Finn had taken me to dinner at a classy restaurant close to the hotel. He was awkward-looking in his crisp new blazer and poorly done skinny black tie. Finn had been a true gentleman, pulling out my chair and paying for the over priced meal that I had pushed around my plate. The conversation was disjointed and uncomfortable with pauses and shifting in seats. The subject of conversation had been heavily based on the menu that we both stared at intently; we were not like ourselves, both avoiding the topic that was like an elephant in the room: sex. Tonight we were having sex.
The restaurant experience had been terrible and it was everything I had ever wanted. Because that's how it was supposed to be; Finn being gentlemanly, while hiding his boyish excitement for the event to come. Me being ladylike and civil, while holding in the elation that me and Finn were going to do it and it was going to be great.
We went back to his room and I started to kiss him, down his neck like I always did. But tonight was going to be different because I was going to have sex with Finn. I kept thinking that over and over again as Finn hungrily kissed at my neck as he took off my clothes.
We were in underwear now and standing at the side of the bed. I thought of Sam when I realised Finn had taken control, he was leading me to where we wanted to go. This reminded me of Sam's other pointer and I stopped my heavily planted kisses on Finn's neck to kiss somewhere else.
I had kissed a trail down to Finn's belly button when he questioned my actions.
"What are you doing?" He asked, he was excited.
I got down on my knees.
"I want to kiss it" I said, talking into his boxers.
He sighed a little moan of pleasure as I started to suck. It didn't take long before he was groaning into his clenched fisted that he had stuffed in his mouth. He finished with a moan and a heavy pant. I stood back up with a smile that of a Cheshire Cat.
He growled and tackled me into the bed. My legs were either side of him now and I could feel his penis pressing hard against my inner thigh. I had neglected to inform Finn of my virginity and I couldn't decide if this was a significant snippet of information needed to copulate. I decided it would put a damper on the sexy instinctual mood.
"Okay" he said preoccupied with moving a condom onto his penis while pushing down the elastic of his boxers that were still around his waist.
I really should tell him about my virginity, shouldn't I?
And then it was too late because I wasn't a virgin anymore. He had pushed himself into me. I winced, slightly, hiding the excruciating pain that felt like my insides were ripping up. He panted, moving back and forth inside me. I moaned, not out of pleasure, oh god no, but not out of pain either. I made those noises to make him feel like he was making me feel good, for him to feel the satisfaction of pleasuring me.
After a final groan he looked at me with all the love he had and smiled. He then rolled onto the bed beside. He fell asleep soon after and I could here his light snoring. I didn't sleep, I couldn't. My body was aching and I wanted to go scuttle off to the bathrooms to check for damage. I couldn't because Finn had begun romantically cuddling me, spooning me with his arms clutched loosely around me.
I begged that sex wasn't going to be like that forever, that it was painful because I had been tight jand now I was looser. A tear ran slowly down my cheek and land in a quiet thud onto my pillow.
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Truth or Dare (Jack and Finn Harries fanfiction)
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