Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
JULES
“Yes, right there. Right there, Flynn!” I shouted as his dick hit my prostate. I’d been pleading for relief for what seemed like hours, but Flynn wasn’t in any hurry. We’d spent so many reserved nights together in my bed, and now that we were alone where no one would hear us, my man was taking complete advantage of that.
Someday I’d need to figure out how to hold out, especially when Flynn ordered me to, because holding out meant taking pleasure in the edging he had become obsessed with.
After our first night together, the man had become insatiable. He’d taken me in so many places and positions that I’d eventually lost track of all our secret spots. He never needed it, but he got my silent approval every time he kissed me. Hell, he got it just by looking at me. Right now, we were in what we’d come to call our spot—the tree we’d sat under when he’d shown me the wolves for the first time.
I was currently pressed up against the tree, fully clothed except for the pants wrapped around my ankles. There’d been no underwear to mess with because I’d given up on wearing any beneath my jeans. Flynn had a habit of tearing them to shreds so he could get inside me faster and since there were no nearby stores that would sell the sexy undergarments, I was having to order them online and only letting him see them at night when he snuck into my room.
“Remember what I told you,” Flynn reminded me.
“Yes,” I growled as my fingers bit into the bark of the tree. My elbows were locked so that I wouldn’t have to feel the bark on my face. Flynn was balls deep inside of me, his hands gripping my hips hard as he rocked in and out of me.
He’d already proven to me once what would happen if I didn’t do as he said. It had been a mere ten minutes earlier, but it’d felt like a lifetime. Flynn had been doing this exact thing to me, but the second I’d reached down to grab my dick so I could get some relief. he had pulled out of me, leaving me hanging. He’d kept one hand on my hips so I hadn’t been able to see what he was doing, but when hot cum had splashed all over my ass and lower back, I’d learned my lesson. Between Flynn’s shout of pleasure and his thick semen running down my ass and over my hole, I’d nearly come on the spot. Unfortunately, the bastard had thought about that during his sensual torture. As he’d come, he’d used his other hand to grip my balls to make sure I wouldn’t be able to chase my own orgasm. I’d made my displeasure known verbally, but Flynn’s response had been to shove his still-hard dick into me.
The rough move had hurt but in a good way.
A really good way.
Instead of getting me off, Flynn had started to slowly fuck me again. He’d teased me in other ways too. The worst was when he’d leaned over my back and whispered how hot it was to feel his own juices on my hole right before he’d thrust back into me. He’d also offered up so many dirty images of how he wanted to take me but hadn’t decided on any one of them yet.
Considering the man had fucked me in a darkened corner of the barn in broad daylight with ranch hands coming and going, I knew he’d do exactly as he pleased before he’d let me have what I wanted.
Sweat dripped off my forehead as Flynn’s thrusts became harder. His heavy balls began to slap my ass when he increased the pace. Without warning, he suddenly pulled out of me. Before I could rip him a new one, my ass cheeks were being held open, and Flynn’s mouth was on my hole.
“Jesus!” I cried out. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten me off this way, but he’d never rimmed me in the middle of fucking me. My limbs shook violently as my burning muscles worked to keep me in the same position. Flynn kissed my opening as if it were my mouth. As much as I loved it, it wasn’t enough, not after everything he’d done to me. “Flynn,” I pleaded.
Flynn licked his way up my ass and along my back until he reached my shoulder. He tipped my head back so he could kiss me. I tasted him on my tongue. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
If we’d been verbally sparring, Flynn wouldn’t have survived the onslaught of my words, but when it came to fucking, I was helpless. I couldn’t get enough of him. Even when I was with him, whether we were having sex or not, I couldn’t shake this nagging fear that it was all too good to be true.
“Fuck me!” I demanded.
Flynn responded by licking the sensitive shell of my ear.
“Did you want me to fuck you in the ass? Or do you want my cock in your mouth? And where do you want my hand? On your dick or do you want to try something new?”
The nip on my earlobe had me shouting, “Anything! I need to come!”
