Chapter Five
Flynn
Fuck.
I take a step back and stare at her.
She’s not drunk.
Her eyes are clear, pupils slightly blown, but not from alcohol. I watched her all night. That whisky was the only thing she touched, and she didn’t even sip water.
Not once.
Declan’s going to kill me.
Viviana will have my head on a fucking stick. None of that matters right now. Not when she’s standing there in that dress, hips angled just so, that goddamn slit giving me flashes of skin that should be illegal.
So much. So little.
Every fucking inch of her is a trap, and I’m stepping straight into it.
She was blushing yesterday when I told her to call me Flynn; now she’s here pulling every trick in the book like she wants to ruin me. My dick twitches, hardening fast, so ready it aches. My jaw locks.
“Autumn, I don’t do relationships—”
“I’m not looking for anything. Just some fun to take the stress out.
” She speaks too fast and rehearsed. She sounds eager, almost desperate, and fuck, that should be a red flag, shouldn’t it?
She’s never flirted. Never even looked at me like this, so why the hell is she standing here like she wants to be fucked through a wall?
I study her face, trying to make sense of this, but all I see is a shy smile, flushed cheeks, and those wide, fucking doe eyes that hit me straight in the gut. My mind runs every possible scenario, none of them logical, but I don’t have time to find an answer.
She grabs my hand, small fingers wrapping around mine, and starts pulling me behind her.
I glance at Kaden, who just raises his glass with a shit-eating grin.
“Autumn.” Her name rips out of me, from somewhere deeper than I’ve let myself feel in years. Something primal pushes against the surface, fighting the leash I’ve kept tight for so long.
She’s not making it easy to keep buried. She doesn’t respond, just keeps walking, dragging me down the hallway. She turns left, then hesitates, eyes narrowing like she’s trying to remember something.
“Oh.” A breathy sound, barely a whisper, before she changes direction.
Two more doors pass. Then the third, she opens it; an office.
I see her coat and her bag on the chair.
My eyes scan the room as I step in, then flick back to her.
She leans near the entrance, one hand still on the handle, her leg peeking through the slit again.
Thigh.
Skin.
That look.
Fuck it.
I grab her waist and pull her inside, slamming the door shut behind us.
My hand finds her chin, tilts it up, and my mouth crashes against hers.
I kiss her hard, my teeth dragging on her bottom lip, biting it just enough to make her gasp.
The sound hits something feral in me. I pull back; she tastes sweet mixed with the whisky.
Fuck.
I can’t see shit, only the faint light from the garden outside through the window. My chest rises hard. My control is hanging by a goddamn thread.
“Turn the lights on.” My voice is low, ragged. I take a step back, needing air. Needing distance before I fucking break.
“No.” She tugs me closer by the lapels of my suit. “The security will see the lights. They’ll kick us out.”
They’ll try. I’d put a bullet between their eyes before I stop fucking her. She doesn’t let go, small hands fisting my jacket like she’s holding on for her life. Her eyes shut, lashes trembling against flushed cheeks.
“Autumn, we can leave.” The words scrape out of me, but she moves before I can finish. She drops, knees on the floor, and fuck, it’s a vision I will never forget.
Sweetness dressed in sin, on her knees for me, looking fragile yet bold enough to set my blood on fire. Her fingers work my belt, clumsy but determined. The clink of metal echoes in the silence, the sound making all my blood go south.
She lowers the zipper, slides her hand into my boxers, and instinct takes over. I grab her wrist hard, and she winces. “You sure about this?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend.
I need the words.
I need the confirmation.
She only nods.
Not enough.
I fist her hair, yank her head back so her wide eyes lock on mine. “Use your fucking words, trouble.” My growl vibrates between us. Her gasp turns into a shaky breath, pupils blown wide.
She likes the pain? That’s unexpected.
“I’m sure, Flynn.” Her voice trembles, but there is no fear in her face. I let her go. Her hand moves again, trembling fingers wrapping around me, dragging my cock free.
I shut my eyes for a second, fighting for control. The urge to lift her off the ground and fuck her straight through the wall claws at me.
Looking down, I notice her stare dropping, her lips parting as she takes me in.
“How long?” she whispers, wonder in her tone.
“Long enough.” I tilt her head up, fingers buried in her hair until her eyes are on mine again.
“I want to know.” Her whisper burns.
