensitive skin bellow my ear. One heavy breath escaped my mouth as he nipped that special spot below my ear. "You're a tease." His left hand slid from my hip down to my core where he cupped it to my dripping sex. Fuck this clothing, I needed to feel his skin against mine.
"Am I, now? I like to call this a taste of your own medicine." Finn cockily replied before pulling away completely. I whipped around to face him with an incredulous look on my face. "Close your pretty little mouth or I might have to do something about it." There's that ever present bite that never seemed to completely leave my boyfriends mouth.
"I didn't give you a boner than leave you. I just have you a hickey. You're leaving me high and dry." I pointed out while crossing my arms defiantly, like I had just won this argument. Without warning, Finn pushed me against the wall but he didn't kiss me. Instead he brought his lips to tickle my ear as he spoke.
"I guess I shouldn't be cruel." The tone of his voice made it abundantly clear that he wouldn't stay true to his words. No, he would take his sweet time in punishing me for being a tease. He's a damn hypocrite, that's what he is.
His two hands slipped under my pants on my back. They slid down my back and over my ass, hooking under my thong too. Finn's face moved down the front of my body slowly as he slid my pants down my legs while he crouched down. When his knees locked, his face was level with my oh so sensitive area. I stepped out of my pants and my underwear.
My heart was already racing and he barely touched me. The sensations that my brain tricked me into feeling were insatiable and intoxicating. Only Finn could make me feel things in this way.
I'd always had an active sex life before Finn and for that I was thankful. I knew what I liked and what I didn't, and it allowed me to surprise my man with skills acquired by time. I knew Finn was experienced too, and honestly it didn't bother me. He was mine now and no one else's. All those girls before me were just practice.
I felt his eyes burning holes in my face as his rough hands gripped my thighs tightly, spreading them slightly to give him access. "Shit!" I breathed and pressed my head against the wall when his tongue licked from my slit up to my clit before removing it and instead running a circle around the sensitive area, teasing me. "I thought you weren't cruel." I moaned while running my fingers through his dirty blonde hair.
Mocking the man in control of me probably wasn't my smartest choice, but I couldn't help it. I always had a smart mouth but it seemed to hurt me more than it helped. That thought was reciprocated when Finn spoke against my clit, sending short vibrations to my nerves before leaving them undisturbed. "I said 'should' not 'would'."
Finn unbuttoned his shirt without moving away from me, only when the fabric no longer covered his muscles did he move his head away for a moment. He easily seized my wrists from his head and speedily tried my wrists together with the dress shirt in a perfect knot. I new better than to question him. He was teaching me a lesson and asking would only make my torture worse.
His mouth barely touched me again before my cellphone started to ring in my purse, just a foot away on the table. "Ignore it." I panted in desperation. Finn was agitating the area around my clit just enough for me to feel pleasure without providing me relief.
My pleading only caused Finn to pull away and fish my phone out of my pure. With a quick glance at the caller I.D. he smirked. He placed the phone in my restrained hands and hit the green button before I could use my thumb to decline the call.
"Hey. I'm surprised you answered. I figured you were either sleeping or fucking at this time of night." I sighed of relief when I heard it was Sam and not someone like Jason or my father.
My relief wasn't long lasting however, because Finn made my eyes go wide when he pushed two fingers into my drenched vagina. I almost let out a moan but Finn sent me a look that told me to hold it or else. He mouthed 'talk' before dipping his head to my neck to create more hickeys across my pale skin.
"You're an idiot, Sa-am. What do you wa-ant this time?" I managed to get out in a somewhat normal voice. If Sam was suspicious he didn't let on to it.
"Logistics. What time do you think you'll be driving to pick me up tomorrow?"
I glanced at Finn for his answer but his face remained set in stone with a smirk. Bastard was going to make me talk as much as possible. "Finn, what time do you want to leave? One or two?" We would be staying for Olympic practice but we had to leave before college practice. Finn's fingers pumping in and out of me, curving against my walls, we're driving me crazy.
"I would say two, since we have to drop Jason off and get our bags from the apartment. Sam, we'll call you when we leave and when we get there." Finn replied easily. Spoken like someone who wasn't on the verse of orgasming. Asshole.