As soon as I said the last word, Flynn’s dick drove into me.
Hard.
I shouted in relief as he began thrusting into me. He once again held me in place by putting his hand on my hip. The other, though, he put on my throat, not with enough pressure to scare me but just enough that he could control every part of my body, not merely my lower half.
Flynn slammed into me and stopped. He forced my upper body back so that our bodies were lined up. He drove into me again and stopped just as the head of his dick was about to leave my body. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled.
I’d been with plenty of dominant men before, but none could hold a candle to Flynn. The other men had simply ordered me to bend over and proceeded to comment on how good it felt to be inside of me. They’d never once asked what I wanted. Flynn, on the other hand, liked besting himself. Every time we were together, I was certain that my orgasms couldn’t be better, but he’d proven me wrong each time. He’d taught me that there was fucking and then there was fucking . Flynn could say and do the filthiest things to me and yet it was all for me.
“Yes,” I bit out. Flynn slammed into me again.
“Say it again!”
“Yes!”
I was rewarded with another hard thrust that hit my prostate. My knees buckled as a powerful tremor hit me.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded.
“You, Flynn. I belong to you.”
Flynn’s grip tightened on my throat and then he started fucking me for real. He managed to hold my body still as he rammed into me over and over. It felt so good, I was sure my body would implode.
“Don’t stop, Flynn. Please,” I begged.
“I won’t, baby,” Flynn whispered into my ear. “Let me take care of you.”
I managed a nod.
The hand Flynn had on my hip wrapped around until he was able to grip my painfully hard dick. I was so sensitive that I cried out at the contact. Flynn nailed my prostate again, distracting me long enough that he could wrap his fingers around my shaft. His hand was wet, either from spit, cum, lube, or all of the above. I didn’t care because my dick easily slid through his grip which was tight enough to apply the perfect amount of pressure. He began alternating between fisting my cock and thrusting into me. Thankfully, he only did it a few times and then we were in the home stretch. Even with Flynn pounding into me as he stroked my cock with fast, heavy drags, I could still hear him whispering into my ear.
“Love you so much, baby.”
If I could have spoken, I would have said the words back, but I was out of breath, my ass was on fire, and my dick felt like it would explode at any moment.
I lost all sense of reality after that. All I could do was chase down the orgasm that was just beyond my reach. I could feel the start of it everywhere, but my body refused to let me go. It wasn’t until Flynn said, “Come for me” that my body obeyed. I wasn’t sure whether I screamed or not as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body was racked with violent jerks as Flynn’s calloused hand worked my dick. I began to sob because the relief was that powerful. The pleasure kept going on and on, but just as it began to waver, he came deep inside of me.
The sensation sent another round of brutal pleasure through me. I was being burned from the inside out and I loved it. I loved knowing I’d pleased Flynn. I loved knowing that despite the control he’d demonstrated, whenever he came inside of me, he was anything but controlled. His dick rammed into me with no finesse as he crossed that line. He was still using my ass to milk his cock as he rode out his orgasm. Between his strokes, the sound of him shuttling his dick through the hot cum inside me, and the way he turned my head and kissed me, it was enough to kick off another orgasm. I wouldn’t have thought it possible to come a second time but, as usual, Flynn managed to surprise me.
I was shaking uncontrollably by the time it was all over. Flynn’s cock slipped free of my body just before he turned me around and locked his arms around me to keep me upright. He made love to my mouth for a couple of minutes and then eased me down to the sleeping bag he’d brought. It was much thicker than the blanket he’d used the first time we’d been up here. I moaned when Flynn gently slid his dick back inside of me. There was no way he’d be able to make me come again and I doubted he’d recovered enough to get himself off, but he didn’t even try. He just rocked back and forth inside of me. I wasn’t sure who’d become more obsessed with listening to the sound of him gliding in and out of his own cum. I personally couldn’t get enough of it.
When Flynn’s dick had softened to the point that it slid free from my body, he reached down and covered my hole with his fingers like he wanted to keep his semen inside of me. I loved that too. His need to prove to me and himself that I was his always made my heart soar.
