Chapter 28 Kaia
KAIA
Gazing up at Flynn makes my heart flutter, and slowly everything else melts away.
His fingers flex against my jaw and a question warms his eyes as we stare at one another, so to answer it I lean up on my knees and place both hands on his thighs.
“I’ll do anything,” I repeat softly and Flynn’s jaw ticks briefly on one side.
I want whatever he wants to give me, even if it’s nothing more than a kiss.
Deep down, I know trust can’t be forced, but the very fact that Flynn’s entertaining this idea makes it seem like trust isn’t the real issue here and something else is at play.
Does he not want me to go?
After what I did to Angie, even if my reasoning is sound, I thought he’d be eager to be rid of me one way or another.
But he’s hesitating and it warms my aching heart.
But it’s the only choice we have. I know it and he knows it.
If there’s a way I can get one last night of incredible sex before I crawl toward what is most certainly my death, it will be worth it.
My time here, brief as it was, has treated me better than all my years at home and I was just too blind to see it.
Given how bleak my future is with the stain of Yudkin as my name, this is the best I can do for everyone involved.
“Kaia.” Flynn’s voice is strained as my name slips past his lips, as if he’s still wrestling with what he wants to do, so I encourage him to give in by sliding my hands slowly up his thighs.
“Flynn,” I say softly. “Words won’t persuade you to trust me and actions make you doubt. So let me prove it to you. I want to. So let me.”
His hesitation melts away when my hands settle near his crotch and he leans back into the couch, watching me with half-lidded eyes.
“Alright.” His words drip slowly like honey. “Show me.”
I surge forward, settling my hands into the crease of his hips and leaning up until my mouth collides with his.
Just like that, something unlocks between his hands, and he grips my hair with burning strength while his tongue invades my mouth.
As we kiss, I tug at his pants until the leather of his belt slips through my fingers, the zipper falls, and the warmth beneath his clothes draws me in.
Flynn’s cock’s been inside me enough times for my core to ache the moment it’s in my hands, but somehow it feels bigger and thicker against my palm.
He grunts into my mouth as I stroke him from base to tip, working him as he hardens underneath my touch in seconds.
It’s more thrilling than I’ll ever admit to feel him harden in mere seconds just from two strokes.
I bite his lip, and he gasps just as I twist my encircled fingers under the ridge of his head, and a real, soft moan bursts to life from him.
Leaning back, I smirk as he chases my lips for another kiss, but my retreat doesn’t last long.
He uses his grip on the back of my hair to draw me right back in for a kiss that’s a clash of teeth and wrestling tongues.
I’m panting by the time I break away, my fingers slick from his pre-cum now leaking steadily from the tip of his crown with every stroke.
His face flushes red and the nerve at his jaw jumps as he snaps his teeth together and leans back with a grunt.
He’s coming apart faster than I anticipated.
Does he get off on someone taking the initiative?
Eager not to disappoint, I sink back down and rest on my calves.
Taking a shallow breath, I lean forward and drag my flat tongue over the crown of his cock.
The moan that escapes Flynn is such a different, sweeter sound than normal that I can’t resist doing it again.
And again.
He’s unravelling beneath me, and pride swells in my chest as I part my lips and take his length into my mouth.
The earthy taste washes over my tongue as his weight settles heavily against my tongue, and all my focus goes on keeping my breathing even while taking him as deep as I can.
Flynn uses his grip in my hair to push me down an extra inch, forcing a choke to rattle out of me.
My hand slides from his shaft to rest back on his thigh, and as I press my tongue up to the underside of his cock my core clenches.
I’ve never heard him make noises like this before.
As an honest-to-god whimper escapes me, drawing more and more out of him becomes my only focus.
I bob my head, flatten my tongue, hum on each bob down, and hollow my cheeks on every rise.
Flynn falls apart. His thighs quiver beneath my hands, his hips jerk upward with restraint and his hands flex in my hair as if he’s wrestling the urge to hold me down and fuck my throat like the world’s about to end.
Part of me wants him to just prove that I meant what I said, and I’d do anything to prove he can trust me.
Just as I consider it, Flynn completely falls apart and suddenly he’s coming with a cry, spurting mouthful after mouthful down my throat and giving me no choice but to swallow with how deep his cock is in me.
There he holds me, trapping me momentarily as each trembling pulse from his cock makes his hips rise and he pushes deeper into my mouth.
