Learning Curve

Thursday April 10th

Scottie

It’s just a little after one in the morning, and with a peek out into the hallway, I’ve confirmed that all of our coaches are in bed. I snag my phone from my nightstand and send a text.

Me: Are you in the elevator?

Finn: Yes.

Me: When you get to our floor, just wait there, okay?

Finn: Okay.

“He’s on his way up,” I update Kayla, and she already has her pillow and favorite fleece blanket in her arms. “Is Tonya ready to sneak you into her room?”

“Yes, but let me be the first one to tell you that you owe me. Big-time.”

“I know! I know!” I close the distance between us to wrap her into a tight hug. “I’ll do anything you want, I swear. And if Coach Jordan or any of the other coaches finds out about this, I will make sure you’re not involved.”

She groans. “Good grief, Scottie. You better not get caught.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Wait…you’re not a screamer, are you?”

“Kayla!” I blurt out in shock. And my face has to be as red as a damn tomato.

“Ha! You are too cute for words, Scottie,” she comments through a laugh and gives me another hug. “And I’m just screwing with you, girl. I’m more than happy to sacrifice myself and my sanity to spend the evening listening to Tonya bitch about her ankle while stuffing candy in her face so you can get your freak on with your boyfriend.”

Tonya rolled her ankle during prelims, and Coach Jordan and Darrell, our team’s physical therapist, have instructed her to take it easy and rest it for finals on Friday. Fingers and toes and everything crossed she can pull through.

Kayla starts to walk toward the door, but she stops briefly to say, “Next Nationals, if I have a boyfriend, your ass is going to be the one rooming with Tonya. I don’t care if you and Finn are married by then.”

What the hell is with everyone saying crazy shit to me about weddings?

“Get real, Kay. I’m a little young for marriage.”

“Says the girl who is basically living with her boyfriend at this point,” she retorts on a whisper as she discreetly opens the door. “That man is always at your dorm these days.”

She’s not wrong. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to say “I do” anytime soon.

Five years down the road, however? That’s a different story.

Kayla offers a little wave over her shoulder as she quickly sprints down the hallway to Tonya’s room. I just barely make out the click of Tonya’s door as it latches shut. Instantly, I pull my phone out of the drawstring of my favorite sweats and send Finn a text.

Me: Coast is clear, but, like, move your ass.

He doesn’t respond, but in a matter of seconds, I see his face appear around the corner. He smiles at me like a man who can’t believe I’ve talked him into illegally sneaking into my hotel room. But he also keeps walking toward me.

Once he reaches my hotel room, I all but shove him inside and close the door so gently that you’d have to have the ears of an bat to hear it.

I turn around to find Finn sitting on my bed, and I don’t hesitate to run across the carpeted floor to dive-bomb myself on top of him.

He laughs, but he also wraps his arms around my body and holds me tightly to his chest. “Excited to see me?”

“You have no idea,” I say through a giggle and straddle his hips. I push his back down onto the bed and sit up straight on top of him. “All that talk about…licking…hasn’t left my mind.”

“Ohhh, so you brought me here with ulterior motives.” He squeezes my ass with both hands, and I feign confusion with a tap of my index finger to my chin.

“I wouldn’t say that. I mean, I thought it was pretty clear why I wanted you to come up.”

“I’ll be honest, Scottie, I thought you wanted to cuddle and shit. I didn’t realize you’re a horny little minx who snuck me into her hotel room so I can put my mouth on her pussy.”

“But, like, I figured we could cuddle. After.”

He cracks up at that. And then, he flips me onto my back so that his big, muscular body is hovering over mine. “I don’t know if it’s safe, Scottie.”

“Why not?” I ask as he moves down my body. He slides his fingers beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and pulls them—and my panties—off with a swift tug.

“I fear that once I taste you…” His eyes are on me now, right there, where I’m already wet and aching for him. “I won’t be able to stop.”

A little moan escapes my lips, and he rests his chin on my pubic bone to lock his gaze with mine. “You want to come on my tongue?”

I bite my lip and nod. Holy hell, yes please.

“What about my cock?”

My hips squirm and I nod again.