We were both so spent that neither of us said or did anything except try to catch our breath. Flynn rolled off me and collapsed on his back next to me. When his fingers closed around mine, I smiled. I got the impression that keeping us linked in some way was one of Flynn’s favorite things because he always touched me in some way after we made love. It didn’t matter how tired he was.
I still had a habit of listening to the way he breathed, and not just when we were having sex. Though Flynn hadn’t had any panic attacks since the night we’d admitted our love for one another, I still couldn’t stop worrying about him. While I knew he always carried both anti-anxiety pills as well as aspirin on his person, I doubted he had any idea that I carried the same things with me wherever we went.
A while later, Flynn handed me a bottle of water. We both drank our fill, me from the bottle and him from his canteen. Flynn got dressed but only so he could lean back against the tree we’d just fucked up against. I moved to sit between his bent legs and leaned back against him. His arm instantly went around my waist while his other reached for the edge of the sleeping bag and worked it until I was covered from my neck down. I could just as easily have gotten dressed, but I liked it this way. I liked knowing that Flynn was always watching out for me all while demonstrating his love for me with little caresses or whispers in my ear. He wasn’t attempting to turn me on, and while being near him always turned me on anyway, little moments like that were the things I held closest to my heart.
“You know, you never did tell me how you ended up with Banana,” I said.
I could practically feel the smile on Flynn’s mouth when I said the first part of his horse’s name. Despite my declaration that I wanted my own horse, Flynn had hedged on getting me one. His excuse was that he wanted to find the perfect one. My excuse for not pestering him about it was that I did, in fact, love riding BJ with him. Flynn had, however, started to teach me to ride. We’d had to do it in secret, but knowing BJ would take care of me, it hadn’t taken me long to get the gist of it. I still had a lot of practice ahead of me, but I wasn’t in any rush.
“After my second heart attack, I was terrified. Just… terrified . Every honk of a horn, sirens wailing, and pretty much everything else that was an inherent part of the city made me feel like I was dying all over again. The doctors had emphasized that lowering my stress level was important, so I knew I had to get out of the city. Out of any city. When I finally made the decision to leave, it hit me that I had nowhere to go. I hadn’t seen my family in years; I’d never had time to make friends or have any romantic relationships. I had no one, nowhere and nothing.”
My heart broke for Flynn. I hadn’t exactly had a social circle at any point in my life, but I’d had people here and there like my uncle and eventually Brooks.
“You weren’t in contact with West anymore?” I asked.
“No. I didn’t even know if he was still alive. The doctors had said identical twins didn’t always have the same birth defects, but I still needed to tell West to get himself checked. I didn’t care if he didn’t want to see or hear from me ever again after that. He’d always been my protector when we’d been kids but it was my turn to finally protect him for once.”
“You loved him. Despite everything, you loved him.”
Flynn sighed. “Yeah, I did. But I never made an effort to reach out once I left West Virginia. I had too much pride, but I think I was just running away from the guilt of not being there for him when he’d needed me most.”
“What made you choose to go to New York?”
“Promise you won’t laugh at me?”
I squeezed Flynn’s hand because despite the intended humor behind the question, he needed me to take him seriously. He just didn’t want to admit it.
“Promise. If I do, you can fuck me again as long as I don’t have to move because I think you broke me,” I explained.
“I’ll take that as a yes even though we both know if I fucked you right now, you’d be screaming my name for all the world to hear in a matter of minutes.”
He was right but I wasn’t going to say so. “So the reason for choosing Wall Street?”
“When we were kids, West and I would go down to the video store to rent movies whenever we could. I don’t remember the name of the first one that planted the idea, but basically there was this main character who was dressed in this nice suit, people jumped to do his bidding, he had a gorgeous apartment, beautiful women on his arm—I chose to picture men on his arm, by the way—and an amazing car. He literally had it all. That’s what I wanted. I wanted people to step back to clear a path for me when I got to my office. I wanted to prove I was just as good as any other guy doing the same job. The second time I watched a movie with a similar character, I paid closer attention to what his job title was. Then I went to the library and began reading everything I could get my hands on. Once I figured out the kind of education I needed, I finished my GED and then got scholarships and worked my ass off at any job I could get. I became one of those guys in the movie but there was no happy ending in it for me. Even after the first heart attack, I couldn’t stop putting in long hours or taking big risks for my clients. I made millions but it wasn’t enough.”
