The Passion

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

FLYNN

B efore I have time to move, Felisha jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist. She is as desperate as I am, and that is saying something. Because I feel like I could erupt from just that kiss alone.

If I were in my own apartment, I would still be devouring her lips as I walked to my room with her, but being in my brother’s place, I don’t want to hurt her running into a wall I forgot was there. I break from her, and the sound of her panting turns me on even more.

“Mmmm, you smell so good,” Felisha whispers, and I’m not sure if she meant to say it out loud or not, but her sexy voice fuels my fire.

Walking through the door into the spare room that Forrest has prepared for us, it still feels strange to be about to fuck Felisha in my brother’s place. If the ramifications weren’t so important, I wouldn’t stand for this bullshit we are having to go through. But there is no other way. I’ll buy him new sheets when we are finished staying here, actually a new bed is probably the answer. No one is going to want to sleep in this bed by the time I’m finished with it.

I’m too keyed up to be gentle, throwing Felisha into the center of the bed, while she shrieks at the unexpectedness of it.

“Strip. I need you, and I need you now.” Although she seems fragile, and I’ll get to the reason for that later, I know what she wants from me and that’s to take all the decision-making from her. I watch her eyes finally light with a spark in them, and I know I’m right.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I pull it from my pants and it’s on the floor before she even has time to get her shirt over her head and kick her shoes off the bed. I push my pants and boxers down in haste, and my cock is excited at the freedom finally. I swear it’s been hard all day at the thought of tonight and getting some action.

“I’m stuck,” Felisha starts complaining.

“What the hell do you mean you’re stuck?” Standing at the end of the bed, I watch her thrashing around with her hands on the side of her dress pants. She’s naked from the waist up, and her delicious breasts are bouncing around. She’s struggling with a zipper, and all I can think is how much I want those hard nipples between my teeth.

“Get over here,” I growl, catching her by the feet and dragging her body down the bed toward me.

“What are you doing?” Felisha yells at me, and I’m too busy trying to push her hands out of the way.

“Fixing your problem.”

“What makes you think if I can’t get it down, that you can!” Now we are both yanking at the damn zipper.

“So damn stubborn,” I declare.

“You better be talking about the zipper.” Felisha starts laughing and not a small giggle, a deep belly laugh. “Look at us.” She laughs louder now.

My hands freeze as I look between us.

“Your dick is twirling like a helicopter, and my boobs are bouncing up and down like those punching balls on elastic we had as kids.”

“I’m not laughing!” My so-called helicopter is in pain and looking red and angry.

“You should be, we look freaking ridiculous.” Maybe Felisha needed this laugh, but I’m done with it now.

I push her hands aside and shove my fingers inside the top of her pants. My frustration comes out in my strength as I rip hard on the zipper, and instead, the pants tear down the side of the obviously broken zip.

“Ohh, okay, guess I need new pants.” Her laughter is gone, and the fire that radiates from her when we are together finally takes over her body.

Felisha reaches out and runs her hands down my chest as I push the ridiculous pants and her panties to the floor because I’m done waiting.

“Someone is impatient.” Now her sassy side is coming out, and that’s what I want.

“Because someone won’t let me see her, and there is only so much jerking off I can do with my own hand. It’s just not right. It should be your smooth fingers wrapped around me.” I sound like a petulant teenager, but I don’t care right now.

“Well, let me see if I can fix that for you.” Her right hand dances on my skin just above my cock, and it just makes me harder.

“Don’t be cruel,” I say as I take both her breasts in my hands and squeeze firmly. A moan slips from her mouth as her bottom lip drops. She immediately wraps her hand around my cock, and the moment she slides from the base to the tip, it’s me making a guttural sound from somewhere deep inside me.

I realize it was a dumb move to ask her to touch me there, because I’m already holding on by a mere thread.

“Then do something about it,” she almost purrs at me.

The time for words is gone, and action is what’s needed.

I move my arms under hers and lift her back onto the bed, her pants that were still around her ankles now falling to the floor. As her ass hits the mattress, she wriggles backward up the bed, and I’m already over top of her.

“Oh, I’m doing something about it, alright, and then I’m going to do it again…” I suck one of her breasts into my mouth and release it with a pop. “And again…” The other breast, just as tasty, “and again.”

I raise myself so I’m kneeling over top of her and looking down at her beauty that still floors me every time I’m privileged enough to see her naked.

Dragging my finger through her folds, I find her so wet that it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up with eagerness, knowing how ready she is for me, and I’ve hardly touched her.

Lifting the finger to my lips, I suck her taste from it, and I know that although I’m desperate to taste her, it will have to wait. Looking to the side of the bed and on the cabinet next to the lamp base is box of condoms, and I have never been more in love with my brother than I am now. The world’s greatest gift, I would say, but I know it’s because he is making sure there are no further complications between Felisha and me. Another clue that he isn’t entirely happy with me seeing her, but I’ll deal with that later. Right now, though, he is at the top of the awesome people in my life list.

Sliding the condom down my cock is painful, but I know it’s short-lived because the moment I reach the bottom of my shaft with it, I’m about to be one with Felisha.

“Please, Flynn.” Her fingernails dig into my thighs, and her eyes are fixed on mine.

Placing my knees in between her legs as she spreads wide for me, it’s like the invitation to take her.

