Chapter 19
Bailey
I couldn’t keep my hands off Flynn. He made it three blocks before pulling over onto a quiet, darkened street.
“Sorry,” I said into his ear. “Am I making it too hard to drive?”
He gave a low chuckle that went straight to my dick. “Hell yes, you are.”
I reluctantly pulled back. “I’ll try to behave.”
Flynn punched the button that released my seat belt. “Nobody said you had to do that.”
He dragged me onto his lap, somehow hitting the lever that reclined his seat at the same time. I sprawled across his chest, aching cock grinding into his lower stomach, face buried in the crook of his neck.
Flynn cupped my ass in two big hands and rocked me against him.
“Oh god.” I sucked in a sharp breath as my dick finally got some of the friction it had been craving. It was rough and dry, making me groan with a mix of pleasure and pain.
I found Flynn’s lips and kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth with zero finesse. I just needed. The pool game had been nothing but foreplay, and I’d reached my limit.
“Need to come,” I gasped against his lips. “Please.”
“Undo your jeans,” Flynn whispered in the dark interior. His eyes gleamed, but I could hardly see his features, even only an inch away from him.
I squirmed to get a hand between us and jerked open my jeans, sighing with relief as the fabric loosened over my erection. A bit more fumbling, and cool air kissed the tip of my dick.
Flynn licked his hand and wrapped it around my cock. The tight, slick grip made pleasure rocket through me. My eyes rolled back. “Fuck.”
My hips bucked, and Flynn grabbed my ass, encouraging me into a thrusting rhythm.
“So sexy,” he murmured.
I grasped his shoulders, hanging on as I fucked his fist, barely aware of anything but the building tension inside me. I chased the breaking point, desperate to shatter, when Flynn’s hand disappeared.
I made an inarticulate sound of utter betrayal.
Flynn laughed softly. “Sorry, arm was in an awkward position. Here.”
He jerked up his shirt and yanked me against his furry belly. “Finish on me, baby.”
My cock rubbed against hot skin that was softer than his hand but just firm enough to give me some resistance. Fuck. Why did that feel so good? Flynn shoved both hands down the back of my jeans, which were barely covering my ass at this point, and rocked me against him faster, harder.
“Kiss me,” I gasped.
His mouth met mine just as I crashed into orgasm, crying out against his parted lips and spurting over his belly. Flynn’s hands were still down my pants, caressing and squeezing as I quivered in his arms.
When I’d recovered enough to speak, I said, “You’re an ass man, huh?”
Flynn laughed and gave me one final squeeze. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Good thing you’re getting my ass when we get back to my dorm room, then.”
Flynn stilled. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
I sat back, feeling his rigid length beneath me. “Seems a little cramped to fuck me in the car. But if you want some relief—”
“No,” he said quickly. “I’d rather wait and take my time with you.”
I pulled up my jeans and slithered back into my seat. Flynn pulled off his outer shirt and mopped up the mess I’d made.
“I must seem like such a virgin,” I mumbled, embarrassment heating my cheeks now that the urgency to come had passed.
Flynn paused buttoning his flannel. “Huh? Why would you say that?”
I rolled my eyes at myself. “So fucking eager I couldn’t wait to get home.”
“Bailey.” His voice was soaked with affection as he leaned over and kissed me.
“I pulled you into my lap, remember? I wanted that just as much as you did. But I am way too large and awkward to try to get off the same way in this cramped space, so how about we get back to the dorm so I can show you just how damn eager I am, okay?”
I nodded, feeling silly for my bouts of insecurity, and re-buckled my seat belt. “Yeah. Sorry, I just…”
“You’re new to all this,” Flynn said quietly. “I understand.”
“I’ve never actually had a boyfriend,” I admitted as Flynn adjusted his seat and started the car. “Just some fooling around that really doesn’t compare to this.”
Flynn shifted the car into drive and then enfolded my hand in his.
“Well, it’s been a long damn time since I had anything resembling a boyfriend either.
We’ll figure this out together.” He pulled into the street and drove toward the next stoplight.
“But for the record, you don’t need to worry about whether I’m into you, Bails. I’m very into you.”
Some of the tightness eased in my chest. “Well, why wouldn’t you be? I’m hot, smart, and a damn good mechanic.”
“And a hotshot pool hustler,” Flynn said with a grin. “How did you get so good at that, anyway?”
While Flynn drove back to Thurston University, I filled him in on the many hours I’d spent at the pool hall perfecting my game when I was a young teen.
My brothers used to spend even more time there to avoid the old man when he was drunk and nasty, and they took me along to keep me safe.