“It was never going to be,” I suggested.
“No, it wasn’t. I didn’t even like the job… I just liked all the material things that came with it. It made me feel important. Like I mattered.”
I understood exactly what he was talking about. “So you ended up trying to find West?”
“Yeah. I was too afraid of what flying might do to my heart and I didn’t want to risk having a heart attack while I was behind the wheel and end up killing myself—or worse, killing someone else—so I took a bus back to Muddy Fork. Turned out most of my family had either left or died. My parents were both in prison and none of my brothers or siblings had stayed in Muddy Fork. Except one.”
“West.”
“When I saw him, I was sure he’d turn me away. I waited for him to blast me with all the rage and fury I deserved for how I’d treated him when we were younger. You know what he did?”
“Nothing,” I responded. “He didn’t lay a hand on you.”
“Actually, he did. He walked right up to me and hugged me so hard I was sure he was going to bust a rib. I began sobbing like a baby. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed him. I kept telling him ‘sorry’ over and over again, but being the big brother he was, even if it was by sixty seconds, he told me there was nothing to be sorry for and he was glad I’d come home. He introduced me to his wife who happened to be a girl he’d briefly dated when we were in high school. I then met my niece and nephew who were…”
When Flynn paused, I smiled. “Twins,” I said.
“Yep. Obviously fraternal twins. West had ended up going to rehab after our folks and several relatives were imprisoned for dealing drugs. Since West was under eighteen, the judge gave him a choice. Juvie followed by prison when he turned eighteen or rehab and probation. Once he was clean, he married Jenny and worked on getting his GED followed by a bachelor’s degree. He’s a science teacher at the high school in Muddy Forks.”
“Wow,” I said. “Good for him. And good for you for having the guts to go back to that town.”
“The town had cleaned itself up pretty good. Anyway, luckily West didn’t have the defect, but being able to reconnect with him and learn how to play uncle—the answer, by the way, is to spoil the shit out of the little buggers and then play innocent when their parents scold you for spending too much money on their kids—meant the world to me. I ended up staying with them for a little while, but I knew Muddy Fork would never be home to me. That left me homeless, clueless, and scared to death of all the things I was going to miss when my heart gave out, which I’d convinced myself would happen despite the doctors telling me otherwise.”
I squeezed Flynn’s hand a little harder. While I could never relate to the terror of believing you could drop dead at any moment, just hearing Flynn— my Flynn, who was the strongest person I’d ever known, both physically and mentally—go through the experience made me wish a thousand times over that we’d somehow met earlier while we’d both been dealing with our fucked-up lives.
“So what did you do when you knew you couldn’t stay there for good?” I asked.
“Okay, this is another ‘promise you won’t laugh’ moment,” Flynn warned. “I thought about when I was really, really young—like seven or eight—and remembered this dream I’d had for the longest time. I wanted to be a cowboy.”
“So you became a cowboy,” I said with a smile. How many people would have taken a risk like that? I knew now that cowboys still existed, but I doubted there were many people who deliberately chose the career if they hadn’t been born into the life.
“I did. Problem was that being a cowboy without a horse didn’t really work. That was when I thought of Titan and Frank and the relationship they’d had. I knew that was what I needed in a horse. A best friend. I decided to take a chance and see if I could locate any horses that were descendants of Titan. Since Frank had bred Titan to dozens and dozens of mares, I figured there had to be papers proving the purity of his bloodline. I just had to find them. Since Walers aren’t your everyday breed, it ended up being harder than I thought. It took me months to find the organization that held the documents for all the registered Walers in the country. When I saw BJ’s picture in the registry, I knew I had to have him. Titan turned out to be his grandfather.
