Chapter 26
Bailey
I endured another round of hugs and goodbyes when all I wanted was to go the fuck home and get Flynn naked.
“Come by tomorrow before you head back to school,” Holden ordered.
“Yes, Dad.”
He sighed as Shiloh chuckled and added, “Please.”
“I’ll come by,” I promised. “A few more weeks and the semester will be over. Then you’ll be stuck with me all the time.”
“I’m sorry school didn’t work out, but I’m not sorry you’re coming home soon,” Holden said. “I missed the hell out of you, kid.”
My throat grew tight. Flynn rested an arm around my shoulders and hugged me close to his side, as if he knew what Holden’s words meant to me.
I nodded. “Thanks. Uh, I gotta…”
“Yeah, go already,” Axel said. “Before you die of blue balls.”
“Ax!” Holden barked while Gray and Emory laughed.
“Okay, time to go,” I muttered, turning from my brothers and walking fast toward the door. Embarrassing shit was incoming.
“Have a good night!” Gray called after us. “Just remember, Flynn, if Bailey gets hurt, you get hurt!”
Flynn waved a hand over his shoulder to acknowledge Gray’s words, and then we were stepping into cool, quiet air away from the razzing of my family.
“God, they’re so embarrassing.”
He chuckled. “They love you. It’s their job.”
“Yeah?” I glanced up at him coyly. “How about you? Do you love me?”
He cupped my face in his huge hands and tipped my chin up. “You know I do.”
He kissed me long and sweet, just a tease of what was to come. I pushed closer, then froze as my ass throbbed with a sudden spike of sensation.
A small whimper escaped my lips.
Flynn drew back. “Bailey, what…”
I licked my lips. “Remember that surprise?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m wearing it. So maybe you could get me home…ASAP?”
His eyes widened a fraction as he put two and two together. Flynn was not a dumb man. He grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the car. “Let’s go.”
The trip seemed to take forever with a large-ass plug shoved into my ass. I bit my bottom lip, squirming, as Flynn hit a bump. My breathing must have given me away because he cast me a sheepish glance.
“Sorry, babe. I can’t believe you wore that all night. I feel like it’s my birthday.”
I laughed, a little embarrassed. “I didn’t want it to go like last time we tried this.”
“Well, if it did, we’d just find another way to be together, Bails. I don’t need you to do this for me.”
“I know, but I want that fucking D in me.”
Flynn groaned a little and shifted in his seat. “I want that too, baby. You’re going to be so fucking tight.”
“Less tight with this plug stretching me out.”
“That plug will help, but trust me, babe, you’ll still be tight as fuck.”
Flynn pulled into his driveway and slammed the car into park, making us jerk to a stop. I hissed as the plug jostled.
“Sorry,” he said. “Let’s get you inside and more comfortable.”
“I bet you say that to all the boys,” I teased.
“Only the very, very prettiest ones,” he said, reaching out to run a finger along my jawline. “I know you’re antsy, but I would have spent all night getting you ready for me. I would have spent hours licking and fingering and teasing your body into making room for me.”
I bit my lower lip, cock hardening at his words. I’d been in a state of low-key arousal that I’d done my best to ignore for hours. Now it flared hot, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Just fuck me, Flynn,” I begged. “No teasing. No waiting. I just need it. Need you.”
He kissed me, this kiss one of aggressive possession. It was hot, wet, a little painful as his teeth pressed into my lip.
I moaned and squirmed, the plug shifting inside me, uncomfortable one minute and way too pleasurable the next. My body was confused, unsure what to make of the invasion. But it sure as fuck liked it a lot better when Flynn was kissing me.
He pulled back. “Let’s go. I’ll take good care of you.”
I opened the car door and got out as carefully as I could. The plug still shifted around, setting off sparks inside me as I made my way to the door. Flynn led me straight to his bed and unzipped my coat.
I let it fall to the floor as he went to his knees in front of me. He unbuttoned my jeans and slipped his fingers under the waistband, protecting my hard dick as he unzipped.
I shuddered, his hot skin so fucking good against my oversensitized erection. While he pushed my jeans down, I dragged off my T-shirt, and it didn’t take long to get me completely naked.
He turned me to face the bed, then pushed on my back until I bent over.
“There it is,” he murmured. He cupped my ass, and his thumbs dug into my inner cheeks, spreading me wide so he could see the silver knob of the plug filling me. “Fucking hell, Bailey. So sexy.”
“Yeah?” I glanced back over my shoulder. “Sexy enough for you to get that dick in me?”
He laughed. “I don’t know. You’re so subtle. How will I ever figure out what you want?”
I kicked back with my right foot. He dodged me easily.
