Goosebumps immediately pebbled across my skin and the cool night air against my belly made me tense up, my muscles going taught with strain. But being uncomfortable was worth it. Already Fin’s eyes had widened, his pupils dilating and his tongue darting out to nervously swipe at his bottom lip. Which only encouraged me.
“Get set,” I continued in that same airy voice, but this time it was more from nerves than anything else. I pulled my shirt off all the way, revealing myself in just a sports bra and shorts. My pony tail whipped around my neck, tickling my shoulders, the goose bumps covered all of my skin now and I embarrassingly felt my nipples push against the thin material of my sports bra. It wasn’t like I’d never worked out in a sports bra before, but this wasn’t a normal workout. I was on display for Fin and he was devouring every inch of me with his eager gaze.
Fin became raptured, coming to a full stand, his shoulders and jaw slacking. His brows were drawn in confusion but his eyes were wide with wonder.
I had him right where I wanted him.
“Go!” I squealed and then took off, right past him as he stared after me, still confused.
The silence of the night seemed to settle over me. My limbs stretched and ached as I took long strides, pushing my body to its limits. I would win this bet. I had to.
Suddenly my feet were not the only ones pounding the pavement. I heard Fin sprinting after me, his feet going twice as fast as mine. I knew he couldn’t be running backwards, but I didn’t want to take the precious time to turn around and check. I pushed harder, panting for breath, forcing my feet to move faster.
A strong arm looped around my waist suddenly, plucking me up and against Fin’s chest. I let out a shriek of surprise and then wiggled against his hold out of instinct. He stopped running but turned and walked three purposeful strides to one of the high jump mats laying a few feet away.
This made me nervous.
“You’re a cheater, Ellie,” Fin rasped into my ear.
His chest was heaving, moving up and down against my back. His hot arm was pressed against my bare stomach and his body was firm and unyielding with so much tension I was afraid.
“How did I cheat?” I asked, but my voice was no more than a whisper of nerves.
A gentle finger stroked my stomach from where his one arm covered my belly button to the bottom of my sports bra. “Stripping is definitely cheating,” he grated.
I shivered against him, suddenly terrified of the consequences of my actions. We reached the mat and he tossed me down on the thigh high mat. He loomed over me, his expression hungry…. desperate.
“I didn’t do anything that you didn’t!” I argued frantically.
“Is that so?” his voice was back to that calm, eerily quiet pitch.
His gaze held mine for three long sEconds before raking desperately down my body. I felt every inch as he moved his eyes over me, like a starving man presented with a feast. I was nestled in the softness of the mat, the scent of outdoors and sweat lingering on the vinyl surface. He gave me plenty of time to crawl away, to get up and leave, but when it came down to it, when I lay there anticipating his touch that Iknewwas coming, I found I didn’t want to leave. I was just as desperate, just as needy for him.
I shivered again, but not from the cold this time.
He set his hands tentatively on my calves where they kind of hung over the edge of the mat. Slowly he moved them upwards, past my knees, under my shorts.
“God, Ellie, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“Fin,” I breathed reverently.
And that was all it took. He hopped up on the mat, crawling over me, his hands skimming over my skin as he went. Once he was positioned over me, he met my eyes again with an unspoken promise.
His mouth was on mine before I could take in another breath, devouring me, consuming me. His tongue dove into my mouth hot and needy. At first all his hands could do was grip at my waist, holding me to him, but when he was confident I wouldn’t stop him they started roaming my body, exploring me.
Memorizing me.
And I mimicked his every move. My hands moved over his hard muscle and soft skin like I had never touched another living thing my entire life. Each inch was perfectly formed and I relished the feel of it under my fingers. When he moved his mouth to my jawline and down my neck, my fingernails bit into his shoulder and the muscle quivered underneath.
We were lost in each other. I felt how swollen my lips were as his mouth moved down me, kissing my neck, collarbone and more frantically. His hands slid up so that he held me just to the side of my breasts. I could feel his decision to keep them there, but the urgent need he had to feel more of me warred with his resolve.
The lights above shut off suddenly, pitching us into complete darkness. The whining sound of them shutting off was the only noise that broke up our desperate panting.
I thought the shock of no more light would wake Fin up from his this passionate haze, but instead it seemed to only make him more determined. He slowed his kisses, savoring each connection of his mouth to my skin. His lips brushed over my nipple through my sports bra and I let out an embarrassing moan.
“Ellie,” he groaned against my breast. “You win. I can’t do this anymore. I have to have you.”
Reason dug its heels into the fog of lust I had been reduced to and I was more disappointed than anything to realize this had to stop. Moral integrity and all….
