Chapter 10 Flynn
FLYNN
We stumble into Jimmy’s room and kiss again.
His hands are all over mine. Mine are all over him.
I love the contrast between the shaved bottom of his hair and the longer top, making it soft and fuzzy against my palm, yet long enough to tangle my fingers through.
And the way he kisses me. Oh, fuck, it’s fantastic.
He knows how to make my spine tingle and my toes curl.
How deep to slip his tongue into my mouth, when to apply more pressure with his lips, when to nip mine, or suck my tongue.
A fire is burning bright within me, and I don’t want to put it out.
Every part of me is begging to be allowed to be with him.
To lower my guard. To go with the flow. He’s already shut down my half-hearted attempt to hit the brakes, and I let him.
I wanted him to sweep away my worries like fallen leaves on a crisp, autumn day.
But if we do this, I can’t hide behind alcohol.
We’re stone cold sober, yet I want him, and all it took to woo me was an excellent massage.
No. It was more than that. It was the way he took care of me, without hesitation, the moment he realised I was in pain. It didn’t matter that the evening should have been about celebrating him and the end of his exams. He put me first and turned me into a gooey, gagging-for-him mess.
We fall onto the bed, him half on top of me.
Still kissing. I’m not sure either of us can stop kissing.
Not that I want to. He pushes my T-shirt up and runs his hands over my abs and then up and over my chest, rubbing his palms over my nipples, which turns them into hard, aching pebbles.
I gasp and tear my lips from his long enough to tip my head back and push my chest against his hand.
I’m kissing him again, my lips falling back into rhythm with his.
I slip my hands beneath his T-shirt and stroke his back, caressing his spine, feeling the flex and pull of his muscles as he lavishes me with attention.
He’s so strong. His muscles are like steel covered in smooth silk.
I can’t get enough of touching him. I hug him to me, so his body is pressed against mine.
His jeans do nothing to mask the hard thickness of his erection, which only makes me want him more. I’m desperate for him.
He rocks his pelvis against mine. I groan into his mouth.
My heartbeat pulses in my ears. My blood rushes south, engorging my cock.
I want out of my jeans, now, but I’m incapable of moving my hands from his back or vocalising my desperate need.
He must want the same thing, because he’s undoing the stiff button of my jeans and tugging the zipper down.
I sigh with relief. He undoes his jeans, pulls his cock free, the head, wet with pre-cum, grazing my skin.
He puts his hand into my pants and frees my cock.
He wraps his large, strong hand around our lengths and strokes up and down.
I cling to him, my fingertips digging into his shoulders.
Our kissing is so fierce now. I’m thrusting into his hand, rubbing my cock against his.
He’s doing the same. It’s desperate and needy and not quite what I want, but I’m far too into it to protest, because his hand and his cock feel amazing, and I’m on the brink of coming, and isn’t that why we’re here, on his bed? To come. To come together.
“Jimmy!”
He swallows my cry with his mouth. He moves his hand fast, providing a level of friction that’s almost too much to bear. I’m coming. I’m coming! And so is he. Warm cum splatters us. Our chests are heaving.
He releases our cocks, and strokes my cheek. “Not quite what I was intending. Sorry.”
I lift my brows. “Sorry? Why are you apologising? That was so good.” I sigh and flop my arm above my head.
“I got carried away.”
“Me too.”
He nuzzles my mouth and then slips his tongue inside it.
He moves down my body, licking the cum off my skin, exposed by my T-shirt being pushed up around my upper chest. Eyes wide, I can do nothing but prop myself on my elbows and watch him.
He moves his tongue slowly, making content noises as though he’s enjoying it. Is he?
“Something wrong?”
“No one’s ever done that before.” And, by ‘no one’, I mean Billy. The only other man I’ve ever slept with.
He raises one brow. “Never?”
I shake my head.
“Oh, wow. You’ve been missing out.” He rests his chin on his chest, right over my frantic heartbeat. “Stay tonight. Let me show you how I treat a man.”
I swallow hard. Is this a good idea? I can’t make sense of how we even got this far. Yes, he’s fucking gorgeous, but I know, deep in my heart, that I’m not over Billy. But Jimmy knows that, doesn’t he? He asked me, and my silence will have been all the answer he needed. Not that it makes it right.
“Jimmy, I—”
He pushes up to silence me with a kiss. “Don’t think. I don’t give a fuck about anything right now, except wanting you. You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then forget the rest.”
“But—”
He kisses me even more fiercely, commanding me to shut the fuck up. “Go if you don't want me. But if you do, stay, and I promise, I’ll give you the best night of your fucking life.”