Since I couldn’t drink, there wasn’t much to do but sit around and talk or play pool.
At that age, I didn’t much want to talk. Axel was in his ragey, chaotic phase and usually focused on starting a fight or finding someone to fuck. Holden was brooding and tense, even more serious than he was now.
Pool was my escape. It always had been.
Even this year, when I’d wanted to escape my thoughts about college and how badly I was going to disappoint Holden. It’s why I hustled Owen. It’s why I got myself punched in front of Flynn.
But tonight had been different. I’d been playing for the fun of it again. To show off for my boyfriend, sure, but mostly just to enjoy the game.
Flynn made good time, and soon we were parking near the back lot closest to my dorm. I had gotten a guest parking pass for him earlier that week. I fished it out of my wallet and stuck it on his windshield, then led him toward my building.
I used my student ID to buzz up into the building and led him up one flight of stairs to my second-floor dorm room.
Let Seb be gone. Let Seb be gone. Let Seb—
I opened the door, and Seb swiveled toward us in his computer chair. “Hey!”
He closed the screen, meaning he was probably up to something I’d rather not know about.
“Hey, Seb.” I stepped forward, pulling Flynn in after me. “Surprised to see you here.”
His gaze went over my shoulder and stuck on Flynn. “Uh, yeah. So, this is the boyfriend, huh?”
“Hi,” Flynn said, leaning past me to extend a large hand. Seb shook it, but he couldn’t seem to pick his jaw up off the floor.
“You’re, like, a grown-ass man,” he said as he stood from the chair. “I mean, damn. Bailey doesn’t do things halfway.”
Flynn laughed. “Uh, guess not.”
“Seb,” I said, giving him a pointed look and nod toward the door. “Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
He rose from the chair, glancing between us. “Are you sure?” he said in a low voice. “I mean, that dude is big, if you know what I’m saying.”
“Maybe I’m a size queen,” I snarked. “Get the fuck out of here, will you?”
Flynn shifted beside me. “If it’s too inconvenient—”
“It’s not,” I said, cutting him short. “Right, Seb?”
Seb checked the time on his phone and winced. “I guess there is a late showing at the indie film fest. It’s the last night.”
“There you go.”
“The films are shorter. I’ll probably be done in an hour?”
I cleared my throat and widened my eyes.
“Okay, two hours. I’ll want to eat. Films make me hungry. Two hours, bro, then I’m busting in here, and I don’t want to see anything that’ll scar me for life.”
I shoved him toward the door. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“You owe me!” he called as he stepped into the hallway.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll make it up to you when Mandy finally takes the bait.”
He grinned. “Better yet, you’ll play wingman and make me look good to Mandy.”
“Fine, yes, whatever.” I closed the door in his face and turned to Flynn. “Where were we?”
Flynn glanced around the room, taking in the twin beds, the desk piled with notebooks.
“You didn’t have to run him off like that.”
“Yes, I did.” I dropped to my knees in front of him. “You’ve waited long enough.”
Flynn groaned and grabbed a handful of my hair, pressing my face against the bulge in his pants. I mouthed along the shape of his shaft while he rushed to unfasten his jeans and push them down. His boxer briefs went next.
His dick was twice as thick as mine and a good two inches longer. My mouth watered at the scent of male musk. I grabbed hold of his thighs and went to work, bathing the head of his cock with my tongue, then sucking it in, letting it fill my mouth, my throat.
Flynn swore under his breath as his dick hit my throat, pushed in an inch further, and I swallowed convulsively, trying not to gag.
He pulled out. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come. How did you get so much better already?”
I laughed breathlessly. “Determination?”
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. “I’m gonna lose it before I ever get inside you if you keep doing that.”
My insides flipped, and I glanced down at his big cock. My doubt must have shown because Flynn cupped my face in his hands. “If it’s too much, we’ll stop. Or if you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay too.”
“No, I want this,” I said. “Just…not sure of logistics.”
“Leave it to me.”
I nodded. “I trust you.”
He kissed me, soft and tender, then with growing heat. Hands roamed. Clothes were tugged off, buttons undone, jeans fully shed until we stood naked together.
Flynn turned me gently so his chest was to my back, his cock jabbing the small of my back.
“Get on the bed,” he murmured. “Hands and knees.”
I took a shaky breath and complied, heart beating fast and hard. My body was tense, and as much as I tried to relax, nerves wound me tight.
Flynn didn’t press in against me right away. I glanced over my shoulder to see him go to his knees beside the bed. He grabbed my hips and dragged me closer to the edge. He smiled wickedly, then pulled my cheeks apart and looked at my asshole.