My entire body tingles when Finn bends me over and unzips his pants. He grips my hair as soon as he’s freed his cock, twisting my curls around his fist while his other hand nudges my panties out of the way.
He thrusts inside me before I can blink, the noises he makes causing me to clench around him. That and the noticeable change in his breathing as he fills me to the brim. It’s like this boy was made to be my undoing.
We’ve had sex from behind before, but this is something else entirely. I’m not sure if it’s the danger factor, or maybe it’s because we thought we’d never get to do this again, but the friction feels out-of-this-world amazing.
“Oh, fuck.” Finn grips my waist. “Yes, baby. Fuck me back.”
I rock my hips back and forth, clawing at the wall in front of me and making a mental note to take my pill tomorrow. I want to scream when he slows down his thrusting.
“What are you doing?” I complain.
“You can do better than that.” It’s not a request but a command.
“What?” I pant, glancing back at him over my shoulder.
“Did I stutter? Fuck. Me. Back.” He stills himself completely.
I don’t think twice, devoting what’s left of my energy to giving him what he wants. Flattening my palms against the wall before me, I back myself up into his pelvis over and over. Until I’m doing all the work. Until the sound of flesh slapping together floods the supply closet.
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” Finn tugs on my hair before wrapping his palms around my neck from behind. I stop my thrusting to focus on what he’s saying.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he growls.
This feels dirty.
Like I should be ashamed.
Like I should feel disrespected.
But I don’t.
If anything, I feel alive.
I resume my rocking, taking every inch of him again and again.
“Did you think of me when you were playing with yourself alone at night? Did you think of us fucking like this?” He squeezes my throat.
“Y-Yes,” I admit.
“Good. Do it again.”
“You want me to…”
“You can say it. It’s not dirty.”
“Touch myself,” I choke out.
“Damn right.”
Hesitant, I oblige, sneaking a hand inside my panties and rubbing my clit in slow circles. The pleasure becomes overwhelming when Finn’s hips shift into me and he starts doing his part again.
“I’m never sharing you again, you got that?” he hisses, practically pounding me into the wall. “Fucking never.”
My clit is swollen and unbearably sensitive as I twirl it between my fingers, but I don’t back down, following his instructions to a T.
“Are you mine?” Finn stops moving just as I’m gettingclose,halting my orgasm in its tracks.
I don’t answer.