I tremble. “What about—?”
Another even fiercer kiss. “I don’t give a shit.” His voice quivers. “Give me one night, Flynn. Just one night.”
I wrap my arms around him and hold his head against my chest, over my heart. I kiss his hair and breathe in the musky scent of him. I want him so much.
“One night,” I whisper. I can’t promise more than that. I can’t even promise I won’t regret it in the morning.
He turns his face against my skin and kisses me. “Thank you.” He settles with his head resting in the crook of the left side of my neck and runs his fingertips over my right shoulder. “Still feeling good?”
“A little tender, but nowhere near as sore as it was before you worked your magic.”
He chuckles. “It was pure skill, baby, not magic.”
“Well, you must have very skilled hands.” My face flushes just thinking about how skilled he was with his hand a few minutes ago, when he rubbed us off.
“You’re going to find out how many skills I have tonight.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Yeah?”
He pushes onto his elbow so he’s looking down at me. “I told you. I’m going to give you the best night of your life.” The deep, husky tone of his voice makes me shiver.
“I got tested after we had sex.” Twice, two weeks apart, as the lady at the test centre advised.
“Me too.”
“Everything came back okay.”
“Same.”
“And I haven’t slept with anyone else.”
He twirls his finger around my nipple. “Are you asking me to fuck you bare?”
“I—” Am I? “N-no. I—I don’t think so. I—I just thought you should know.”
“You’re adorable when you’re tripping over your tongue.”
I doubt that.
He kisses my jaw. “I would, if it’s what you wanted.” He brushes his lips over my ear and whispers, “I’d fill you up with my cum if you asked me to.”
I fan my face. It’s hot in here.
He nips my earlobe. “You’ve got plenty of time to think about it.” He brushes his palm over my limp cock. “Not quite ready to wake up yet. Don’t worry, mine isn’t either. I’ll start here.” He brushes his fingertip over my arsehole. “Have you douched today?”
“No. I wasn’t expecting to end up in bed with you.”
“Fair. I have an unopened kit in the bathroom, if you want to. No pressure. We don’t have to have anal.”
I frown. “Your app profile and your message suggest you’re a strict top. Why would you need to douche?”
He shrugs. “I don’t. But I keep a kit around in case I pick someone up who wasn't looking for sex, but changed their mind when they met me.” He flashes me a grin.
“That happens a lot, does it?”
“More often than you’d think.” He winks.
I push stray strands of his hair away from his face. “I guess I should thank all those past guys. Show me where it is?”
“With pleasure.”
We put our cocks away and fasten our jeans. He leads me to the bathroom, which is a vile shade of green. There are four freestanding plastic storage units beside the sink, two on each side. He opens the bottom drawer of the one on the far left and pulls out a sealed douche kit.
“Need help?”
My face turns into a furnace. “Uh, no. I’m good. But please tell me the bathroom door has a lock.”
I have no idea where his housemates are or if they’re even home, but the last thing I want or need is for any of them to walk into the bathroom while I’m douching.
“It does.” He closes the door and shows me that the simple bolt slides with ease and is robust enough to stop anyone from walking in on me.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
He takes a couple of clean towels from the cupboard and balances them on the sink. The shower is over the bath, with a long hose.
He puts his hands on my hips, bends his knees, and pulls me against him, so we’re groin to groin. “Are you sure you want this?”
“You?”
He nods.
“Yes.”
I can’t ignore my mixed-up thoughts, but I also want to give in to my desire for him.
Do I want him because of how gorgeous he is, how droolworthy his muscles are, or because he takes care of me and puts me first. It’s probably a combination of everything.
I can’t let whatever feelings I still have for Billy stop me from living my life and having fun.
Which is all this is, isn’t it? Two new-old friends hooking up for a steamy night.
Jimmy’s not asking for a relationship—just sex.
He kisses me. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting in the bedroom. Naked.”
My eyes flutter. “Does your door have a lock on it?”
“No, but I have a Do Not Disturb sign. I’ll hang it on the door when I go back in. You can ignore it.”
I laugh. “I should hope so.”
“But my housemates won’t. We have a strict code. The only reason to disturb a hook-up is if the house is on fire.”
See? This is a hook-up. One I intend to enjoy.
“See you soon.” He kisses me again.
“Soon,” I echo.
He leaves, shutting the door behind him. I lock it and then take a breath. Time to douche, so I can find out what Jimmy means when he says he’s going to give me the best night of my life.