She watched his handiwork, while he exposed her breasts one at a time before fastening onto one of the aching peaks. Raven let out a tortured cry as Finn nipped and suckled her nipple, looking into her eyes with a sexiness she could compare to no other. He watched her, humming encouragement as she moaned in response to his ministrations. He shifted his pelvis, allowing for a deeper penetration, causing their arousal to build into a state of frenzy. Raven worked her hips in tandem with his, meeting each thrust with a slam that caused him to jerk with pleasure at each contact.
When it became too much, Finn grasped her hips with both hands, and then stood up. He held her up this way, bouncing her on his shaft. Then he swiped any important documents out of the way, and laid her on top of his desk. He pushed her thighs apart, spreading her wide as he pounded into her. The sight of her sweet nectar coating his dick as it dipped in and out of her, set his climax in motion. He knew she was close too, feeling the way her body gripped him tighter and began to spasm around him.
"You look so fucking good. Look at you, taking my cock," he growled. Raven moaned so loudly, he wasn't sure she heard him. Finn leaned forward, increasing the friction between their bodies, and she immediately orgasmed. He followed her lead.
"Damn, babe. What are you doing to me? Huh?" Finn wasn't expecting an answer. He knew exactly what she was doing; slowly unraveling him.
Raven, enjoyed the fuzzy haze of her afterglow. The hard desk beneath her was inconsequential compared to how she felt. Her body burned and tingled all over. Finally opening her eyes, she found Finn staring down at her.
"Well, now I'm really hungry," he joked.
"Then it's a good thing your smoking hot girlfriend brought you lunch," Raven quipped.
"Remind me to thank her after you leave," he teased.
"Jerk!" Raven clamped him in a vice grip with her thighs, trying to hold in her laugh as Finn, chuckled deeply.
"Just kidding, darlin',” he said. “You are the only smoking hot babe bringing me lunch." His smile faded and he leaned in to kiss her. Just as it was starting to take a turn for the intense, Raven pulled back.
"Your lunch is going to get cold, and I'd rather not get caught spread eagle on your desk. Not how I want to start my weekend."
Finn pulled her up to a sitting position, reaching into one of his desk drawers and pulling out a pack of wet towelettes. He carefully wiped between her legs before straightening her clothes, and doing the same for himself. Raven watched in appreciation as he took care of her, not figuring him to be the nurturing type. She smiled at him when they made eye contact, and kissed him as a thank you.
Once they were both as clean as they were going to get, Raven laid out his lunch for him. He relayed how rough his morning had been between bites of his burger. Despite having had lunch already, she still swiped a few of his loaded fries, happy that her metabolism could still handle her eating that way. Finn seemed to be enjoying his burger, and she found herself really enjoying their time together. He was so business-like it shocked her, and he was grateful when she helped him organize his computer files that housed the vendor listings. Then they played a few of his computer games. Before she knew it, it was almost time for him to end his workday.
Lounging back in his chair, Finn watched as Raven left his office. They both agreed that it would be suspicious if they returned home at the same time, especially when she had gotten off of work hours earlier. A warm smile spread across his face as he acknowledged how much better his day had gotten since she stopped by. Far from the mute that he had originally taken her for, it turned out that she was not only thoughtful, but also funny. A lot more mature than he expected, which was a relief. The last thing he wanted was an irrational, reckless girl pretending to be a woman. Sure, she was a little sad or slightly serious, but he could live with that.
Then his thoughts took a turn.
What were they doing? Would it make things harder now that they seemed to be taking things beyond the physical? Even though, there was no helping that because he wanted her to be his. It was only her fear of hurting her father, and his concern for the damage that it may bring to their parent's relationship that he agreed to keep things a secret. He hated that part, because he didn't want to hide his budding feelings for her. Raven was special to him, and the world should know about it.
It was time to shut down for the day. Turning of his computer, he locked up the file cabinets before turning off the lights and closing the door. He'd get home in time to clean up and be on time for dinner like his mother wanted, but then he would have to wait hours before he could see Raven again. That almost soured his mood, but he was on too much of a high from their afternoon together. There was no way he wanted to lose her.
It was almost time for dinner. Raven felt silly for the surge of excitement vibrating through her body. God, she felt crazy. Crazy, but happier than she had been in a long time. What was it about Finn that made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world? He made her feel safe, wanted, and she found herself wanting to do things for him. He wasn't like any of the guys she ever dated in the past. She could feel how he felt about her it in his kiss alone. He set her on fire with emotion and passion and all kinds of romantic notions.
She wondered if those romantic notions were real, or part of the newness? Her lack of a significant relationship, up until that point, left her a little behind the learning curve of how things worked. Inexperience aside, she'd never had her heart broken, and this seemed like the kind of relationship that would break one of them if, or when it ended. Hot and heavy ending with a crash and burn. No, she didn't want to be pessimistic, but life was known for dealing her a shoddy hand. She hoped that his time she held a wildcard.
