Chapter 17 #2
“Very good,” Flynn said, voice dripping with a dark intent I’d never heard before, not even when we were hooking up. “I want you to pinch and tug your nipples until they’re red and sore.”
“Oh fuck,” I whispered.
I held my phone in my left hand and moved my right fingers to pinch and roll my nipple.
“Can you find a place to prop the phone?” Flynn asked. “I want to see everything.”
My skin flushed even hotter. Damn. I hadn’t considered how this would feel like putting on a show. It was a lot more revealing than crashing together in the heat of the moment, both of us doing what felt good without needing too many words.
I glanced around and spotted the lid of the toolbox on the workbench directly across from the car. I hopped down to prop my phone against it, fiddling until it would stay relatively straight, then backed up and hopped onto the trunk of the car once more.
“How’s that? Can you see me?”
“Perfect,” Flynn said. “You look so hot on that car. I want to see you naked there. Would that be okay?”
I nodded, suddenly mute, and pushed down my sweatpants and underwear, kicking off everything until cool metal rested under my ass.
“Fucking hell,” Flynn said. “This is so hot I could come right now without doing anything else.”
My cock was hard and leaking between my thighs. I grasped it and gave it a stroke. “You wouldn’t leave me like this, would you?”
“Never,” Flynn said. “Get to work on those nipples. I want to see.”
I groaned and lifted both hands to tweak and pull, feeling dirty and naughty and so fucking turned-on I couldn’t think straight.
I had set up this call to enjoy Flynn’s body, but now the phone was just far enough from me that I couldn’t really see what he was doing. Meanwhile, I was putting on an erotic show for him. How did this happen?
“Spread your legs,” Flynn growled. “Wanna see more.”
“Don’t touch yourself,” I told him, panting as I widened my thighs and exposed every inch of myself to him. “I can’t even see you from this angle, and I want to watch you come.”
“That’s going to be very hard,” he said in a low voice. “You’re making me so goddamned hot.”
“Please, Flynn,” I murmured, body trembling from a combination of desire and adrenaline. I hardly felt the chill of the room anymore.
“Okay, fine. I’m restraining myself, but that means you better work fast. Get yourself off while I watch.”
“Ah, god. This feels weird.”
“Do you want to stop?” His voice filled with concern. “We don’t have to—”
“No, fuck, because you have to give me a show, too.” I sucked a couple of fingers into my mouth, relishing the groan that slipped from Flynn, then lowered them to trace through my crack. I pressed at my hole, heart thumping, and slowly pushed them inside.
I’d been practicing ever since Flynn had fingered me, wanting to work my way closer to being able to take his dick.
“Fuck, Bailey, that’s so hot,” Flynn rumbled as I filled myself with two fingers on my right hand. I had to curl up, flexing my abs, to hold the position, but slowly, I withdrew them, then pushed them even deeper.
With my free hand, I grasped my dick and started stroking.
Flynn kept up a stream of appreciative comments. He told me I was sexy. He told me what he’d do to me if he were there. His low, deep voice washed over me, heightening my pleasure, winding me tighter and tighter.
“Wish I could fuck you over a car,” Flynn said. “I’m not gonna be able to work tomorrow. Gonna be picturing you naked on every car I work on. Fuck, Bails, you’re ruining me.”
I gasped as my balls drew up. My climax hit hard, and I shot over my stomach. A strangled cry ripped from my throat as pleasure raced through me like it’d just gotten a boost from a nitrous oxide injector.
“I can’t wait,” Flynn said, sounding urgent. “That was too hot.”
I pushed off the car, staggering as my legs nearly gave, and grabbed the phone up to watch him stroke his dick, eyes closed, jaw clenched.
“Fuck fuck fuck.”
His furry stomach tensed and released as he got close, his thighs trembled, and then that monster cock was pulsing over his fist. His shout was guttural, almost animalistic, and my dick twitched.
Fuck, but that man was hot. I missed his hands on me, missed him tossing me around, showing off his strength, but I’d never gotten such a clear look at his O-face before.
His face started out tense, twisted in what almost looked like pain or rage, but as the pleasure washed through him, his expression softened and relaxed. Sweet, almost, despite his rough edges.
“Fuck, that was good,” he said with a sigh, his eyelids heavy. “I’ll sleep good tonight.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I wish I could have done this in bed. Now I’ve got to go back to the dorms all sticky.”
He grimaced. “Less fun.”
“But worth it,” I said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Especially if you get hard every time you go to work,” I teased.
He groaned and gave an embarrassed laugh. “It’s not a lie. You’re seriously tapping into my fantasies tonight.”
I smirked and reached for my pants to drag them on. “Yeah, well, we’ll just have to fuck in the auto shop so you really can fuck me over a car.”
“Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m not gonna be able to look your brothers in the eye tomorrow.”
I laughed. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them. I’m an adult. We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I know that logically,” he said, “but what if they don’t like it?”
“They’ll figure out how to deal with it,” I said. “It’s my life. My choice.” I hesitated. “But if you don’t want to keep doing this with me—”
“No, I do,” he interrupted. “Jesus, I really do.”
I smiled tentatively. “Okay, then. I know that working for my brothers puts you in a weird position, Flynn. We won’t keep it a secret forever. But for now, don’t you think it’s easier?”
“Probably,” he agreed.
“It’s going to be fine, but they’ll want to know where this is going and how it’s going to affect my plans for school, and I’m just not ready to answer those questions, you know?”
“So this is about…school?” Flynn asked. “Not because I’m an ex-con and they’re gonna flip out at the idea of me touching their innocent baby brother?”
I laughed. “Come on, Flynn. They like you. It doesn’t matter that you’re an ex-con.”
“I don’t know, Bailey. It’s one thing to like me okay as an employee or a friend. But as their little brother’s boyfriend?” He shook his head. “It’s a big ask.”
“Then don’t ask,” I said tartly.
He smiled faintly. “I wish it was that simple.”
I swallowed. “If it’s too hard—”
“No, Bailey. I’m not saying that.” He sighed. “If you were here, I’d hold you and kiss you so you’d know how I feel.”
“This weekend, right?” I asked. “You’re still going to come?”
“I’ll be there,” he said. “And whatever happens with your brothers, I’m not pushing you away ever again, okay? You’re worth everything to me.”
My heart thumped. “Good. Because I’d just chase you down and make you take me back.”
He smiled. “Baby, I could never give you up. Not even if your brothers put a bounty on my head. You’ve woken up something inside me, and I can’t go back to the way I was before I met you.”
“How was that?” I asked.
“Dead inside. Or at least hibernating.”
“Flynn,” I said softly, chest aching at the vulnerable admission. “I wish I could kiss you.”
“Me too. I’ll see you tomorrow night, though. Kiss me then.”
“I will,” I promised. “I’ll kiss you until you forget about my brothers, and your job, and your past, and just feel how right this is. How right we are together.”
“I already feel it, Bailey. I always have, or we never would have made it this far.”
“Good, then you know resistance is futile.”
He laughed. “That’s for damn sure. I’ll see you soon.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I can’t wait.”