I smirk, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. “Ten.” Her shocked face makes me feral.
“Oh my God.” She gasps, and it pulls something out of me I didn’t expect, a rough laugh that shakes in my chest. I can’t remember the last time someone made me laugh during a fucking blowjob.
“Are you scared?” I curl my fist around it, pumping slowly, watching her eyes darken with every stroke. Pre-cum beads at the tip, glistening under the low light. She licks her lips, and I nearly lose it.
“Are you—” she stops herself, tongue darting over her mouth.
“Am I what?” I growl, daring her to finish.
“Are you clean?” I freeze. The question hits me like a fist.
Fuck. I almost shoved into her raw without thinking. “I am. I don’t fuck without condoms, and I get tested regularly.” And I haven’t fucked in months, but I won’t tell her that. My chest rises too fast, words rasping out like a confession. “You?”
“I’m clean.” Her voice wavers. “I never… I never do it without one either.”
She leans in; her lips brush the head, soft and tentative, like she is testing the temperature. Her hand shakes as she strokes the base, eyes flicking up to me with that fucking sweetness that has been driving me insane for months.
“Don’t tease,” I growl, pulling my sleeves up, veins straining down my forearm as I fist her hair tighter. “Open your mouth. Now.”
She parts her lips, slow, and sinks down an inch. The muscles in my shoulders pull tight, the suit fabric stretching as my chest rises and falls like I just ran a mile.
Fuck, she feels like heaven.
“More.” My voice is low, sharp. Her cheeks hollow, her tongue trembling against me, and I lean forward, bracing one hand against the wall so the light from the window hits her face. I need to see every twitch, every tear, every little surrender.
She gags, chokes around me, a thin line of spit sliding down her chin.
I grunt, the sound guttural, primal, as I push deeper.
“That’s it, trouble. Such a good girl taking my cock in your pretty lips.
” My thighs flex, the muscle burning as I hold her down a second longer than she can handle.
Her nails dig into my legs, desperate, but her eyes stay locked on mine, glassy and wet.
She pulls back with a gasp, spit stretching in strands from her lips.
My abs clench as I stroke myself once before shoving back into her mouth.
“You look ruined on your knees,” I rasp, sweat already prickling at my neck. “And it’s perfect.”
She whimpers, the sound vibrating around me, and my head tilts back for a second before I drag my gaze down again, needing the sight of her lips stretched, mascara smudging, cheeks flushed.
Every muscle in my body is tight.
Her lips wrap around the head again, and I fist her hair harder.
“That’s it, trouble? I’ll show you how I want it done.
” I growl, dragging across my throat as I push her head down another inch.
Her tongue trembles, slick and hot, her lips stretched wide.
I watch her cheeks hollow, the way her throat works as she swallows me in pieces.
“Fuck,” I breathe, leaning forward so the light from the window carves her face into something holy.
I want to see the tears clinging to her lashes, the spit running over her chin.
I grind my hips forward, slow and controlled, not letting the beast inside tear loose.
She gags, eyes flying wide, but I hold her there a second longer, my thighs flexing like iron bars.
The sound of her choke vibrates through me. I ease her back an inch, letting her breathe, my hand stroking down her cheek before gripping her jaw.
Her lips are red, wet, ruined, and she blinks up at me with a mix of fear and hunger. My control is a razor’s edge.
“You look at me like that again, I’ll lose every bit of restraint I have left.” My voice drops, feral, my chest straining under the suit as I fight to breathe slowly.
She licks her lips, spit glistening under the weak light, and I chuckle low.
Dark. Dangerous.
I drag the head of my dick across her mouth, smearing her with it, as I tighten my grip on her hair.
“Open wider.” My thumb presses at the corner of her mouth until she obeys.
“That’s it. This pretty mouth was made for me.
” Her hands clutch my thighs, nails biting into the fabric of my pants.
My muscles lock under her touch, shoulders rolling back, chest heaving.
I pump into her mouth slow, steady, letting her gag again, letting her eyes water until a tear breaks free and slides down her cheek.
I groan, head tipping back for a heartbeat before I force it down again.
I don’t want to miss one second of this.
Her on her knees. My cock down her throat, body shaking from holding myself in check.
“Say you want this.” I drag her mouth halfway off me, letting her gasp air before shoving back in.
“Say it.” Her voice is torn apart, muffled around me, desperate, but the words slip out.
“I want it.”