Dinner started off as usual. His mother said grace, and then Harold began to chat about things that needed to be handled around the ranch. And as usual, Finn tuned out. Normally he would be thinking of the parts he needed for his truck, or if he was going to meet the guys out for a beer. Tonight he was focused on Raven, and trying not to be too obvious that he was trying not to stare at her. He did notice that she seemed more comfortable at the table, almost like she had something up her sleeve. Just as he wondered what she was up to, she entered the conversation.
"Hey Finn. I was going to catch a movie tonight, and wondered if you wanted to hang?" she asked. Finn almost sputtered his lemonade across the table.
"Well, I, um sure. I guess that would be cool," he replied.
"Awesome. We can catch the 8:30 showing of that new paranormal flick," she added, smiling knowingly at her father. Both of their parents seemed to be in approval of her suggestion, so despite his utter surprise, he went with it.
"Oh, what a great idea," her father continued with the farce, grateful that his daughter actually listened to him. Dinner moved on, more small talk amongst the group than usual, with the two lovers exchanging furtive glances at each other.
Once they were settled into his truck and pulling away from the ranch, Finn mentioned his confusion.
"So, are you going to fill me in on what I'm missing? How did this date come to be?" He spared a sideways glance at Raven to find her grinning.
"It's not a date. It's me taking the initiative to get to know you. My dad asked me to try and break the ice with you at lunch," she filled him in.
"Oh really? Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
"Because, I figured it would be best that your reaction was genuine. And it was perfect, you stuttered and all!" She did a little clap and giggled, quite pleased with herself.
"You know what? You're a smart little wench, you are," Finn joked.
"Oh, I'm full of surprises, trust me," she flirted.
"I believe it, and I love it," Finn said, reaching over to caress her thigh and give it a light squeeze. Raven squirmed under his touch, but held his hand in place. He continued to inch his fingers higher, slipping under her denim skirt, dragging her hand along with him.
"So, are we really going to the movies?" His voice was a s
uggestive murmur, matching the gentle motions of his fingers against the little scrap of cloth that comprised her panties. Raven sucked in a deep breath, struggling between giving into his touch and trying to decide if they should make good on their date.
"Yes," she panted. "We are going to the movies."
"Ok, to the movies it is," he said, tapping her clit lightly before moving his hand back down her thigh.
They made it to the theatre with minutes to spare before the start of their movie. The theatre was sparsely filled, mostly with a large group of teens towards the middle and front of the auditorium and a few couples sprinkled throughout. They decided to sit in the back. Finn with his Raisinets, and Raven with her Sour Patch Kids and cherry Slurpee. Once settled into their seats, he slid his arm around her shoulder and she leaned against him.
As the movie progressed, Finn quickly realized he was not enjoying it, and by her grunts and annoyed sighs, Raven wasn't either. It was a little cheesy, and not at all scary. Not one to waste an opportunity to enjoy himself, he refocused his attention on his date, placing light kisses along the delicate skin of her neck. Enjoying the sweet, musky scent that he was coming to love. It made him want to keep his cock buried inside of her. He felt the vibrations of her quivering against his lips and it fueled him to go further. He began to suck and nibble on her earlobe. Once again, he let his hands wander, this time wiggling his fingers inside of her panties.
"Mmmm. You taste better than candy," he drawled against her ear. Raven trembled. Two of his fingers stroked her slit in a smooth circular motion. She whimpered in disappointment when he pulled away.
"Mmmm, so sweet," Finn whispered as he licked her sweet nectar from his index finger. Raven was mesmerized by his kinkiness, but he was too turned on to be embarrassed by what he’d done. He made her feel sexy, and naughty.
After Finn finished his erotic show of savoring her, he moved in for a kiss. It started out slow, sensual, and tortuous. Raven opened for Finn, letting him have his way with her mouth. Tasting herself on his tongue. His tongue explored hers; his teeth nipped her lips before gently sucking on her bottom lip. He returned his attention to the ache between her legs, guiding her hand to replace his.
"Touch yourself, Ray," he commanded. "I want to watch you come and then lick your fingers clean."
She looked around, concerned that some of the other patrons might take notice, but no one was close enough to see anything other than them making out. Moving his hand out of the way, she began to match his movements, stroking herself slowly. She groaned when Finn resumed licking and suckling her neck, his hand now teasing her taut nipple through her top. Her head swayed toward his, she was so caught up in her desire. His deep and heavy breathing turned her on even more. She opened her eyes to look at him, loving the almost pained expression in his gaze as he watched her pleasure herself.
The bulge in Finn’s jeans swelled with each passing moment. Her intentions were to get him off while she did herself. But she halted her attempt at the sight of Finn massaging the imprint off his erection through his jeans, holding in her moan of intense arousal. Her eyes remained glued on his hands, hoping he would take it further.
She was in luck.
Emitting a low groan of pent up need, Finn slowly unzipped his fly and reached inside to free his swollen cock. Stroking it from root to tip.
"You like watching me." He increased his pace. Her reply was a soft whimper, feeling her own arousal drenching her fingers. She slid another finger inside to increase the pressure to her spot. The intensity of her budding climax burned through her entire body.