He leans back to look at me again, his eyes widening with heat and desire, and his hair just barely hovers over his eyes. He looks good enough to eat, and I’m starting to regret being so focused on my pleasure. The urge to pull out his cock and wrap my mouth around him is an insane desire I never knew I’d have for a man.

But goodness, I have that desire for Finn.

He sneaks his tongue out and takes one long lick against my center. My hips squirm and my nipples harden, and Finn just smiles as he does that move over and over.

It’s the worst, most delicious kind of teasing, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it before I start begging for him to make me come.

My back bows off the bed when he slides his tongue inside me and then slips it back out, wraps his lips around my clit, and sucks.

Holy moly.

He moans against me, the vibrations causing zings of pleasure to shoot to my toes, and he just keeps eating at me. Sucking, licking, inhaling me whole.

And when I come hard on his tongue, he slides his cock out of his jeans and boxer briefs, slips a condom over his length, and spreads my legs with his big hands.

“I fucking need to do that again, Scottie, but I also need to put my cock in you for a little bit,” he says and does just that. In one fluid motion, he slides himself inside me, and I instantly feel so full that I wonder if I’m going to explode from pleasure.

Thankfully, he has no mercy and starts up a driving, deep rhythm that makes my breasts bounce and my breaths come out in erratic pants.

This is different from the times before. It’s raw and primal and animalistic. He is fucking me. And hell’s bells, I’m loving every second of it.

My eyes fall closed and my back arches when I hear his moans turn deep and raspy. He’s so close, I know he’s so close, and it’s only making me more aroused to know that I’m the one who makes him lose control.

But he doesn’t let himself go over the edge. Instead, he slides his condom-covered cock out of me and flips me on top of his body so that his back is pressed into the mattress.

“Ride my face, Scottie,” he says and lifts me up by the ass, spreading my thighs over his face.

“But…but…”

“I’m not giving you my cock again until you come on my tongue again.” His mouth is already on me, and the feel of him licking and sucking at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted has my hands reaching beneath my T-shirt and grabbing my breasts.

And I’m so aroused. So insanely aroused that I just start grinding myself on his face.

“Yes. That’s my girl.” He groans and grips my ass, and that only spurs me on further.

All my inhibitions have left the room, and the only thing I can focus on is my pleasure. I ride Finn’s face until my back bows tight as an arrow and my legs shake with my impending climax.

And I don’t stop grinding myself on his mouth until waves of pleasure wash over me in such an intense, powerful way that I have to reach out and grip the headboard to hold myself up.

My head is lax and my eyes are closed, but Finn is not done. Before I know it, he’s behind me and his hands are spreading my thighs out farther. And then, he’s inside me. Still hard and big and oh-so deep.

He grips my ass with both of his hands as he drives into me with steady, deep thrusts of his cock, and my head falls forward from the delicious feel of it all.

“One day, I’m going to fill you up without a condom, Scottie,” he growls into my ear, and that gets my attention. It makes my mind reel with need and desire and all the things I’ve never experienced.

“Do it. Now,” I whisper, and he freezes behind me. “Finn, you know I’m on birth control.”

“I know, Scottie, but…” He starts to shake his head, but I’m already turning around and removing the condom from his cock. “Scottie.”

“Yes, Finn,” I say and pull his body down on top of mine. “I want to feel you, all of you, inside me.”

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth. “I don’t think—”

“Don’t overthink it.” I wiggle my hips beneath him in a way that makes the tip of his cock just barely slide inside me. He groans, and I wiggle my hips more so he’s in a little deeper.

“I’m never going to be the same after this,” he says and reaches down to gently caress his thumb over where his name has started to fade on my hip. And then he slides himself all the way inside me. Slowly, gently, he pushes his cock as deep as he can go.

We both moan at the feel of it.

And then, all hell breaks loose when the arousal becomes too strong to deny. My hands clutch at his back, and his hands slide beneath my ass as he thrusts himself in and out of me with heavy drives of his cock.

My nails dig into his skin when I can actually feel him getting harder inside me. There’s no barrier, no condom, just him. Just Finn.

The reality of it becomes too much for both of us, and it’s not long before he’s pushing himself as deep as he can go and filling me up with his come. And my body throbs and clenches around him like it wants every single drop of him.

Holy hell. I never knew it could be this good.