85. Finn
Chapter 85
Finn
I ’m parked outside of Thea’s door, waiting for her to return. I know she’s still on campus, because Holden sent me live footage of her at the library. I should probably be there too, but I’m spending less time out in public these days. I’ve got a bag of all of Thea’s favorite snacks and drinks beside me for the movie night I’m here to convince her to have.
She comes through the stairwell door, carrying a cup of coffee in her hand. It’s a good thing I’m here to keep her from studying all night. Before she can complain, I pull out a bag of twizzlers, waving it at her like a matador with a cape.
“What do you want Finn?” She asks, eying the candy.
“Just to hang out for a little while. Since none of us have rides, I thought we could do a movie night.”
“You expect me to come to Vale Tower?”
“Absolutely not. It’s a hang for just the two of us.”
“That sounds like you’re asking for a date.” She says as she unlocks her door.
She still doesn’t like that word, which is why I was careful not to use it. “Not a date. Just two people hanging out, watching a blockbuster flick.”
I pull one of the DVD cases out next. I have two that have been out for years and two that came out over the summer while she was gone. When she doesn’t slam the door in my face, I take that as permission to come inside. “Which movie do you want to watch?” I ask, pulling the rest out of my backpack.
I put on the heist movie she chooses, then get to work setting the snacks and drinks on the table in the shared lounge. “Where are your suite mates?” I ask, heading to the microwave to make the popcorn.
“Not sure. Probably hanging with their friends.” She calls from the bathroom. When I’m done, I pull the table closer to the chair that is way too hard for my liking. Thea comes back out carrying a lawn chair. I watch as she unfolds it and sets the legs in place. It has a padded scooped seat. When she disappears again, I ease into the contraption, which turns out to be a hammock chair.
Oh, this is much better. I slip off my shoes, curling into the corner. She comes back out, carrying a blanket, takes one look at me and says, “You’re not stealing my chair, Finn.”
I scoot over a little more. I wouldn’t dare take her seat, but after sitting here, just for these few minutes, there’s no way I’m sitting in her hard ass school issued chair to watch a movie. “It’s more than enough room for us to share.”
“No, there isn’t. I’d be sitting on top of you, so move.”
She can’t honestly think I’d be upset about her sprawled all over me. I pull her down into the seat. “You know I’m not moving, so do whatever you need to do to get comfy.” Pulling the remote from my pocket, I start the movie while she preps her snacks and drinks.
After a few more minutes of squirming to get comfortable, she curls up at her end of the hammock with her feet on my lap. We pass the snacks back and forth a few times, then get immersed in the movie. We only have the sound from the television so it doesn’t have the cinematic effect that you need for blockbuster movies. I need to get her a sound bar and surround sound speakers for the next time.
The movie ends and we roll into a second one. I’m now laying on the same end she is. Thea’s even more relaxed. Her back fitted into the curve of my body. My arms are wrapped around her, one of my hands teases lazy strokes against her lower belly.
She gives me the stink eye, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. Not even when one hand drifts lower to sit between her legs and the other moves to cup her breast. She turns her head again and I tell her, “Watch the movie, Pet.”
She huffs, but does as I say. Her body’s hidden under the blanket, but I don’t need to see what I’m doing. I’m on a mission as I work my hand inside her pants. My fingers quickly find her clit. I groan when my finger connects to her damp curls. We never addressed what happened on the beach, but I’ve been slowly working my way through her defenses. I really only intended to watch a movie tonight, but she feels so good in my arms. How can I not touch her? “Why are you so wet?”
“Hot guys blowing shit up on the tv.”
“Is it just them? My presence doesn’t affect you at all?”
“Not one bit.” She parts her legs, allowing my hand to slip further between them.
“That’s cold, but I’ll take advantage of your attraction to them, anyway.” I pull her face around to look at me and kiss her. The blanket slips to the floor as I work my pants open and then down to mid thigh, before doing the same to hers.
Breaking our kiss, I say, “I’ve always wondered how it would feel to fuck in a swing.” I sit up, pulling her into my lap with her back to my chest, spreading her legs wider, as I look over her shoulder at my hand, watching as I dip my fingers in and out of her tight channel. Her hips churn slowly, her ass rubbing against my dick as I rock us back and forth.
I ignore the urge to spread her out on the floor to fuck her. This is just a little harmless petting. “I love those little sounds you make.” I say, leaning back to get a better look at her heart-shaped ass sliding across my aching cock, as her pussy tries to swallow my fingers. I’m losing control of this seduction. Her feet are on the floor as she rocks against my hand, her ass grinds against me harder and faster.
“I’m gonna make a mess. So if you don’t want that, you need to stop.” I warn.
“You sto-op.”
I can’t. I want to come all over myself like an inexperienced teen. This is fun. Spontaneous. Freeing. Just like our water fight was at the community service project. I groan loud enough to shake walls when she reaches around to grab my dick, slipping the full length of it between her thighs. “Don’t stop, Pet. I want to walk out of here with a big ass wet spot on my boxers.”
Our pants and groans drown out the movie. The walls in this building are thin enough that they can probably hear us next door or in the halls. It turns me on even more, knowing someone will hear how good she’s making me feel.
“Gonna’.” She gasps. “Gonna. Cum.” She groans. Her body curling forward. She’s locked so tight I can’t move my fingers. My balls tingle. I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, giving it a firm squeeze. I’m so ready to erupt. Thea scrambles off my lap with a yelp, rushing to answer her ringing phone with a breathless, “Hey.”
“Shit,” she says, disappearing into the bathroom. “I’m sorry. I got distracted. I’m on my way.”
I climb to my feet, pulling my pants up, letting them hang unbuttoned on my hips. When I poke my head into the bathroom, the steam from the shower blasts me in my face. Over the running water, I yell, “Tell me you’re not leaving in the middle of our movie night.”
She sticks her head out of the curtain and says, “I’m not leaving in the middle of movie night.”
“Then why are you in the shower?”
“Because I’m leaving after movie night, which officially ended five minutes ago.”
She glances down at my still hard dick. “Sorry to cut this short. I was having fun, but I’m supposed to be somewhere. See yourself out. Thanks.”
The kiss she blows me lessens the hurt of her kicking me out, but I’d really like to know what she has to do that’s more important than fantastic orgasms.
“Finn!” she shrieks when I snatch the curtain open.
I ignore her glare, taking my time to soak up every inch of her body as I pull my dick out, pumping up and down its length. I’m already primed, so looking at the water trailing down her skin, the soap on her body, it doesn’t take long to get me back to the place I was before she took that call. I reach out, swiping some suds off her body, using it to ease the glide of my hand.
“Gonna paint you with my cum. Good thing you’re already in the shower.” I grunt, jerking myself faster and harder. Jets of thick cum lands on her thigh. Her belly. I catch some in my hand and smear it on her nipples and cheek as I lean in to kiss her. “Stay out of trouble, Pet.”
I straighten my clothes, whistling as I exit the bathroom, closing the door behind me.