21. Flynn
Chapter Twenty-One
FLYNN
“Come here,” I murmured as I dipped my head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the side of her neck. She tasted like sugar with a hint of salt tonight.
“That wasn’t really a request, not when you pulled me onto your lap,” she said with a throaty giggle.
Lifting my head, I nodded as I smoothed her hair away from her face. “I suppose it wasn’t. Tell me what you were baking tonight before I got back.”
“Croissants.”
Leaning forward, I trailed the tip of my nose along her jawline. “Is that butter I smell, then?”
She giggled again, and my cock swelled to an ache. “Maybe.”
That single word came out breathy as I nipped lightly on her earlobe. I lifted a hand to tug the elastic out of her hair.
“What are you doing, Flynn?” she asked. A little gasp escaped when I cupped a breast and dragged my thumb across the ruched peak of her nipple.
“Tasting you,” I murmured into her neck. I dragged my tongue along the soft skin there before lightly scraping it with my teeth.
Daphne shivered in my arms. I felt her hand curl over my shoulder and slide down. “No fair,” she gasped when I pinched her nipple.
“What’s not fair, princess?”
Daphne went still in my lap, and I lifted my head. She searched my face before commenting, “That’s only the second time you’ve called me princess since the other night.”
My heart thrashed in my chest. Of course, she noticed. Daphne paid attention to everything. You see, I’d made a conscious effort not to call her by that endearment. It was some sort of stupid attempt to convince myself I didn’t have it this bad for her.
“How come?” she added.
“You tell me what’s not fair first,” I returned while my heart kicked away.
Her cheeks went pink, and I had to hold myself still to keep from kissing her. She trailed her fingers across my chest. “You’re too sexy. I bet you don’t even work out.”
I shook my head slowly. “Princess, my life is a workout.”
She stared at me and lifted her chin slightly, almost as if she were daring me to avoid her question. My heart gave a tricky twist. I knew exactly why I hadn’t called her princess. It’s just I didn’t want to discuss it directly. But then I’d be a coward. All the while, Daphne sat here, a lush bundle in my lap.
“To be honest, you drive me a little crazy, and I’ve been trying to stay sane around you.”
Daphne blinked and bit the corner of her lip. The corner I wanted to kiss. So I leaned forward and dropped a kiss on one corner of her mouth and then the other.
“I drive you crazy?” she asked in her husky voice.
“Uh-huh.” I felt my lips kick up into a slow smile. “I don’t like admitting it, but it’s true.”
“Well, that’s handy. Because you drive me crazy, and I thought you were gonna start ignoring me again.”
“Again?” I countered.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. “Yeah. After the night up at that guy’s place.” She gestured vaguely in a direction, which happened to be the opposite of where Henry’s hunting lodge was.
Sliding an arm around her hips, I pulled Daphne a little closer. It was all I could do not to ravage her right then and there, considering the unholy temptation.
“I know I can be cranky, but it so happens I like you, princess.”
I hadn’t planned it this way. Hell, I hadn’t planned anything with Daphne. But somehow, this felt intimate. I was unveiling secrets I didn’t even let myself think about, much less feel like a foolish boy about a girl.
Daphne tucked her head into my shoulder and wiggled her bottom slightly, the little minx. “It so happens I like you too, Flynn.”
She lifted her head, bringing her hand to trace along my stubbled jawline. Then we were kissing, kisses that went on and on and on. She rose, straddling my lap. When she settled her hips down with a little hum, teasing me, I growled and broke my lips free from hers.
“You’re too much,” I muttered between breaths.
Daphne gave me a wicked smile before shimmying back and reaching between us to my fly. She moved fast. In another second, her hand was curling around my hard, hot length. She rubbed over the tip of my cock, where a drop of pre-cum was leaking out. When she lifted her thumb and licked it, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
In another second, she was kneeling and leaning forward to taste me, a subtle swipe across the tip, and then a swirl as she sucked the crown into her mouth. When she angled her head sideways and cast a hot look at me, I almost came right then.
“Princess—” A groan broke free.
Immediately following that, she took me in her mouth, her tongue gliding along the underside of my cock. Over the next few minutes, I learned Daphne was entirely willing to torture me. She teased me by sucking me deep and drawing back, almost letting me tumble into my release but never quite letting me. She slid up and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. Next, she cupped the base lightly in her fist.
