I can’t even think right now, let alone speak.
“Let me hear your voice, Dia.”
“I’m yours.” I surrender.
“Always, baby.” Finn resumes fucking me into another universe. “Now, ride my cock until you mean it.”
And I do. I ride him until I come so hard I’m surprised I didn’t pass out.
“Jesus, you’re tight.”
I have the reflex of clenching him, which only triggers his unraveling. Next thing I know, we’re falling apart in unison. I could come again just from hearing him stifle a moan as he unloads inside me. I’ve heard him groan in the past, but moan? Almost never.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Neither one of us moves for long seconds. We’re both spent, out of breath, and reeling from our orgasms. Finn is the first to snap back to reality, pulling out of me slowly.
“I missed you so much,” he breathes out before spinning me around and kissing me senseless. We kiss until there’s no more air in our lungs and we have no choice but to pull away.
“What now?” I whisper, referring to our current situation.
We are still stuck in our school with a bunch of cops roaming the halls in the middle of the night. Finn seems to think I’m talking about our relationship, because he says, “Now, everything goes back to normal.”
It takes me a moment to realize what “normal” entails.
Normal means going back to being “friends to benefits.”
It means being “unofficial” to the rest of the world.
It means going back to being “sort of together.”
And as I stuff my legs into my jeans, shreds of my dignity scattered all over the floor, I realize something I wasn’t ready for.
Just because I’m his doesn’t mean he’s mine.