“BJ was only three, so he was the perfect age for me to train him like Frank had trained his horses. The guy who owned BJ was this big corporate guy who didn’t really care about him; he just liked telling people he owned a prize-winning stallion. All I had to do was offer the guy a ridiculously high amount to sell him to me. I had and still do have plenty of money saved up from my banking days, so it seemed like some kind of weird twist of fate to me.”
“He was meant to be yours.”
Flynn tightened his hold on me. He’d wrapped the sleeping bag around me, so between the warm material and the heat coming from his body, I’d never felt safer in my entire life.
“Fate’s been kind to me,” Flynn murmured as he nuzzled my neck. “She gave me exactly what I needed not once but twice.”
Flynn’s observation had my insides dancing with joy. I kept expecting to wake up only to realize I’d dreamed up everything about my relationship with Flynn.
“Frank’s property never got sold because he had no next of kin and the state had no interest in the place, so it’d been for sale for years. It was run down, and the house had been condemned, but the barn was in decent shape. I bought the place for a steal and moved BJ there. I spent nearly all my time with BJ, getting him to trust me and building up the kind of relationship Frank had had with Titan. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of offering my niece and nephew naming rights because BJ only had a registered show name that I can’t even remember off the top of my head. My niece, Alicia, was big into bananas at the time because of some character on a TV show she loved. My nephew, Alex, chose jammies because he loved wearing jammies.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. Thankfully, Flynn hadn’t made me promise not to when he’d begun his explanation. “Okay, I get all that, and it was really sweet of you to let them name him, but if you were going to use the initials to refer to him, wouldn’t JB be a little less… on the nose?”
Flynn responded by tickling me until I shouted, “Uncle!”
The scuffle had left me partially exposed. Flynn’s tickles turned to caresses and I could feel my dick hardening. I forced myself to lean back against him again. He quickly covered me up with the sleeping bag.
“To answer your question, I didn’t get to decide that. The kids began arguing over which name should come first, so it ended up being my brother who made the call. He used a coin, but the bastard never even bothered looking at the result after he flipped it. He said Alicia won the toss, so while the kids were telling BJ all about his new name, I confronted my brother about cheating. West simply shrugged and said that using the initials BJ might be a good way to break the ice with a guy so I’d get laid.”
“Your brother knows you’re gay?”
“He knew it before I did. It was another secret he kept from my parents to keep me safe because my father would have killed me for sure. There was no such thing as an LGBT community in Muddy Fork and if there was, it was a secret, invisible one. Being gay in small-town West Virginia back then was one thing, but admitting it meant you were signing your own death certificate. I didn’t start exploring the idea of being attracted to guys until I got to New York and even then, it was ingrained in me to keep it a secret, so all I did was hookups with strangers or guys who were just as deep in the closet as me. I wasn’t anywhere near as strong as you.”
I laughed at that. “Turns out that if you have enough money, you can pretty much be anything you want, as long as you keep the money faucet running. I was out but it was hard to say I was proud. Early on, I used the fact that I was gay to try and get a rise out of at least one of my parents. I ended up in the society pages more than once, usually in a crazy getup that I didn’t even really like. My mother actually bragged about it to her friends. She made it sound like having a gay son was chic and that she’d been the one to support my ‘desire’ to be gay.” I laughed again. “My desire to be gay. I didn’t desire to be gay. I just was. I desired attention. I desired validation. I desired to have people around me.”
“What did your dad say?” Flynn asked.
“Nothing. He’d already deemed me worthless by then. Miles had replaced me as my father’s protégé. Uncle Ray, though, he supported me unconditionally. Even when he had to deal with the fallout from my behavior, he never used the gay card against me. To him, I was still me. He didn’t care what I wore or who I fucked. He cared about me. He wanted me to be happy. He wanted me to know that I was loved. I guess I got lucky with fate twice too. I got my Uncle Ray and then I found you.”
Flynn kissed my neck. I tipped my head to give him better access.
