Chapter 19 #2
Heat flashed through me, part arousal, part embarrassment.
Flynn leaned in and ran his tongue over sensitive skin, making nerves flare. I jerked in surprise. “Fuck, Flynn, what the—”
His tongue flickered around my rim, wet and tantalizing, and a high-pitched whimpering sound I didn’t even recognize tore out of me. I spread my legs wider, desperate for more. Flynn made a meal of me, licking and teasing, softening me, then pressing his tongue inside, until I burned for more.
I panted and writhed, shoving my ass back toward his face. “Flynn, please.”
He fumbled a packet out of his pocket, and then cool, slippery lube coated my hole. It was immediately followed by one slick finger pushing inside, spreading me open.
I could take it. I’d been fingering myself all week. I’d managed to fuck myself with three fingers just last night. But my fingers weren’t as big as his. When Flynn added a second, a simmering burn spread through me. When he tried a third, I squirmed with discomfort.
“Are you okay?” he murmured. “We can stop here.”
“But what about— No. You need—”
“There are lots of ways to come.” He gently withdrew his fingers, making me hiss and burn. I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Part of me ached to be filled again. The other part of me was relieved the pressure inside had lessened.
My eyes burned with frustrated tears as Flynn rolled me over under him and nuzzled into my throat. “How about you fuck me?”
I blinked. Had I heard that right?
“You mean…”
“Sure, I’m versatile,” he said. “A lot of guys don’t want me to fuck them because of my size. I’m used to it, Bailey.”
“It’s not that,” I said. “I want you to fuck me. I just need more time.”
Flynn laid a hand over my chest. “I know, baby. We’ve got limited time tonight. Any other time, I’d spend hours rimming you until you begged me to pin you down and fuck you, but—”
“God.” I groaned. “I want that.”
He met my gaze. “It’s up to you, Bailey. Try again, or fuck me?” His lips quirked. “Dealer’s choice.”
I licked my lips. “You really like bottoming?”
“I really like all kinds of sex,” Flynn said. “Especially with you.”
As much as I wanted to insist we try again, my body wasn’t ready. I’d barely tolerated three fingers, and his cock was even bigger.
“Okay, let’s switch it up.” I hesitated. “Are you prepped enough?”
“Let’s just say that you’re not the only one who planned ahead.”
My stomach bottomed out at the idea Flynn had anticipated taking my dick. Even if he’d just been preparing for the possibility I couldn’t take him, it was pretty hot.
“But only if you’ll like that too,” Flynn added. “We could go back to the BJ, or—”
“Oh, fuck no,” I said, recovering some of my flagging excitement. “Someone’s getting fucked tonight.”
“It’s not a requirement.”
“I know.” I reached around his hips to grab hold of his ass. “You trying to welch on me?”
He laughed. “Welch? Never. You won fair and square tonight. Take your winnings.”
It took a minute for us to get supplies and into position. I slid two fingers into Flynn with such ease that annoyance flashed through me.
“You make this look so easy,” I muttered.
“You’re making it easy,” he said, which soothed my smarting ego.
It bothered me that I couldn’t take Flynn when I wanted, but it was fun to unlock the secrets to his pleasure. He sighed and closed his eyes, rocking his hips forward as I angled my fingers and hit the bundle of nerves inside him.
He groaned, a deep rumble that made my cock leak with need. “Feels good.”
“Yeah?” I added a third finger, pushing more lube inside him.
“Yeah. Spread your fingers to stretch me out a bit.”
I followed his directions, pushing at the interior of his slick, smooth insides. I nudged his prostate again, making him jerk and gasp.
“Fuck me now,” he growled.
“Are you su—”
“Now,” he insisted, rolling onto his hands and knees and presenting a very round, tight, delicious-looking ass. Flynn might be a big guy, but damn, he was proportioned just right.
I rolled on the rubber, slathered it with more lube, and pressed up against his hole. “Ready?”
“Yeah, do it,” he said. “Fuck my ass.”
God. Hearing Flynn talk dirty was really doing it for me. He was usually so polite and gentlemanly.
It took me a couple of tries before I got the angle right, and then I pushed in. I went too fast, sliding deep, and Flynn gave a hoarse cry. “Fuck!”
I groaned as his ass clamped down around me, tight and clinging. “Sorry. Too fast?”
“Little bit,” he said, voice tight.
