Chapter 36

It was the piece of paper that was sitting on my coffee table. The mail had come an hour ago and I had spent my Saturday just starring at the envelope on the glass table of my living room. The television was on in the background, but I was so lost in thought that I didn't even hear it anymore.





I was hunched over on the edge of my couch with my elbows on my knees and my interlocked fingers forming a fist that rested against my lips. Dad had gone out fishing with his friends but even he was eagerly awaiting the letter. I told him that I would tell him the second it got here, but I had yet to call him because he would immediately ask what it said and I didn't have the willpower to look just yet.



Winter break had gone by smoothly and it seemed that most of the rumors had died down by the time I returned last monday. I was grateful for that at least. But even that thought couldn't distract me from my current predicament.



The fate of my future relied on that paper and I wasn't ready to have a dream shattered. Despite the fact that I had gone in expecting the worst, a part of me still had hope and I was scared to death of that hope disappearing.



I was over reacting. If I didn't make the team, my life wasn't over. I still had college to worry about. My mind still couldn't shake the feeling that this was huge, though. The tryout had gone good in my opinion but, there was no telling what could have factored into the final decision. I was a woman, after all.



I was pulled from my thought bubble with the sound of my doorbell ringing through the air. My head snapped up and a second later I heard Finn's voice. "Hurry the hell up, Sylvia. This is important." He sounded desperate enough so I forced myself to get off the couch, much to my sore muscles protest. Sitting in the same position for an hour probably wasn't my best choice.



Either way, I made my way to the front door and opened it to reveal a breathless looking Finn. "Did you just run a mile or something?" I asked bewildered at his frazzled face. His hair looked good as hell but his expression was one of shock. This was the second time in two weeks he showed up at my doorstep without a damn jacket. But to be honest, that seemed to be the last thing on his mind right now.



"No. I'm just really anxious. I drove here actually." He said gesturing to the Range Rover in my driveway. At least he gained some common sense. I moved to let him in.



"You need to work out more then, because you look pretty breathless." I noticed the envelope that his hand was being clutched like death. "I assume it has something to do with that. Did you open it?"



"Did you open yours?" He asked cautiously.



I shook my head 'no' and closed the door before heading back into the living room. Finn followed after slipping off his shoes. I picked the paper up off the glass table and sat down on the couch, going back into my crouched position. Finn mimicked me and took a seat to my left.



"You made it. I know you did." I said without looking away from the envelope with my name and address on it.



"I'm not so sure. I think you made it though." He replied. Finn seemed like the envelope in his hands was sucking his soul, it held his attention so well. "Here. Open mine." He said and shoved the envelope into my hands. "I can't do it. You do it and give me the bad news."



I bit my lip hesitantly. I couldn't open mine either. "Fine. You open mine. Better I get the news from you." I replied and handed him my envelope.



I angled my body so my left leg was on the couch and my right was hanging off. My body was facing his. He turned himself slightly so we could face each other. "On three." He said.



"One..." My fingers brushed the edge of the heavy envelope.



"Two..." My nails caught the edge of the seal and my heart rate sped up. It wasn't even mine and I was stressing out.



"Three..." My wrist flicked back the paper and tore open the envelope. My hand grappled for the letter anxiously and when I pulled it out, I hesitantly yet excitedly unfolded it. The paper was thick and there were other packets in the folder. That was a good sign.



My eyes met the official looking letter and they scanned over the document looking for positive words. I caught some and re read the sentence. 'Congratulations! You, Griffin Riley, have been granted a starting spot as a midfielder on the United States of America's Men's Olympic Lacrosse team.' Holy shit.



My wide eyes flicked up to Finn and a big smile broke across my face. Finn's eyes darted back and forth across my letter. As if my heart couldn't beat any faster. Just put me out of my misery, for God sakes.



Despite my internal feelings of dread, when Finn's green eyes looked up and met my wide grin, I knew it would be okay. Even if I didn't make it, he did.



My eyes flicked down to his lips to see a beautiful grin where his smirk usually sat. I moved them back up to his eyes to see he was still trained on my lips.



Emeralds met my vision again and I was so lost in his eyes that I didn't notice that we were both leaning in with smiles on our faces. Time froze as Finn's lips touched mine and I felt like I was on cloud nine. I closed my eyes when I felt his lips move, signaling that he meant to kiss me. My own lips moved against his just as, if not more, aggressively.



The paper on my lap was lifted and put on the table but I nearly noticed. I was to busy being focused on the dominant and savory motion of Finn's soft, full lips on mine. I had wanted him for weeks and I think I might have actually gotten him.



His large hands moved to my hips and pulled my body closer to him. The cups of my breasts pressed against his firm chest and my hands snaked up his front and around his neck until I reached his hair.



Finn's teeth nipped my lower lip and I smiled against his lips while allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. I bit his tongue lightly back and his warm hands slid under my shirt to rest on my waist. I was in the middle of kissing him when he pulled back breathlessly for a second. "I'm assuming this means I made it...." he trailed off.



I smiled and let out a small breath. "Yeah. Should I assume the same?"