"That's right, fuck that little pussy. Don't hold back," he panted. "I'm close baby. Look at my dick, Ray. Look how bad I want to be inside of you."
His hand pumped his shaft forcefully, while his thumb glided over the head. He was so into it, his hips were raising up to meet his own touch. Raven couldn't take any more. She turned her head into Finn's neck in an effort to block out her moaning. Her walls tightened around her fingers, and she began grinding her hips in attempt to find her release. The sound of Finn stroking himself undid her, and she groaned through the surge of wetness that covered her fingers.
"Damn, that's hot baby. C'mon. Give it to me."
He grabbed her outstretched hand, shoving her fingers in his mouth. Her eyes dropped to his lap as she watched him thrust up into his own hand. He groaned around her fingers and then exploded. He sought out her lips and kissed her with a sense of desperation that made Raven light headed. Light headed, but deliriously satisfied.
They sat there for a moment, forehead to forehead, trying to catch their breath. There was nothing that needed to be said after such an intense and intimate encounter. This time she was the one to clean him up. Well, as best as she could with the movie theater napkins and her hand sanitizer.
"Let's get out of here, darlin'," Finn whispered as he helped Raven out of her seat. No one paid them any notice.
They casually strolled down Main Street after leaving the theatre, careful to keep an appropriate distance between each other. It bothered Finn that he couldn't touch Raven, or show her any affection. In fact, it was eating away at him. She, however, seemed to be okay, and was lighthearted and giggly on the walk back to the truck. It annoyed him that she seemed so carefree, when he was becoming increasingly fed up with the sneaking around.
He was quiet on the truck ride home, still riddled by his confusion and surfacing insecurities. He wondered if Raven felt anything close to what was going on inside of him. Looking at her, as she stared out at the passing fields of darkness, it was hard to tell. He began to question his own common sense for falling into such an impossible situation.
"What are you over there huffing and puffing about," she asked, snapping him back to the present.
"Huh?"
"What are you thinking about? I can smell all the logs you have on the fire all the way over here," she joked. Finn shook his head.
"Did you go to school to study metaphors, similes, and bad jokes?" he teased in return.
"Ha ha. Don't try to change the subject," she snipped. Finn took a deep breath, not believing what he was about to say.
"I was thinking about this. Us," he said gesturing between them.
"And what about this," Raven asked incredulously.
"I'm wondering what we’re doing. I hate that I have to hide how I feel about you," he went on to explain.
"I don't understand. We both knew we had to be careful. I don't see what the problem is," she replied.
"The problem isn't that I didn't understand our limitations, but that I don't like them now." His response was terse, not as patient as he had wanted to be with her, but it pissed him off that she was being so flippant about it. Affirming that he was the only one in too deep.
"Finn, you know we can't do anything about it. So either we keep things a secret, or we quit." She popped her seatbelt, prepared to depart the truck as soon as he pulled into the yard that was a few feet away. Before she could open her door, Finn grabbed her arm.
"I don't want to end things, I'm telling you how I feel." His voice was low and solemn.
"Well thanks for letting me know."
And with that she hopped out the truck and stormed into the house.
Raven didn't stop until she made it to her bedroom, thankful that her father hadn't waited up for them to come home. Her hands were clammy and she shook them at her side, trying to calm down. She knew she overreacted to Finn's statement, but it was for fear that he was going to end things with her. Even after he stated that that wasn't what he wanted, she was still too wound up to calm down. She felt like she was suffocating in his big ass truck. Why had she freaked out like that? Knowing that what they had could only be temporary, it shouldn't upset her at the thought of things being over.
Now she felt bad.
Leaning against her door, she listened for Finn to enter the house, but disappointed when he went straight to his own bedroom. Her spirits sank even more at the thought
of him being hurt or upset by her actions.
Way to go Raven. You get a gold star for being a first rate ass!
Deciding she needed to calm down, Raven gathered up her towel and headed to the bathroom. She took her usual long shower, replaying their earlier tryst, and secretly hoping that Finn would join her.
He didn't.
Afterward, she headed back to her room, crawling into bed and turning off the lights. She hoped that Finn would come to see her, so they could make up.
But he didn't.
After tossing and turning for another hour, she kicked off her blankets and headed to his end of their hall.
Finn lay in his bed, still brooding over the spat with Raven. Neither a shower nor the episode of Conan O'Brien that he watched before it, did nothing lessen his irritation. Her reaction to their conversation was totally unexpected. She was clearly emotional, but tried to act unaffected, even after he explained that he wasn't trying to end things. If she was felt the same way he did, then why was she acting so crazy?
The opening of his door caught his attention, and he watched as Raven entered his room. She crawled up onto his bed, sitting cross-legged next to him.
"I don't know why I did that," she whispered. Finn remained quiet, giving her the chance to finish her apology
"I thought you were going to tell me that you didn't want to see me anymore, and it made me angry," she admitted. Still not hearing an apology, Finn maintained his silence.
"I'm sorry, Finn. Don't be angry with me!" she pleaded. Her voice strained on the verge of desperation, and it melted his stubborn stance.
"Come here." He motioned toward his chest for her to curl into his embrace.
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