I rubbed a soothing hand up his flank. “Sorry, you just feel too good.”
He made a soft noise. “You too, Bailey. Just needed a second to adjust.” He twitched his hips back. “You can move.”
I drew back slowly, carefully, and gently eased in farther. Inch by inch, I rocked my way into his body until my hips met his ass.
“Still good?”
“Yeah. Fuck me, Bailey. Fast and hard.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” he growled. “Pound my ass.”
As if he’d given my body permission, instinct took over. I drew back and thrust in hard, making us both cry out in pleasure. My long, slow strokes turned into hard, fast jabs into the tight grip of his body.
Flynn rocked back to meet me, slamming hard against my pelvis, sending shock waves through my balls and pleasure tingling up my spine.
“Fuck, fuck, it’s too good,” I panted between thrusts.
Flynn worked his hand under himself and started jerking his cock. “I’m close.”
Of course, my treacherous cock chose that moment to hit its limit. I came hard, muffling my shout against his shoulder blade as I came inside him.
He kept stroking himself, trying to get there, but I could tell he was struggling.
“Wait,” I murmured, pressing my lips to his back. “Let me finish you.”
He paused, panting. “How?”
Slowly, I retreated, drawing a hiss from him as I pulled out of his ass. I took care of the condom and then nudged his hip.
“Turn over.”
Flynn rolled onto his back, face flushed, and I dropped down to swallow his cock. I didn’t bother with any teasing, just took that sucker as deep as I could manage while thrusting three fingers into his ass.
Flynn came thirty seconds later, flooding my mouth with salty semen. I swallowed it as best I could, wiping the rest from my face with the back of my hand.
He dragged me up onto the bed, across his chest, and kissed my mouth. We were both a huge mess, but I didn’t care. I’d fucked Flynn in my dorm room bed.
That was my ultimate fantasy right there. Every night I went to sleep, I’d remember having him here with me.
He kissed the side of my neck. “You’re a natural.”
I snorted. “Hardly. Couldn’t take you and couldn’t last long enough to get you off.”
He nuzzled my throat. “I got off just fine. That was superhot.”
“Yeah?”
“You fucked me good, baby. So good. I haven’t been this relaxed in a long fucking time.”
Which is when Seb returned, knocking loudly on the door. “Hey, guys? Everyone decent in there?”
Flynn groaned, and I shot off the bed to grab our clothes. “No! It hasn’t been two hours.”
“Sorry, man,” Seb called through the door. “My plans were a bust. I waited until all the moaning stopped.”
“Fucking hell,” I muttered as Flynn laughed. Raising my voice, I said, “Give us two minutes!”
When I turned, Flynn was stepping into his jeans with a grimace.
“Sorry. There are showers down the hall.”
He shook his head. “Want to come to my brother’s place with me? We can shower there.”
“It won’t be weird?”
“Oh, it will.” He grinned. “But Aiden texted me that he went out with friends. We can sneak in and clean up before he gets home if we hurry.”
“Fuck yes.” I stepped into a pair of sweats and grabbed a T-shirt from the dresser while Flynn finished buttoning up his shirt.
Seb knocked again, annoyingly, so I jerked open the door. He glanced at my bare chest, then at Flynn behind me, and scrunched up his nose.
“Hope you guys had fun. Damn. Smells like a brothel in here.”
“Enjoy the room!” I said cheerfully. “We’re headed out.”
“Seriously?” he muttered.
I laughed. “What? You want an encore?”
“No, fuck. Go already.”
I saw him surreptitiously adjust his dick in his pants. That gave me pause. Seb, as far as I knew, was completely straight. Had listening to us fuck actually turned him on?
I shuddered inwardly. I really didn’t want to know.
I hurried out of the room, Flynn on my heels, and didn’t stop until we were outside in the clean, fresh air.
“Your roommate is interesting,” Flynn said.
“You saw his boner too?”
Flynn laughed. “I don’t need to worry, do I? About you and him?”
I snorted. “Not in a million years.” I reached for his hand, swinging it between us as we walked. “You don’t need to worry about anyone else ever again.”
He smiled and tugged me closer, then slipped an arm over my shoulders. He planted a kiss on top of my head. “Same here, Bailey. You’ve ruined me for other men.”
It was probably wrong to feel so smug about that, but fuck it, I’d just nailed Flynn Donovan. That called for a little gloating.