"Hell, yeah." He responded. This time I kissed him first, showing him that I wanted this. I used my body to push him back so that I was straddling him. This day couldn't get any better.



Despite the fact that I was on top of him, Finn somehow dominated the kiss and took control of the interaction. The feeling he gave me was intoxicating.



His hands moved up from my waist at the same time as I grinded myself into his lap. He let out a small groan and I slid my hands down his muscles and under his shirt. My delicate fingers danced over the harsh contours of his muscles before I slipped his shirt off completely. His hands found their way back up my abdomen and up past my chest as he slipped my shirt off too.



I don't know what this is, but I sure as hell wasn't going to stop it. If we fucked, the I definitely wouldn't complain. My body craved Finn's like he was water and I was dehydrated. Finn's warm lips connected with my lower neck聽 and sucked on my soft skin. It sent shocks through my body and I let out a low moan.



The noise set something off in Finn, though. He pulled away from my neck leaving me breathless, confused and frankly, a little hurt. "I've wanted to have sex with you since I first laid eyes on you but...I don't know if we should be doing this in light of recent....events." He said, equally as breathless.



I closed my eyes for a second and leaned my forehead against his. "If your talking about what I think you're聽 talking about-"



"I am." He confirmed.



I opened my eyes and pulled my head back so I can look him in the eyes. Those damned emerald eyes. "Is been weeks, Finn. I know when I'm ready for something. Besides, I trust you more than I trust anyone else. Please, Finn. I'm ready, I promise. I trust you."



Usually virginity talks are awkward. In some way, this felt like one of those. I was in no way a virgin but I hadn't had sex since my rape. The doctor had said that people respond differently. Some people can't handle sex but some can very easily. I knew what I felt and I knew what I wanted. I wanted him. I wanted Finn more than I've ever wanted another person before.



"Okay." He whispered before tilting his head into the crook of my neck. He found that same sweet spot that he had been on just seconds ago and nipped it. I let in a slow and deep breath as his mouth continued to play with the already sensitive skin, causing intense shocks of pleasure to shoot through my body and a shiver to go down my spine. I let out my deep breath in one shaky and heavy exhale. Somehow I sank down into his lap even more when he released my skin with a pop. His mouth trailed up my neck, nearly touching the skin until he reached me ear. "But you better tell me to stop if it's too much. I want you comfortable."



"Deal." I whimpered and gripped his hair as he moved away from my earlobe. Before he could get back to my neck, I put my lips on his skin.



I started at his earlobe and quickly found that the base of his jaw was his sweet spot. When I found it and sucked the skin harshly, his hands on my ass tightened and I let out a moan against his neck.



Finn moved his hands from my ass, to my upper thighs. His hands were so large that when they banded around the back of my thick thighs, his finger tips came dangerously close to my aching pussy. I rotated my hips on his lap again in an attempt to satisfy my desperation but it only made the feeling worse.



Finn's hands tightened and I felt him stand up with ease. I wasn't surprised. After all, I did go to the gym with him. My legs wrapped around his waist fully and I felt his growing bulge against me. I moved my mouth from his neck, back to his own mouth where we kissed feverishly. His skin was pressed against mine in a way that it had never been before. All those times we shared a bed, not once had I felt this attracted or connected to him.



His Olympic legs easily ascended the stairs and walked us down the familiar path that led to my room. We entered and I closed the door with my left hand while my right stayed cupping Finn's angular jaw. That jaw. Fuck. That's why I was originally so attracted to him. I had a major thing for jaw lines.



My back was pushed against the now closed wooden door, pinning me against the wall. And for some reason, since I knew it was Finn, I relished being pushed up against the wall. I wanted to submit to the power he had over me because I knew he cared for me in a way no one else did.



His hands moved up my back as I arched it away from the door so he had room. My legs were wrapped around his body so tightly that I wanted to moan again. In a swift move, Finn's hand was positioned at my bra, ready to unclasp it when he pulled away from my lips with a smacking sound. "Are you sure?" His eyes always had the ability to see through me but I never felt it as much as right now.



"Yes, Finn. You don't need to keep asking. I'll tell you if I'm not." I assured him before kissing his lips again. My fingers lightly teased my nails down his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. I watched as goosebumps arose on his tan skin.



Finn unhooked my bra and I moved my arms so the black lace fell to the wood floor. His slightly calloused hands felt so good along my soft skin as his thumbs traced under my breasts before running over my nipples in the center. I let out another heavy breath and Finn's hands momentarily left my breasts so he could hold my ass as he moved me to the bed.



My back hit the comforter and before I could show him any attention, his face was on my body. His warm tongue circled around my right nipple making it harden. Finn's mouth covered it and I felt his teeth gently pinch my peak of contracting nerves. I arched my back as he pulled up slowly, his teeth still attached to my skin. "Finn!" I moaned in pleasure and pain. It hurt yet felt so good. I was a masochist at its truest form.



He did the same to my other breast while his right hand slithered down my toned stomach painfully slow. His hand moved under my shorts and underwear. Finn's pointer finger hooked onto the skin covering my clit and he pulled up making me scream out in euphoria due to the agony he made me feel. I really was a masochist.



