I crack a small laugh, convinced that he’s kidding.
But he doesn’t laugh.
Or smile.
He’s dead serious, isn’t he?
“Seb Stein, huh?” Finn arches an eyebrow, and I take my phone back before he opens our conversation. “Did anything happen?”
“No.” I’m shocked that the thought even crossed his mind. Did he really think I’d get under someone else to get over him? His shoulders immediately fall with relief, the obvious tension in his body dissipating.
“What would you have done if I’d said yes?”
A deep laugh escapes his mouth, and he spins me around without warning. He pins my front to the wall, pressing his chest to my back and whispering in my ear, “You mean apart from murdering him in his sleep?”
He immediately picks up where we left off, going to town on the sensitive skin near my earlobe. It feels like every bone in my body is liquefying as he sucks on my neck without restraint, bruising my skin in multiple places and groaning every time my ass brushes against his cock. Finn’s fingers curl under my shirt a split second later, and he takes a handful of my breast inside my lace bra.
“What did you talk about?” He twirls his index around my nipple, alternating between kissing and nibbling at my neck.
“Hm?” I barely say.
“When you were texting Stein, what did you talk about?”
He wants to do this now?
“Did you tell him that I took all of your firsts?” Finn grits out, his right hand slipping into my underwear while his other pinches my nipple. I expect him to take it slow and ease his fingers into me, but he doesn’t. He’s rough in the way he pushes inside me, stretching me with not one but two fingers.
“Finn,” I moan, and his palm flies to my mouth.
“Did you tell him you’re a naughty fucking girl who loves when I take her on the hood of my car?” He draws his fingers out of me completely before diving back in. I cry out against his palm, and he groans. I can hear how wet I am when he pumps his fingers in and out of me. He’s vindictive in the way he fingers me, but I still spread my legs for more.
His thumb finds my clit. “You look like a good little girl from the outside, but you and I… we know the truth, don’t we, baby?”
I can’t quiet the moan that slips free when he slaps my ass so hard I jerk forward, my breasts hitting the wall.
“Did you flirt with him? Let the fucker think he had a chance with you?” His hand falls from my mouth to my neck, and he yanks me back to his chest, fingering me faster. I’m too busy muffling my moans to answer.
“I said did you flirt with him?” he urges.
“Yes,” I cave, the pressure of his thumb pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“So, you didn’t tell him you were mine?”
“I… I don’t remember.”
“Wrong answer.” He immediately doubles his efforts, his fingers squeezing inside me while his thumb rubs my clit for minutes on end. I don’t even feel my orgasm coming. It just hits me. All at once. My body erupts like a volcano, pleasure coursing through my veins as I tremble in his arms.
“That’s right, baby. Let’s see how innocent you really are.”
That’s what does it. My eyes snap open as I come all over his fingers, the moans building up in my throat breaking free, and Finn slaps his hand over my mouth again.
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” he says harshly, but I don’t have a choice in the matter. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
Especially not at school. I’m still dazed from the earth-shattering orgasm when Finn removes his fingers from my panties and says, “Do you remember who you belong to now?
“Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell,” I say purely to get a rise out of him.
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Really? Well, maybe you’ll remember this.”