His thumb pressed right on my clit. My hips tried to jerk away from him, but the wall had me pinned at Finn's mercy. Or lack of. I couldn't help but let out a slight grunt that hopefully was soft enough to not carry through the phone. Finn's upturned lips were plastered on his face so long, I could have sworn it was a cemented expression.
"Okay. Shame you have to bring the Suburban. I was looking forward to riding in a Corvette." Sam pouted.
"Another t-ime!" I covered my high pitched ending with a cough. Finn had added a third finger and increased his speed and pressure. "Next time you see Finn, do me a favor and punch him." I struggled to keep my voice flat at the intense feelings recoiling though my body. My muscles were tensing while I thrashed against the wall and tried to free the hand that wasn't holding the phone. Despite my efforts, I was completely and utterly at Finn's mercy with no way to relieve the pressure my body was writhing from.
"Ah!" I couldn't hold back when his thumb harshly moved my clit and his three fingers curled against my front wall. I was full on panting as I tried to pull the phone away from my face.
"Are you two fucking while your on the phone with me? That's a new low." Sam's slightly surprised tone didn't even sound disgusted. He almost sounded intrigued. Gross. "You guys are kinky motherfuckers."
"We're not having sex right now." Finn replied in a flat tone.
"Her panting says otherwise." I hadn't even realized I was panting like I was just at practice until he pointed that out. My eyes started to roll back into my head before Finn whispered in my ear.
"Look me in the eye or I'll tell him exactly what position you're in."
Oh fuck. Why was that so sexy?
I struggled to look at his piercing green eyes. My own eyes unfocused as a result of trying to keep them pointed in Finn's direction. "Shit. You guys are kinky. I hope you know that I can hear what he just said." I didn't even care about the words tumbling through the speaker of my phone. "Fucking exobitionists."
"Fuck!" My muscles tensed completely and my mouth dropped open, unable to spit out words or close my lips. My hips bucked away from the wall forcefully but even after all those hours in the gym, I was no match for Finn. "Why-y are you still on the fu-cking phone! Hang up!" I pleaded with Sam. I couldn't hang up. Finn would just take pleasure in making my misery never ending.
Something about this was so twisted but it made me so horny. I don't even know what was going on with my brain. Perhaps it was because of the sensation between my legs instead of the actual situation. The only reason Finn liked this is because he liked to watch me struggle when I couldn't use my sharp words.
Finally, to my relief, Finn plucked the phone from my hands and my aching arms relaxed. He hung up on Sam, easily cutting off his best friends words. I sort of wished it was Chris instead. He would have hung up immediately. Sam, on the other hand, loved to get involved in our sex life to tease me about it later.
"Fuck Griffin! I'm going to fucking kill you after this!" I moaned as my high soared through my muscles and stars appeared in front of Finn's green eyes. Intense situations like these always managed to give me the most sensational orgasm.
When my high ended, my forehead dropped against Finn's bare shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. His fingers were removed from inside of me before I heard him lick them clean. He was sexy even when I wasn't looking at him.
Finn untied my hands and I lifted my head from his hard shoulder. "I can not believe you just did that in front of Sam." I laughed a little while my breathing and heart rate started to return to normal.
Finn cocked an eyebrow, "and why would that be?"
"You're territorial as fuck."
"Mhm...yeah but it was Sam. Reason being now I get to make you feel awkward tomorrow," I scoffed and rolled my eyes but he continued talking, "and I love it when you blush and it pisses you off which is sexy as hell."
"I don't think I'll ever understand you."
"It's probably best you don't."
With that, I laughed again with Finn before wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing him in for a kiss. I murmured against his lips, "Do that again with someone other than Sam and I'll cut your dick off."
"Really? I think Jason would love to have a go." Finn teased with a lazy smirk once our mouths separated.
"I think Jason would castrate you before I did." I replied truthfully.
"We can't have that happening." His low voice buzzed in my ears as he took a step closer, pushing his chest against mine, hands settling on my hips once again. "How about we pickup where we left off?" Finn whispered before moving his mouth to the edge of my jaw line.
"Do I get the real thing this time?" I asked, both of us knowing we were talking about his dick.
"If you're good."
After that show, I'll definitely be good.