Finn's eyes met mine when he moved down my body slowly until he was kneeling between my legs. "I told you that was your 'Oh' face." He said with a smirk.



"No. You said that was my orgasm face." I recalled that time at practice and then the party were he held my eyes as I moaned for someone else. "You don't get to see that one quiet yet."



"And why would that be?" He raised a tantalizing eyebrow and slipped my shorts and underwear off. Finn's knuckle brushed against my slick opening and I almost forgot what we were talking about.



"Well, if you would get off of me so I could get on you, then I could show you that my mouth is good for more than just my 'Oh' face." I moaned again as I said 'Oh' because Finn moved my clit in a slow circle with his thumb.



"As much as I would love a blowjob from you, baby," he paused and gave my ass a blissful slap. "I would love to taste you even more." He murmured before covering my already swollen clit with his mouth.



Fuck that was hot.



Finn made me feel things that I had felt before, but so much more intense that I almost forgot my name. I hadn't even cum yet and my brain was already checked out. He continued his assault on my clit before moving his tongue inside of my walls. Those large hands held my legs to the bed so I couldn't move around, giving him complete control to torture me with pleasure. His pink tongue curled inside me and stimulated my insides perfectly as I struggled against his grip on me.



Finn's hand moved to my breast where he pinched my nipple again and I let out a high pitched noise against the roof of my mouth while curling my toes.



When his mouth left my body, I was a panting mess who couldn't think straight to save her life.



"What? Did you just run a mile?" He mocked my earlier words.



"Fuck you." I panted out at him. Finn leaned over my body, my stiff nipples nearly grazing his skin. His mouth moved to my ear and he whispered.



"I think the correct phrase is 'fuck me'."



My hands found their way to his pecks and I pushed him off of me lightly while I sat up. I swiftly stood and pushed him down onto his back. Now I was in charge.



He watched me with those hooded emerald eyes as I cupped his bulge and ran my thumb gently over it. My eyes never left his as I undid his belt and took off his black ripped jeans and his boxers. I moved my fingers down his pronounced V-line before running the side of my thumb up his shaft. His chest rose and fell shakily and I smirked.



My eyes were still on his as I gripped the base of his shaft and ran my tongue around his tip. I loved the taste of his clean skin. I didn't think there was anything better.



I was about to go down on him when his hand clasped around my wrist. I raised an eyebrow since my eyes were already on his.



"What did I say sweetheart?" He asked while sitting up. Before I knew what to respond with, my back was on the bed again and he was hovering on top of me. "I'm the one giving tonight." Finn huskily said in my ear.



Finn's finger slid up my moist slit before he asked, "Do you have a condom?"



"No but I'm on the pill and clean."



"Good. So am I." He said before placing his hungry lips on my neck again. The heat moved down to my right breast again and he spoke when his mouth covered my nipple again. I moaned so loud at the vibrations that I almost didn't hear him say, "Tell me how much you want me, Sylvia."



"More than anything." I wasted no time responding. "I want you to fuck me more than anything, Finn."



Finn lined up and pulled away from my chest to look me in the eyes again. "Are you sure?"



"I've never been more sure. I should be completely healed, just go slow at first and I'll let you know."



He nodded and slid into me. I couldn't help but throw back a moan and open my mouth wide in pleasure as his thick cock entered me. I was sore in a 'just worked out' way and it only made the pleasure and pain feel even better. No wonder all the girls wanted to fuck him. Word must get around that this man is huge. And he has skill? Life isn't fair but it defiantly favored Finn.



"I'm good." I moaned.



Finn grunted in response and started to move slightly faster and deeper. Finn would be the death of me. His hands were all over my body and behind they left a trail of pleasure and tingling that was too much for my brain to process. My legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper into my cunt. My muscles were starting to tighten like a vice around Finn's large dick. I bit my lip as he thrusted into me faster. My ass tingled in a good way as he slapped it. I let out a moan at the harsh contact of his hand and my skin. It turned me on even more.



Finn's thumb moved over my clit aggressively as I squirmed and moaned his name with increasing volume. "Fuck! Finn!"



Finn smirked down at me as he continued. His eyes were filled with joy as he watched me unravel for him. "Again, baby, it's 'fuck me'." He teased.



"I hate you." I moaned because I couldn't come up with a come back. My brain was to preoccupied with the things this man was doing between my legs.



He leaned over my body, his skin rubbing against my nipples as he thrust into me. He knew all the right moves and it drove me crazy. "You must not hate me that much. You like me enough to let me inside of you." He nibbled on my ear. "You like me enough to scream out my name as I make you turn into a pile of mush in the palm of my hand."



"I hate you." I moaned because I couldn't come up with a come back. My brain was to preoccupied with the things this man was doing between my legs.



I didn't respond, I only continued my noises of pleasure that were forced to expel my body. "I'm going to cum." I gasped out before biting Finn's toned shoulder and dining my nails into his back. Finn let out a grunt in response.



"Then cum with me," he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear brought me over the edge and my nails sunk into his skin so hard, they were probably never coming out of his back.



Fuck, the things Griffin Riley made me feel.