Stick Your Landing (All In #3)

18. Zach

18

Zach

Sunlight assaults my eyes way too soon.

The team Halloween party lasted way longer than I anticipated—longer than I wanted since Finley asked me to find her.

So she could prove to me what happened in the hallway was real. And dammit, I needed the confirmation, to know I didn’t dream our kiss. But slipping away to one of our rooms was too risky, especially when my teammates know I never turn in early.

I've never had a reason to want to leave early until last night.

I close my eyes, remembering the way Finley’s soft lips slid between mine, tasting like strawberry lip balm. My hands greedily gripped her tight ass, pulling her as close to me as I could. We weren’t ourselves last night, at least not entirely with our costumes. Finley wore a wig, so I couldn’t run my hands through her sunshine strands like I’d dreamed about. I want to do it today, but I don’t know if I missed the moment. If all that remains is regret.

Then I hear her hot breathy moan from the other side of the wall. I wait a beat to confirm it’s not in my mind.

My phone dings, and I grope for it with my free hand. The other strokes my dick, both relief and absolute fucking torture, especially when Finley’s moans grow louder. What I wouldn’t give to make her fall apart.

Finley

Can you hear me?

Me

Yeah

Finley

I went to sleep turned on

Finley

Soaked and waiting for you

“Fuck,” I say, fisting my cock harder. I’m thinking of a response when the phone vibrates again.

Finley

Still waiting…

Me Coming

Me Shit I mean I’m coming to you

Me No not coming coming. Coming over.

Finley

If you’re not here in fifteen seconds you’ll be coming alone

I fumble out of bed and down the hall, trying not to rush to show exactly how eager I am. She’ll know as soon as she sees me. There’s no disguising what she does to me in these pants.

It’s a miracle she’s inviting me to her room. She’s too perfect for me to be real. When the other shoe drops, when she moves on, it will be my heart fed through a shredder, crosscut into tiny pieces that can never be put back together.

Still, I knock lightly on her door, waiting for permission to enter.

“Come in already,” she calls through a burst of laughter. Every laugh I elicit from her brings me so much joy. “I think we’re past knocking, don’t you?”

A pair of shorts lays on the floor beside her bed, which means underneath the comforter ten feet away, Finley’s naked. Her light blue vibrator sits beside her on the table—it’s not intimidatingly big but has an extra arm to stimulate her clit that my cock doesn’t have. I haven’t worked someone with my dick and my hand before, but if it’s what she likes, I’ll learn.

“We’re alone, right?”

“Matt and Gem are at a playdate with Elodie.”

Finley holds up the comforter, inviting me into bed. I stride through the threshold of the room, not stopping until I’m sliding in next to her. We lay side by side, facing each other. Her free-flowing blond hair is mussed, her cheeks pink.

I can’t take my eyes off her.

“Hi,” she says shyly, such a contrast to her usual confidence.

“Hi,” I say back, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “You look beautiful like this.”

Finley’s lips quirk. “You mean turned-on? Someone kept me wait—”

I can’t help it; I kiss her. Finley melts into my arms, kissing me back with the same fervor as last night. She lets out a satisfied sigh when my tongue enters her mouth to tangle with hers. I pull her closer, bringing her leg over mine and squeezing her ass. One of her hands reaches under my shirt, and she runs her fingers over my abdomen, my muscles clenching beneath her touch. Her other hand grips the side of my head, weaving her fingers into my hair.

I’m painfully hard. Close like this, the tent in my sweatpants jabs her center. She repositions herself until she’s right over my cock, grinding against it, seeking more friction. My vision blackens from the pleasure, and I’m not even inside her yet.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmur between kisses.

She pulls back and her eyes open, blinding me with my new favorite shade of blue. “Your fingers,” she says, taking my hand from her face and bringing it between her legs without an ounce of self-consciousness.

“Shit, Finley—” My strangled words are cut off when my fingers easily slide inside her.

She’s going to feel so good wrapped around my dick. I close my eyes, breathing in deeply, letting it out slowly, willing my throbbing cock to calm down.

“Zach, what’s wrong?”

I keep my eyes shut as I try to talk again, not wanting to see her disappointment or judgment. “I’m not… as experienced as you might think. I want to make this good for you.”

Her fingers lift my chin. “Hey,” she whispers. “Look at me.”

When I open my eyes, the concern in her expression constricts my chest.

“It’s already good for me because you’re here. Don’t stop kissing me, okay?” She places her lips on mine. “And I need you here ”— she brings my fingers to her clit—“more than anywhere else.”