Reflex forces me to swallow around his cock and a wounded sound escapes Flynn, making his balls twitch rapidly against my chin.
I can’t breathe, but just as I consider pushing myself off Flynn suddenly draws me off his cock and I gasp deeply for air.
Barely a second to situate myself and I’m picked up, thrown down onto the couch and Flynn is over me, panting heavily.
“I’m going to fuck you as I own you,” he growls down at me, his hands tearing at my clothes as I lie there fighting to catch my breath. “And if you dare come before I give you permission, I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”
“Tempting,” I gasp and the word gets lost between us when Flynn crashes his mouth back down against mine.
Then he’s inside me. Fuck knows where my panties went in the frantic chaos of torn clothes. But his cock shoves inside me with a pulse of pain and a thrill of delight, then he’s fucking me like he’s trying to break me.
My mind completely empties.
Nothing matters but the pounding weight of his cock deep inside me as he fucks me in frantic, short thrusts.
Heat skitters up and down my arms and legs, turning my skin to gooseflesh as every part of my body lights up in utter excitement.
My lips part and every thrust punches a noise past my throat, moans and gasps spilling past my lips and drunk up by Flynn as if he’s utterly parched.
When he’s not kissing my swollen lips, he’s nipping at my jaw and leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down my throat to my shoulder, where he bites down and then kisses his way back up.
One hand braces on the sofa cushions next to me while the other caresses my body, from massaging my breasts down to stroking the full curves of my body and finally gripping my thigh and pulling it up against his hip.
From there, Flynn presses my leg back against my body and uses it as leverage to fuck me harder and faster than before.
Everything is a blur.
Pleasure courses through me like a raging fire that sweeps me from head to toe then settles low in my belly where it flares and builds.
My pussy clenches around his cock as my orgasm barrels closer and closer while his words ring in my ears.
Don’t come.
I try to distract myself by thinking of anything else, but his eyes are locked onto me and he kisses me with so much passion that it’s easy to believe I’m really his lover and this isn’t just sex.
He teases his tongue into my mouth, groans against me, and his fingers curl deep into my thigh to maintain his grip.
None of it is a worthy distraction.
Not the sofa beneath me sticking to the bare, exposed parts of my back where fabric rides up, not the cushion behind my head that’s not as soft as the sofa, not the lights behind Flynn’s head.
Nothing.
I’m completely obsessed and drag my fingers through his hair while he kisses all the thoughts from my mind and air from my lungs.
“I can’t,” I gasp weakly when the kiss breaks. “I can’t—.”
“Yes you can,” Flynn grunts, grinding his hips into me. “You can.”
Every denial I utter makes him fuck me harder while he recites that in fact, I can.
And somehow, I do.
He fucks me until I’m at the very end of my tether, until I feel like I’ve been twisted beyond recognition and all the pleasure coiling in my gut is hot and desperate.
“Come for me, Kaia,” Flynn whispers in my ear, and his words unlock the latch.
I’ve never come so hard in my life. For a moment, I can’t breathe.
I’m suspended in silence as my pussy clenches and pulses rhythmically, massaging Flynn’s cock, and sending me over the edge into utter and complete bliss.
It’s not until he kisses me again that I remember to breathe and do so with a loud gasp, slumping back down onto the couch.
Wave after wave of ecstasy leaves me weak and boneless even as Flynn’s thrusts slow and he gently pulls out of me with a kiss to my forehead that could be easily mistaken as tender.
He came too, I think.
There’s so much warmth and wet inside me and I don’t have an ounce of energy to move.
Flynn stands, his cock glistening between his legs and he moves to the liquor cabinet, returning with two glasses of Scotch.
I’ve no idea where he gets a blanket from, but he drapes it over me.
After cleaning himself and tucking his dick back in his boxers, he sits next to me and drinks.
I lift my glass to my lips and follow while pushing myself up, struggling to catch my breath. “So,” I gasp softly. “Do you trust me now?”
Flynn lowers his glass and looks at me, his eyes a storm of far too many emotions for my pleasure-addled brain to decipher.
“I’ll agree to your plan,” he says after a moment of silence. “But know this. If anything happens to Eva because of you, if you play me or hurt me, then know you will spend the rest of your life suffering, do you understand?”
His threat feels almost performative, as if I can see the worry in his eyes. I take his hand and his eyes dart down to my fingers.
“I’ll bring her back,” I say quietly. “I promise, Flynn.”