Somewhere in there, I scrambled for control as hot licks of electricity tightened at my balls. “Daphne,” I gasped, gripping her hair. If it stung, she didn’t care. She laughed slyly before drawing me into the warm heat of her mouth again.
This time, I tugged maybe too hard on her hair, and she lifted her head.
“Yes?”
She was all sassy and so fucking sexy that I was pretty sure she’d ruined me forever. No other woman could ever make me this insane. She’d crashed into me like an asteroid, obliterating any past memories of passion.
“I need to be inside you,” I bit out.
Blessedly, she answered my plea and rose to her feet. I was treated to a quick striptease when she flung her T-shirt off and shimmied out of her leggings. Her bra followed as I reached between her thighs, cupping my palm over her mound. The silk of her panties was soaked.
She was standing between my knees now, and when I looked up, her breasts were rising and falling with her short pants. Her nipples were pebbled tight, and I couldn’t resist leaning forward to drag my tongue around one and suck it in. Her fingers speared in my hair as I moved to the other. I teased my knuckle lightly over that silk where I could feel her swollen clit underneath.
I loved her body. Leaning my head back, I took in her tidy form. She was petite, and her breasts were just perfect, a handful. Her ass was sweet. The lush curve of one cheek dented under my fingers as I gave it a squeeze. She gasped when I brought my hand between her thighs again, still just teasing her over the silk.
“Flynn,” she breathed, a little whimper escaping.
“Yes?” I mirrored her earlier teasing.
“I need you inside me.” Her lashes swept up, and she pinned me with her dark gaze.
Just because I couldn’t resist, I pushed the silk out of the way and teased my fingers in her slick folds. I felt her pussy ripple at her entrance. I stood quickly.
Daphne gave me another saucy look. “You have too many clothes on.”
With a low chuckle, I tossed my T-shirt aside and kicked off my jeans and boxers. She turned and shimmied out of her underwear. I was greeted by the sight of her bottom, heart-shaped and plump. I slid a hand over one cheek and gave it a light slap. When she looked over her shoulder at me, I knew exactly what I wanted.
“Bend over.”
I was gratified when Daphne complied immediately. In another second, her hands were curling over the back of the couch, and I was sliding one hand over her hip as I gripped the other. Fisting my cock, I dragged it through her folds.
She made this little sound, something between a whimper and a moan. In one swift surge, I filled her and slid a palm up her spine to lightly grip her hair.
With Daphne rocking her hips back into me and her channel slick and tight around me, I filled her again and again and again. My release was so close; it was all I could do to hold back. Hot lightning sizzled up my spine as she met me stroke for stroke.
Releasing her hair, I slipped my hand around and found her hot button of need swollen when I teased my fingers around it. She cried out roughly, her hips bucking against me as her channel spasmed tightly and pulled my release from me.
There was a roar through my entire body as everything went tight before my release snapped free. When my awareness flickered back on, my head was hanging down while I gasped for breath and shudders wracked my body.
I was gripping Daphne’s hip too tightly, so I slowly released it and smoothed my palm over her skin. I withdrew reluctantly and lifted her in my arms because I needed to stay close to her.
Daphne lifted her arm, her fingers teasing at the base of my neck in my hair. “Where are we going?” Her voice was a little hoarse.
“Shower,” I murmured before dipping my head and pressing an open-mouthed kiss on the side of her neck. I loved that I could feel the goose bumps rise on her skin as I walked through my bedroom and into the only area of privacy I ever had in my life these days, my personal bathroom.
When I nudged the light switch with my elbow, Daphne lifted her head and looked around. “Oh, this isn’t the bathroom you took me to before.”
“Nope. This is my bathroom.” I kept her in my arms all the way across the room to the shower as I reached in with one arm and turned it on.
“You can put me down, you know,” she said with a little laugh.
That was the crazy thing. Usually, I treated sex with as much enthusiasm as I did eating. Oh, I liked it just fine, but it was a basic need. Once the need was assuaged, I was all set.
But with Daphne, I wanted more. In fact, I could’ve gone another round right then, but more than that, I wanted to fall asleep with her.
“In a sec.” I stepped in the shower and eased her down under the steaming water.