Finn and I spent the whole weekend together. On Saturday night, we went to a gallery where his friend Anna was showing her work.
A part of me had been terrified of being around other students and letting them see me and Finn together, but no one spared us a second glance, even when we’d held hands or shared a few quick kisses.
We drank free wine, ate finger foods, and wandered around, looking at paintings and sculptures.
Anna was an incredibly talented artist, and her Pop Art painting series of scenes from famous books were amazing.
She’d also welcomed me with a big smile and a hug. Finn had told her about us that morning, and after a long talk, she’d invited both of us to her show. I’d expected her to be angry at me, but Finn told me she understood why I’d asked him to keep quiet.
That wasn’t to say everything was awesome. She’d taken me aside toward the end of her show and given me a firm speech about how Finn deserved better than to be hidden, and if I truly cared about him, I’d get over myself and stop treating him like a dirty secret.
She was right.
Hiding Finn away, especially after everything we’d shared, was unfair. It told him that I didn’t value his friendship or our relationship.
On Sunday, we’d gone to watch the local bantam hockey team play against a neighboring town.
Finn had planned the whole day for us. He’d told me he wanted to learn more about my passion, and while NHL games were exciting, they moved a little too fast for him to follow.
That had been one of the best days I’d had in forever. We’d sat in the stands among the parents and fans, huddled together and drinking hot chocolate as I’d explained the different plays and strategies.
By the end of the game, Finn was on his feet, shouting at the bad calls, and at one point, he’d even looked at me with exasperation and gone on a rant about how the opposing team kept getting away with sneaky penalties.
Watching the game, seeing Finn come alive as the game clicked for him, had solidified my decision to open my own coaching business. I had no idea what it would look like or when I would do it, but having a plan eased a weight I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying around.
Then Monday had rolled around, and Finn had been busy meeting with an academic counselor and trying to switch not only his major but also his class load.
It had taken a few days, but the switch had gone through, and he’d been allowed to fill his semester schedule with the first-year distribution requirements for a physics degree.
That had been amazing news, and we’d celebrated with some blow jobs in our favorite part of the library.
But that also meant he was incredibly busy doing catch-up work for his new classes, and he spent all his free time in the library working or holed up in his room.
When he needed a break, I was always around, happy to ease some of his stress with an orgasm or a cuddle or both, but it wasn’t the same.
The one good thing about his new schedule was that it had opened up a world of sneaky public encounters.
We hooked up in the library multiple times but also in empty classrooms, a deserted corner of the archives in the basement, and behind buildings after dark.
We didn’t fuck much in public, mostly sticking to oral or hands, but a few times, Finn summoned me to one of his hideouts, all prepped and ready. Those had been some of the hottest encounters of my life. Bending him over a desk or pressing him up against a wall as I’d fucked him, one hand over his mouth because my man was vocal when he was getting pounded, gave me a thrill like nothing else.
Twenty minutes ago, I’d gotten a dick pic and a building name and class number. That was Finn’s way of telling me he wanted to meet up.
I hurried over, and he was waiting in the stairwell with a sexy little grin and a telltale bulge in his pants that matched mine.
“Here.” Finn dragged me into a classroom with three tables, each with four chairs. A SMART Board on the wall was blank, and it didn’t look like anyone had been inside it for a while.
“What is this room?” I asked as he flipped the lock.
We’d hooked up on the top floor of the engineering building a few times, since there weren’t any offices, just a cluster of seldom-used classrooms, but we hadn’t been in here before.
“It’s a seminar room for graduate classes.” He tugged me over to the big desk in the center of the room. “It’s not scheduled to be in use until tomorrow night.”
“Nice.”
He dropped his bag on the floor, hopped on the desk. Grinning, he pulled me between his legs, and draped his arms over my shoulders.
“We’re right in front of the window.” I let my bag fall beside his. “What if someone in the other building looks through the window and sees us?”
“They won’t.” He grinned wickedly. “That’s the athletic building. That entire side is all mirrors but no windows.”
I looked out the window at the building. He was right.
The athletic building was a big, modern monstrosity with a fully mirrored exterior. The mirrors were all tilted at various angles so they didn’t turn into magnifying lasers when the sun hit them. The building looked a bit like it was pixelated from afar and was a zig-zagging mess up close.
It also only had windows in the front and the back, and we were currently looking at one of its sides.
“Sneaky.” I dropped a kiss against his lips.
“Isn’t it hot to be right out in the open like this?” He hooked his legs under my ass. “Being right next to a window, being able to see the building but knowing they can’t see us.”
“It is.” I nuzzled his neck. “What are you up for?”
He tilted his head to the side with a contented sigh, giving me better access. I took him up on his silent offer and nibbled at his tender skin.
“Do you have a condom on you?” he asked.
