Chapter 12 Flynn
FLYNN
After grabbing lube and a condom, Jimmy coaxes me to lie on my side and spoons me, his cock pressing against me, a promise of what’s to come.
He whispers sweet nothings in my ear as he leisurely teases my hole with a lube-slicked finger.
Hearing him call me ‘baby’ has me trembling inside and out.
He’s gentle, caring, and uplifting. I’ve never felt as sex-positive before.
I have no doubts that being fucked by him is going to be fun and pleasurable.
“You’re beautiful.” He kisses my neck, his lips soft and warm.
“So are you.”
It’s a little awkward, but I manage to raise my arm and stretch it back so I can play with his hair and stroke his jaw. My other hand is tucked under my cheek, my fingers going tingly as he takes his time with foreplay. He doesn’t even have his fingers inside me yet.
It’s dark outside. He hasn’t turned a light on, so the only illumination is via a streetlight outside the window, which bathes the room in soft amber.
“Jimmy?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad we reconnected.”
“Me too, baby.”
But after tonight, everything will change again. It will have to. Not that I want to think about it right now. I want to enjoy being with Jimmy, however selfish that is.
“That’s so nice,” I whisper.
“You have a nice arse.”
I chuckle. “You have a nice everything.”
“I like this.”
“What?”
“Our mutual appreciation society. I compliment you. You compliment me. You’re giving me a big head, though.”
And he’s making me feel good about myself. Confident, even. “I mean every word.”
“So do I, baby.”
“So you’re not just complimenting me to get in my pants?”
“You’re not wearing pants. And, no, I wouldn’t do that. Not to you.” He presses his forehead against my shoulder. “Don’t ever think that, Flynn. You’re fucking gorgeous. And I—”
“What?”
He pauses for half a beat. “Think you’re amazing.”
I’m pretty sure that isn’t what he was going to say.
“Thank you for giving me tonight.”
“I think I’m the one who should be thanking you.” I squirm my arse against his fingers.
“Are you getting impatient?”
“A little.”
“I’d better do something about that, hadn’t I?”
“Yes, please.”
He squeezes more lube onto his fingers and slips one inside me.
I gasp at the initial intrusion, and then relax around his digit.
The way he slides it back and forth inside me is so damn lovely.
It’s clear he’s not in a hurry, that he’s happy to take his time to make sure I’m ready to receive his cock.
“Nice?” he asks.
“Amazing.”
He kisses along my shoulder from my nape and back again.
“I wish there was something I could do for you.”
“Just lie there and enjoy, baby. That’s all you need to do.”
“It doesn’t seem like enough when you’re making me feel so good.”
“It’s more than enough. I love how hot and tight your arse is around my finger. Love the way you whimper whenever I brush your sweet spot.”
“It’s so nice when you do that.”
“I love that you’re looking forward to having me inside you.”
“Hmm, I am. I need you, Jimmy.”
He chuckles. His cock jerks against me, making my thigh damp with pre-cum. “You have no idea how good it is to hear you say that.”
I’m trembling with need, desperate to have him inside me, and wondering how the hell I’m going to stop myself from coming the moment he does. I’m beyond turned on.
“I need you.” I thrust my arse against his fingers, dragging them deeper inside me. I’ve never felt so needy or desperate for sex. I’ve never wanted it this much. What is this man doing to me?
“I need you, too. Let me put the condom on.”
“Don’t.”
He sucks in a breath.
“I don’t want you to. I want to feel you, Jimmy: you and only you. I want—” I bite my lip.
“Me to come inside you?”
“Yes,” I exhale the word in a frantic breath.
He shifts so he can roll me onto my back and kiss me so hard he leaves me breathless and dizzy, my heart crashing like a wild thing.
“Spread your legs for me, baby, nice and wide.” He kneels and makes a show of slicking his cock with plenty of lube.
My mouth waters at the sight of his big, strong hand stroking his long, hard cock.
I make myself comfortable, pull my knees up, and flop them to the sides, so my legs are spread wide for him as he asked.
He shuffles between my legs and lies between them, his chest pressed to mine.
He slips one hand under my shoulder blades and grasps my left thigh with the other.
“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, baby.”
I nod in understanding. I’d be happy however he wanted to fuck me. Slow. Fast. I don’t care as long as he’s inside me. I hold my breath, releasing it bit by bit as he inches his cock inside me, filling me up. I release a satisfied groan.
“You good, baby?”
“So good.”
He gives me a long, leisurely kiss as he rocks his body back and forth. I wrap my arms around his back and glide my palms over his silky skin as he fucks me, like he promised he would. Our lips are fused, our tongues tangling. He's so amazing inside me. Around me. On me. Over me.
“Jimmy!” I gasp his name in the brief moments our lips aren’t locked together. “So good.”
“You're amazing, baby.” His breathing is staccato. Sweat beads his chest and shoulders.
I can’t keep track of time. He’s been slow-fucking me for longer than I’ve ever been fucked, and I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want either of us to orgasm. I want to stay like this all night, even though that’s impossible. Him deep inside me. Kissing me, holding me, and telling me I'm special.