“I got you,” he said. “Let’s do this right.”
He stroked his hands up my back and down, soothing me with long, warm caresses. He placed his lips against my spine, right in the center of my back, and began kissing down, down, right to the crease of my ass.
He gently tugged on the plug just as his tongue danced over sensitive skin, and I gasped.
“It won’t feel amazing as it comes out,” he warned.
The drag of friction confirmed his words. I ground my teeth as he pulled it toward him.
“It should feel better going back in, though.”
“Going back whe—”
He slammed the plug inside me, hitting my prostate, and I yelped and jerked. “Fuck!”
“Yeah, baby. Feels good, right?”
He began to fuck me with it, slowly at first, then faster, until I was moaning and begging. “Want more. Want your cock.”
On the next withdrawal, he pulled it all the way out. My ass felt painfully empty, and I groaned with dismay. “Get in me.”
“Shh, just a second. That plug is not as big as me.”
“Don’t care. I need it. I want it. Please.”
Slippery, cold lube coated my hole. Flynn pushed two fingers inside me. It wasn’t enough.
“Damn it, Flynn, I’m read—” I choked off as he crammed a third finger inside me. He twisted them, spreading his fingers, stretching me until I was panting with the strain.
Then finally, finally, when I was cursing up a storm and promising to hide his keys for an eternity if he didn’t fuck me, he drew out his fingers and placed his cockhead at my entrance.
I sucked in a sharp, shocked breath. How the fuck did it still feel so big after all that?
He leaned over my back, placing his lips beside my ear. “I love you, Bailey,” he said with a chuckle. “Never change, okay? You’re perfect.”
I turned, catching his lips with mine, the kiss desperate and messy, embodying all my tangled emotions of love and lust and need and urgency.
Flynn kissed me until I ran out of breath. “Ready?”
“Yes,” I insisted.
He repositioned and pushed forward, his cock spreading my rim. My skin went tight, the stretch almost too much for me to handle. He was large and hard, pressing against my insides, filling me everywhere at once.
I groaned at the pressure, the burn of the new stretch.
He wasn’t kidding. Not even the plug could totally prepare me.
But it’d done enough. Even as my body trembled with the strain and I clenched the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, the edges of the burn were unfurling into the sweetest tendrils of pleasure.
Flynn slid his hands up my flanks, around to my stomach and chest. “How are you doing?”
“Good. I’m good.”
“Yeah, you are.” He twisted my right nipple, making me gasp and squirm, then slid his left hand down to give my cock a couple of tugs. I hadn’t even realized until he touched me that I’d gone soft.
Slowly, he stoked the fire in me until I was burning for him.
“I’m good. Fuck me already.” I tried to push back, to take more of him, but he had an iron grip on my hips.
“Stop being a brat. Let me do this right.”
I moaned so pitifully that he laughed.
“I’m not going to make you wait, baby. Just let me lead, though.”
“Fine, fucking lead,” I grumbled.
He softened his grip on my hips, withdrew slowly, torturously. That was the wrong fucking way. I wanted him deeper, not—
He surged forward, sliding deeper, spreading me even further.
“Fuck!” I cried.
He withdrew a little quicker this time, then pressed back in, going even deeper. Oh god. How much cock did this man have? How was he not all the way in?
I gasped and groaned as he crammed himself deeper into me, forcing my body to take more of him with each thrust, until finally I felt his hip bones against my ass.
“That’s all of it,” he said. “You’re doing so good.”
I was limp as a noodle against the bed. My body had given up fighting and utterly surrendered.
“You’re so fucking big,” I slurred.
“You’re okay, though?”
“Yeah. I’m not in any pain. I’m just…it’s a lot.”
“We could stop—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growled. “I can take it.”
“Yeah, you fucking can,” he said, his voice full of a dark pleasure. “Buckle up, baby, because it’s about to be a hell of a ride.”
“Wha—”
Little did I know, he’d hardly gotten started. Flynn grabbed my hips, holding my ass up, as he slammed into me, deep and hard.
Before I could catch my breath, he’d pulled back and thrust again. Then again. Each stroke hit every nerve I had.
He worked me along his dick like a rag doll, holding me, pulling me back every time he rammed forward, and all I could do was hold on for the ride as pleasure rocketed through me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good, Bailey. So tight around me. Not gonna last.”
My cock drooled cum. It just oozed up and poured from me as he hammered my prostate. I reached for my cock, stroked it half-heartedly, and came explosively.
It hit me out of nowhere. No slow buildup. Just bam, screaming-hot pleasure breaking over the rocks.
I shouted so loud it was a miracle I didn’t tear something in my throat, and Flynn started fucking me even harder, grunting, “Yes yes yes.”