We’d taken to using condoms when we did quickies. It wasn’t as intimate, but the cleanup was easier.
I groaned against his neck and nodded.
He slid his hand into my back pocket and fished out my wallet.
I pulled away from his neck so he could open my wallet and fish out the packet of lube and the prelubricated condom I kept in there.
He didn’t bother with the lube, only grabbed the condom and slid my wallet back into my pocket.
I knew that move. He wanted it hard and fast.
Good thing, because so did I.
We busied ourselves with undoing our pants. I shoved mine down around my thighs, my cock already hard and leaking.
He hopped off the desk and pushed his pants around his knees.
It was too risky to take them off, but Finn liked the sensation of having his legs pinned together, so this worked for us.
He sat back down on the desk, his ass right on the edge, watching with hungry eyes as I tore the condom packet open with my teeth, then rolled it on one-handed.
When I was sheathed, he knocked my hand away and gripped me tight.
“Kiss me.”
I loved when he got bossy. Finn had a talent for being able to flip between being bossy as fuck and needy as all hell. It turned me on something fierce when he ordered me around with one breath, then begged me for more with the next.
Our mouths crashed together in a hard kiss as he stroked me, his grip tight and his pace fast.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him off me. I was already close just from the adrenaline of being next to a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
He grinned against my lips, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me close. I gave him a few hard strokes, making sure he was as ready as I was.
He moaned into the kiss, and I had to stop myself from dropping to my knees to blow him.
I settled for sucking on his tongue, taking greedy pulls on it.
“Now, Beck,” he whispered against my mouth.
He lay back on the desk, lifting his bound legs so his knees rested on his chest.
His dick was hidden, but his balls, already high and tight, rested between his legs and right over his hole, which was wet and shiny and open for me. Fuck, what a sight.
“You ready?” I grabbed his jeans and gripped his thighs and held tight. I wanted to see all of him as I fucked him.
He gripped the edge of the desk and licked his lips.
“Do it. Hard.”
His eyes, gleaming with naughty desire, flicked to the window.
I steeled myself and lined my dick up with his hole. When he breathed out, I pushed in.
He’d done a hell of a job prepping himself, and I slid in with barely any resistance.
His hot, tight channel gripped my cock in the most delicious way as I sank all the way into him on the first pass.
We moaned in unison, the sound harsh and loud in the silent room.
“Hold on,” I warned as I tightened my hold on his thighs.
He turned his head to me and smirked, that gleam still there.
“Do your worst.”
“Brat.”
I pulled out until only my head was holding him open.
“Tease,” he grumbled, wiggling as he tried to force me to move.
Grinning, I slammed into him as hard as I dared, and my thighs slapped against his full ass.
He let out a choked cry.
I watched his ass as I fucked him hard and fast. That jiggle never got old.
His cock bounced in front of him, slapping his stomach with each of my punishing thrusts.
Finn was panting and moaning, biting his bottom lip as he looked between me and the window.
I followed his gaze.
He was right. Being in front of the window cranked my arousal up to one thousand. I pretended that every mirror was a window, and the thought that crowds of people could be watching us, and we’d never know was one of the hottest fantasies I’d had in a while.
Finn and I both had an exhibitionist kink, but we didn’t actually fuck in front of people, no matter how hot the fantasy made us. First, consent was a thing, and second, I was still so deep in the closet I could probably find Narnia if I turned around.
I didn’t know if we’d ever actually try fucking where people could see us, but the idea got me hotter than I would admit to anyone but Finn.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
Finn stared at the window, his eyes at half-mast and his knuckles white from holding on to the desk so tight.
“I’m thinking how hot it would be if this were the other side of the building and people were watching us.”
“Fuck,” I bit out, delivering a hard thrust. He let go of the desk and slapped one hand over his mouth to stifle his cries. “Me too, baby. Imagine all those people watching you getting fucked. Seeing my dick slide in and out of your perfect ass.”
He moaned around his hand.
We usually didn’t dawdle when we fucked in public. The adrenaline alone made us come fast, but today I was feeling brave, and it seemed Finn was too.
“I’ll bet they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off themselves. Imagine all of them getting off as they watched us, watched you. Can you picture it, baby?”
His eyes rolled back in his head, and spots of red appeared on his neck and cheeks. He bit down hard on his hand.
His channel rippled around my dick, telling me he was getting close.
“Grab the desk,” I gritted out.
As much as I wanted to keep talking to him and driving him crazy, I was too close.
He did. I bent over him, put my hand over his mouth, and planted my other hand on the desk for leverage.
He clenched around my dick.
“Fuck.” My rhythm faltered, and he shot me a triumphant look.
“You think so, huh?” I shifted so I had the perfect angle to fuck him and nail his prostate. Then I let loose.