I nearly blurt, Finley, I like you so much , but she’s not asking me to speak. So I kiss her with every fucking emotion coursing through me. I don’t stop, not when she moans against my mouth, or when she writhes on my fingers seeking more pressure, or when her hand strokes my shaft through my pants. I’ve never been this worked up, needed release this badly. I’m barely holding off my orgasm when Finley’s entire body shakes.

She breaks our kiss, throwing her head back. Her voice is breathy and strangled, like she can barely speak. “Zach, I’m so close. Because of you . I didn’t think—”

Her words cut off as she lets out a high-pitched moan.

“Fuck, this is so much hotter than I imagined,” I groan.

I’m already addicted to the look of bliss on her face as she rides my fingers, finding her release. Her head turns into her pillow as she cries my name.

My hand lands on the side of her head, threading through her silky strands. “You didn’t think what?”

“Hmm?” Her eyes are still closed, her inner walls still convulsing around me. She’s so fucking perfect .

Reluctantly, I withdraw my fingers, hoping it’s not the last time she'll give me the privilege of being between her legs. I think about asking the question again, but with the way she’s blissed out of her mind, I don’t think she’ll respond.

Finley’s eyes eventually open, vibrant blue with two wide black irises. She gives me a satisfied smile. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this good.”

She shimmies next to me, bottom lip ensnared in the top, gaze on me. “I want to do something for you, if you’ll let me.”

Finley pulls back the comforter and moves toward the end of the bed. I lift my head to find her sitting patiently between my legs, staring at the tent in my pants. Fuck, I need relief.

More than that, I need her .

My head falls back on the pillow, ceding control to Finley, who rips my boxer briefs down my legs. She flings them to the floor, then grips my thighs, squeezing the muscles.

“You’re stronger,” she says with such reverence in her tone, I have a new appreciation for all those hours I clocked in the weight room during the offseason.

Her mouth slides down my shaft until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. Her tongue licks up the sides as she slides back to the tip. “As perfect as I remember.”

Fuck .

“I’m not going to last long,” I choke out.

Her hand lands on my abdomen and traces the skin above my hip bone. “You let go when you’re ready.”

This woman .

“You are fucking amazing, you know th—”

My words cut off as Finley eases my cock back into her mouth. I lose my ability to speak, to think, to do anything other than let tension build. The way her soft moans reverberate against me amplifies the sensation of her mouth, tongue, hand. It’s such a turn-on to watch her blond head bob up and down, to know she enjoys wrapping her pretty lips around me.

I don’t want this moment to end.

But as I think the words, my hips jerk on instinct, desperate, needing more. She takes me deeper, hollowing out her cheeks to apply the pressure I crave.

“ Finley ,” I warn, but she grips my hips, keeping me in place, silently encouraging me. Her tongue slowly swirls around the head of my cock before she plunges down my shaft again so quickly, I go off like a firecracker, spilling into her mouth.

I’m a fucking mess. She’s made me a fucking mess, physically, emotionally.

I’ve had crushes and puppy love and drunken hookups, but for the first time, I’m consumed by another person. I wake up every morning looking forward to seeing her, to learning more about her, to watching her sail through the air like she’s fucking magic. My heart stops in my chest when she laughs at something I’ve said or when she shows me that gorgeous smile.

I’ve never been this desperate for another person, never craved their presence regardless of what we're doing.

Finley settles into the crook of my arm, sighing contentedly. Having her in my arms eclipses everything else we did, illuminating the depth of my feelings.

I press a kiss to her hair. “I can’t feel my legs.”

She laughs, draping her arm across my waist. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.” I tilt my head to the side. She’s already looking at me, smiling big. I can’t not ask the same question I had after our hookup in the locker room. “You don’t want my mouth?”

Finley’s breath hitches like I’ve surprised her.

“I do,” she replies. “On mine. I really like kissing you, Zach.”

My mouth breaks into a smile. “Yeah?”

“Like, I could do it all day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“There’s no way I’d survive an entire day. I was barely holding on here… but it’d be a good way to go.”

Finley shoves my shoulder.

“I want to take you somewhere,” I say. “Can I?”

“You’ve got me until twelve,” she says. “I need to work out this afternoon, plus finish some homework. You can come if you want.”

I bite my lip, holding in an Already did, thanks . Finley’s smiling at me, like she can read my mind.

And I know without a doubt, I’m going to end up loving this girl.