I’m so close to coming, it’s almost unbearable. Our kisses are more frantic now. He’s thrusting into me harder and faster, his breath hot on my face and lips.
“Oh, baby, you’re amazing. You're so fucking good. You—I—” He cries out as he comes inside me, his cock throbbing with heat as he loses his load.
It’s enough to tip me over the edge. I grunt and groan through an orgasm which turns my body into a shivering, shuddering wreck, my cum splattering all over our chests.
He pushes himself up on his arms, shivering.
His hair is plastered to his forehead, and his wet, swollen lips are parted.
His cock is still buried inside me. He looks so fucking sexy.
I can’t do anything except lie, gasping, my stare locked with his.
“That was amazing.” Then self-doubt creeps into my gut and chest, chasing away the fuzzy warmth of my orgasm. Was I enough for him?
“So fucking good,” he croons, before collapsing onto me and peppering my hot skin with kisses. He squeezes both his arms beneath me, holding me to him, and presses his face against my chest, inhaling. “So damn good.”
I hold him, not wanting to let him go. I promised him one night, but now I want more.
It’s not fair of me to want him. Not until I’ve sorted out all my messy thoughts about— I don’t want to think of Billy now.
Not while Jimmy is still inside me, and I’m riding on a high of praise and fantastic sex, while holding, kissing, and wanting him.
We stay locked together for some time, our eyelids opening and closing through post-orgasm sleepiness. After a while, his flaccid cock slips out of me, and he adjusts our positions, so we’re lying facing each other, still pressed together. I let myself fall asleep, safe and happy in his arms.
When I wake, it’s dawn. The house is still and quiet.
The only sound is Jimmy’s soft breathing and the thud of his heart against my ear.
We’re still holding each other, as if doing so were the most natural thing in the world.
My stomach complains that we forgot to eat last night.
I lay, watching Jimmy sleep, emotions knotting in my chest. Last night was fantastic, uplifting and empowering.
Jimmy is amazing, tender, and caring, not to mention an excellent lover. I still want him.
But my thoughts are torn and twisted. Some part of me is still in love with Billy. Will being with Jimmy hurt him? I don’t want to hurt either of them.
Jimmy stirs and opens his eyes, smiling the moment his gaze locks with mine. “Morning, baby.” He pulls me closer still and kisses me.
I don’t even give a shit that he has morning breath, because the kiss is so tender and loving. But now I’m trembling and close to tears for all the wrong reasons.
He crooks his finger and strokes my cheek. “What’s wrong?”
I touch my temple. “My head is so messed up right now.”
“About last night?”
I shake my head. “No. Last night was wonderful. I don’t regret a second of it. Please believe me?”
“I do.”
“But…” I can’t bring myself to say it out loud.
“You’re still in love with Billy.”
Tears well in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey. I knew that. You were together for five years, and married for three of those. It would be crazy of me to think you didn’t still have feelings for him.”
“How do I get over him?"
“Do you need to? Last night was fun. We both enjoyed it. You don’t need to stop loving Billy, or fall in love with me, for us to keep having fun together.”
Wouldn’t that amount to me using him for sex?
“I want to keep having fun with you, Flynn.”
“Like friends with benefits?”
“Yes. What do you want?”
“I don’t want to hurt you or Billy.”
“The only way you’ll hurt me is by not being honest with me.”
“And Billy?”
He shrugs. “Why does he need to find out? I’m not going to tell him.”
“Nor am I.”
“Besides, you’re divorced. What you do, who you see, and who you fuck, is none of his business anymore.”
“But you’re his brother. His twin. You’re not some stranger I met in a bar.”
“We did meet in a bar,” he deadpans.
It’s hard not to laugh, but I manage it.
“Are you saying you don’t want this to happen again?” he asks.
Am I? I shake my head. “I do, Jimmy. That’s the problem. I wish things weren’t so messy. I wish you were a stranger. But you’re not. You’re my ex-husband’s brother, and if we continue this, someone is going to get hurt.” And it could be Jimmy. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What are you saying?”
I roll onto my back, flop my arms above my head, and stare at the ceiling. “I need some time to think and figure my thoughts out. Anything less would be unfair to you.”
“All right.”
I blink. “All right?”
“Yes. You need time to think. I’m good with that.”
“You are?”
“Yes. You promised me one night, nothing more. Now you’re telling me you might want more, but you need some time to be sure. Or am I misunderstanding?”
“You’re not.”
“Then I’m good with waiting.”
The air whooshes out of my lungs. “You are too good to be true.”
He sighs. “No, I’m not. I’m treating you how you deserve to be treated.”
I roll onto my side and cup his cheek. “And you deserve someone who can be with you without reservations. I want to be that person, but right now, I’m not.”
He puts his hand over mine. “I’m happy to wait until you are.”
I blink back tears. “What if I can’t be that person?”
“Then you’ll be honest with me and tell me.” He shuffles close and kisses my forehead. “Are our plans for today up in smoke?”
“I think so. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologise for being honest. Stay for breakfast?”
I smile. I want to stay all day, but it’s not a good idea. But breakfast? I can do that.