I slung into him with zero finesse, letting my body take over.
He panted and moaned under my hand as if he were talking. I loved how vocal he was during sex. It didn’t matter if he was topping or bottoming. His steady stream of dirty talk and random commentary turned me on like nothing else.
Staring into his eyes, I fucked him as hard as I could.
He jerked on the table with every thrust, his grip on the desk keeping him from sliding away from me. His inner walls were rhythmically squeezing around me.
I bit my inner cheek hard. Hopefully, the pain would distract me. I wanted to watch him tip over.
It worked, and I kept my focus on his face and did my best to ignore the pleasure that swirled inside my body, threatening to take me over at any moment.
His eyes went from intense and focused to confused and a little shocked. His ass was gripping me so tight I could barely stand it, but I kept going, determined to make him come first.
Finn lifted one hand and reached for his dick.
“No.”
He narrowed his eyes and gripped the desk again.
He wiggled his hips, his demand clear.
He wanted me to jerk him off.
I shook my head. A sense of pride and triumph washed over me as he huffed.
Finn’s bossy side was a hell of a ride, but his defiant one was on another level.
The push and pull was amazing, and I angled my hips slightly so my cock dragged over his prostate instead of just hitting it.
“You going to come all over my cock?” I asked in a low voice.
He nodded, the shock in his eyes doing something to my insides.
I delivered three more hard thrusts, and Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head.
I let go of his mouth and tugged his shirt and sweater up as he arched his back. His stomach muscles tightened, and his legs trembled against my shoulders.
I sped up, going as fast and as hard as I dared.
He was biting his lip so hard I was low key worried he’d cut himself.
I covered his mouth again, breathing hard as I kept up my pace.
My orgasm was right there, rippling under the surface. My balls tightened, and my dick grew so hard I ached.
The only reason I was able to keep going at this pace for so long was the condom. It dulled the sensations and was a handy tool when we wanted things to last.
Finn’s eyes were locked on mine, and I saw the exact second his orgasm hit.
His expression went from pleasure drunk to pained. Then his eyes rolled back, and he bit my hand hard.
His ass gripped and held my cock, and the pressure combined with watching him come was too much.
My body tightened to the point of pain, then I was coming too, emptying what felt like my entire soul into the condom. Finn writhed and shot ropes of cum onto his exposed skin.
It wasn’t the first time I’d made him come hands-free, but it was the first time I’d done it when we were in public.
Watching him as he gave over to the pleasure sent my mind into a tailspin, and I closed my eyes and grunted and moaned through my release, not caring how much noise we were making. I let go of his mouth and caught myself on the desk.
Finn stopped shooting and lay under me, boneless and dazed.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
My breaths came in ragged pants as I struggled to stay in reality.
We didn’t have time for zoning out and snuggling.
“We’re so doing that again,” he said, a dreamy quality to his voice.
I huffed out a laugh and gently pulled out of him.
We both winced as my cock fell free.
Before he could move, I leaned over and licked him clean.
Finn gently threaded his hands through my hair and sighed happily. “It’s so hot when you do that.”
“You were so sexy just now.” I lifted my head and licked my lips.
I helped him into a sitting position, then took care of the condom, making sure to tie it off. I pulled a wad of napkins out of the front pocket of my bag. I wrapped the condom up, then tucked it back into my bag.
I didn’t like carrying around used condoms, but it was safer than leaving them in the trash in random places around campus.
When I stood, Finn was pulling up his pants. He stepped into my space and kissed me.
Our kiss was slow and soft, the kind of kiss that comes from being deeply satisfied and content.
Finn pressed his hard body against mine, gripping my ass in a possessive way, and licked into my mouth.
Warmth and love rolled through me as a single word echoed in my thoughts.
Mine.
I might have said as much during sex, but it was true.
Finn was mine.
He was my other half.
The person who not only made me feel alive but also calmed and centered me.
I was in love with him and had been for a while.
Now wasn’t the time to tell him, especially since I wasn’t sure he was there yet.
Instead, I poured all my emotions into my kiss and made love to his mouth.
When we finally pulled away, we were both panting and half-hard.
“I can’t believe it, but I could go again.” He grinned, his eyes sparkling as he pressed his hips to mine. “I would’ve thought that last orgasm would have had me down for the count, but you’re just so fucking sexy I want you all the damn time.”
I dragged my cock over his. “Likewise, baby. I’ve never been as horny for anyone as I am for you.”
He groaned and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “I have class soon, and we probably shouldn’t push our luck.”
I stepped away from him and tried to will my erection away.
He was right.
We’d gotten away with things so far. It wouldn’t be wise to spend any more time here.
We gathered our bags, shared one last goodbye kiss, then snuck out of the room and crept through the quiet floor to the stairs.