“So after you decided to be a cowboy, found your new best friend, made the unfortunate mistake of not naming him yourself, and used everything Frank had taught you to build a rapport with BJ, what did you do?”
“I grabbed my toothbrush, a sleeping bag, and a few other small necessities, and then I got in that saddle, said goodbye to my family, and left.”
I jerked around, hitting Flynn in the cheek with my chin in the process. “So wait, you’ve spent the last couple of years just what—riding BJ around?”
“I wouldn’t say I rode him around. I rode him everywhere. We explored national parks, mountains, deserts, lakes, small towns. Big ones too. Steered clear of the major cities, though. I saw all the things I’d been so afraid I would never see when I was certain my heart would give out at any moment. I met people from all walks of life, I spent nights lying in this very sleeping bag just staring at a clear black sky dotted with the brightest stars I’d ever seen. I’ve seen animals in their natural habitat that most people either never see or only see in zoos. I got good at learning how to track the animals without disturbing them. The last two years have been one big road trip, only I did it on horseback instead of in a car or RV.”
“Wow,” was all I managed to say. I hadn’t given much thought to the fact that Flynn didn’t have a car or a lot of material possessions. “Sounds amazing,” I said truthfully even as my brain was digesting the fact that Flynn had once said that his job at Black Hills Ranch was temporary.
Which meant he had a life he intended to get back to. Despite having spent so much time together since we’d admitted our love for one another, we hadn’t talked about the future.
Did we even have one? A lot of people said a lot of stuff in the heat of the moment. We’d talked about how we’d always be together, but we’d never discussed the realities of how that would happen.
My gut sank as I realized that despite everything, Flynn and I were still from two completely different worlds. He couldn’t be in any urban areas, and I couldn’t imagine spending most days on horseback and sleeping outdoors. I’d never been camping. I’d heard of glamping, but I’d never done that either. There’d been no reason to.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Flynn asked as he stroked my cheek with the back of his finger. The small callouses felt good against my skin but they were also a reminder of all the things that stood between us and the ability to build a future together.
Tears stung the backs of my eyes. I couldn’t lose Flynn, but I couldn’t be the reason he gave up his dream either.
Fuck, how had I let this happen?
“Nothing,” I responded as evenly as I could. “Just tired. And a little cold.”
“Shit, I didn’t even think of that, Jules. I’m sorry.” Flynn eased his body out from behind mine and quickly started gathering my clothing. Once he was in front of me, he helped me to my feet. “Looks like you could use a hand,” he drawled.
I wanted to cry but instead I put on my best mask and laughed. “We both know what will happen if you put even a finger on me.” I snatched my pants from Flynn’s hand and added, “Besides, my ass is so raw, the only things I might let you put anywhere near it are ice packs and a whole lot of lotion.”
Flynn snickered but kept his hands off me as I quickly got dressed. It wasn’t until I’d dropped the sleeping bag altogether that he pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently. “What would you say if we gave your ass a rest and put mine to work?”
The seductive tone of his voice had me shivering all over, but in a good way. His suggestion had all my blood running south. I’d never actually fucked a guy. I’d never really considered it. I was a twink. I was the guy that butch guys wanted to stick their dicks into so they could either pretend they were fucking a woman or feel more macho by being the big guy in control of the little guy.
“I… um… yeah, um… yeah,” I blabbered.
Flynn kissed me on the nose. “We can talk about it on the ride home,” he offered with an evil smile. The bastard knew what kind of physical state his words had put me in and now he wanted me to get on a horse while I was sporting a massive hard-on.
Not.
Gonna.
Happen.
I grabbed Flynn by the back of his neck and pulled him down for a deep, needy kiss. It wasn’t long before he was kissing me back. I dropped my hand to his pants and sure enough, he was in no shape to ride a horse either.
“I think we need to go for a different kind of ride before we get on your horse,” I suggested. I began tearing at my clothes.
“I thought your ass?—”
“My ass is fine, you dick. Now shut up and help me strip.”
Flynn chuckled and said, “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me,” I growled as I yanked the last of my clothes off. I fumbled with Flynn’s jeans to get them open. His heavy cock bounced against his abdomen the second I pushed the denim down a little. “Lie down,” I demanded. “On your back.”
“I should at least get the sleeping bag?—”
“We don’t need it,” I said as I searched out the lube. I slathered a generous amount on my hole and fingered myself so I could work some of the lube into my body. Flynn had conveniently lost the ability to speak. As soon as I finished prepping myself, I dropped to my knees so I was straddling Flynn. His dick pressed against my ass, but I wasn’t in the mood for playing around. I might have been a raging inferno inside, but the cool breeze that caressed my body won out. I lifted my body enough to cover his dick with lube. Flynn put his hands on my waist to support me.
I didn’t bother kissing him or tossing around dirty talk. We were both too far gone for that. I could imagine the sight we made—Flynn flat on his back and completely dressed and me, naked as the day I was born, guiding the tip of his dick until it was nudged up against my entrance. I kept my hand on Flynn’s cock so I could guide it into my body. His entry hurt, but I didn’t care. I was more interested in what would come after he was inside of me.
“Fuck,” Flynn growled as I lowered my body. I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the ground. I locked eyes with Flynn and held them as I lowered my body the rest of the way down until he was almost fully inside of me.
“Leave them there,” I ordered when I released his hands.
Flynn complied, leaving me to use my own hands to brace my body so I could lean back and take the rest of his dick. I wasn’t sure who groaned louder when my ass cheeks met the wiry hair at the back of his cock.
Despite having fucked like bunnies since the night we’d been fully together for the first time, we’d yet to experience this position. I loved feeling him throbbing inside of me but helpless to do anything about it. I was in complete control. Under different circumstances, I would have teased him the way he’d edged me. But between my need for release and the seed of worry that I’d planted about not having a future with Flynn, I wasn’t truly in control.
My heart was.
My mind was.
I needed every second with him that I could get. Sadly, this time around, there weren’t going to be a lot of seconds. I forced all the random thoughts and fears away and concentrated on getting the pleasure I desperately craved. I rode Flynn hard and fast. True to his word, he left his hands where I’d told him to, but when he began thrusting his hips up to meet my downward motions, I was actually glad. I braced my hands behind me so they were on Flynn’s legs. The position made it so I could take him even deeper inside of me. I rotated, pumped and ground my hips against his until I could feel my orgasm just within my grasp. That was when I moved my hands and rested them on Flynn’s chest. The position and the right angle of my hips meant he was hitting my prostate with each thrust. At some point, his big hands had moved to my ass, but I didn’t care. Between him holding me and me gyrating against him, I was getting closer and closer to what I needed.
“I’m close,” I bit out.
“Come for me,” Flynn growled. “I need to see it.”
The mental image of my dick spilling jizz all over Flynn’s tight abdomen had me frantically slamming my ass up and down. It took only a few more thrusts before I was flying. My body jerked uncontrollably as I continued to grind my ass against him. Endless spurts of cum painted Flynn’s chest and even his neck. All I could do was feel as I was ripped apart in the best way. I was dimly aware of Flynn’s shout right before his release coated my inner walls which had a death grip on his dick. It could have been minutes or hours later when my brain started to function enough to process where I was. I’d collapsed on his body, so I too was covered in cooling cum. Flynn was still inside of me but all he did was gently rock in and out of me.
I managed to kiss Flynn when he captured my mouth, but admittedly, I couldn’t put forth my best effort. As it was, he was going to have to strap me to him as we rode home because I had no doubt I’d fall asleep on the way.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” Flynn said tiredly. “So much to still explore,” he added with a cheeky smile.
I forced myself to respond by squeezing my muscles around Flynn’s dick, but in my heart, I couldn’t think about pleasure. Not his and most certainly not mine.
Because there’d be no pleasure when we had to part ways.
And I was certain it would be when , not if.
The most I could hope for was having enough time with Flynn before having to think about the part that was going to break my heart so badly that nothing and no one would ever be able to make it whole again.