I can’t talk, instead my actions say it all. I hover on my elbows above her with my cock at her entrance, and there is no holding back. I wish I could make sure she is ready to take me, but when she’s begging me, I can’t say no.

“You know what happens when you beg.” Oh, the smile on her face as I push into her with all that has been building in the last week. My pure desperation is now the raging lust of wanting to make her feel the high that we are together.

“Yes!” she screams as her legs wrap around my ass, and I’m trying to hold still waiting for her to adjust to me inside her, but she is the one pushing me to keep going, rocking her hips up into me like she wants it all.

I’m not holding back.

I pound into her like I have been starved for a lifetime of being with her. The moment I pushed into her, it felt like I was home, and there is another feeling that has been nudging into my head since that night in Australia that I’m just not prepared to admit to myself yet. But I know the more our skin slaps together that I can’t ignore it. This woman may have come barging into my life, picking me up in a bar and not afraid to ask for what she wanted, but she didn’t explain that night that what she was truly after was my heart.

“Harder, I want it all.” Fuck, this woman. I’m not holding back, but if she wants more then I’ll make sure she gets it.

Pulling out, I swiftly rise onto my knees as her legs fall to the bed, but they aren’t about to stay there. Picking her ass up and hooking her legs over my arms, I thrust as hard as I can into her suspended in the air. The angle is perfect to go as deep as I can, and from the scream she just let out, I know it’s what she wanted.

“Yes, God yes… so… good…” I love listening to her struggling to speak when she is nearing her peak.

“This is what you are missing. I want you so desperately.” The words spill out of me as I completely lose control. My right hand moves to where we are joined, and as I watch her face, I start rubbing her clit firmly, and she explodes beneath me. But I’m not satisfied that is enough for her. Holding my thumb down on her hard nub while she is coming all over my cock, I continue to fuck her as hard as I can, barely holding onto my own orgasm. Because I want her to fall into that space with another orgasm where she is floating and has totally let go of all that is weighing on her. I know I can’t take it away, but I can give her a small moment of peace in that elusive sub space she is craving from me. Even if she hasn’t said it, her body shows me what she craves.

“Oh, I… oh, yes… oh… Flynn… you…” Her pleading is for me to take her over the edge in her muddle of words.

I know she needs a heightened sensation, one that will push her to the point of ecstasy, and so that she won’t know how to stop the next orgasm from barreling through her body like an explosion. I have never taken her here, but the forbidden feeling for both of us is electric as I swirl my middle finger over her tight little puckered rose on her ass.

The sensation sends her spiraling, and the roar I scream out as I can’t hold back either. Both of us coming so hard. Her eyelids flutter, and her body goes limp in my arms as my body is still jerking and trembling from my own release.

I might not be able to say the words, but my body is showing her the best I can how I feel. I just hope it’s enough because I have a feeling that we are on a rough journey that is only going to get worse before it gets better.

FELISHA

Warmth and pleasure are running through me like I’ve never felt before.

What is this man doing to me? Every time I think he takes me to a place of wonder, but the next time, I find there is another level. I’m not sure my body will be able to cope if there is anything higher than this moment.

“My beautiful precious one.” His soft tone is so tender it’s like wrapping a blanket around me and holding me tight.

I’m floating, and even though it won’t last, the peacefulness is beautiful.

But it doesn’t take long. The buzz is wearing off, and I feel myself coming back into the room. Eyes opening, I see Flynn lying on his side next to me, and I can sense his arm across my body and his leg wrapped in mine, and it all feels just perfect.

“Hi.” The smoothness of his voice has goosebumps easing up my arms.

“Hi,” I reply, and it’s like we are now in our own little bubble together. The heated frenzy of those first few moments of seeing each other are gone and now the calmness of being together has fallen over the room.

“Missed you.” Leaning down, he kisses my forehead like he always does when he is being tender.

“I could tell.” My little schoolgirl giggle falls from me. The one that only Flynn has ever brought out in me.

“I don’t think it was one-sided.” His fingers move in soft little circles on my skin.

“What gave that away?” There is no use denying it. The moment I stepped in that door I latched onto him, and we didn’t stop for air until now.

“Well, you’re naked and glowing with a pretty sheen of sweat, aren’t you?” He smiles at how proud of that he is.

“Ughh, is this where you are about to gloat?”

“No. No need for that. Plus, I’m not finished, the night is young.” And before I can answer, Flynn’s hand takes my cheek and pulls my face toward him. He kisses me around my mouth, his lips plump and a little rough on the edges from his stubble. He kisses in different spots until he has covered my whole mouth, and it’s the most delectable slow kiss that ramps up the passion to another level.

Things are changing between us. I can feel the shift, but there is also an undercurrent that I can’t pinpoint. It may be my guilt at keeping things from him or that I’m reading into something that isn’t there. Either way, although we are growing so close, he is the air I breathe, and whatever is holding us both back will hopefully disappear once we sort out my life. Who would have ever thought one of the most put-together women of English high society is really such a complete mess behind closed doors. But I’m glad it’s Flynn that gives me the space and confidence to be that woman who can bare her soul in my raw and honest way and there is no judgment, only care. I almost said love, but we aren’t there yet, well, I don’t think he is, and I’m not going to be the one to lay my heart out for fear of it being completely broken when it already has so many chips and cuts in it. There is only so much one organ can take.

The kiss becomes more, and within seconds, I can feel him hard against my thigh, and this time I want to be the one to bring him to the point of euphoria where he is beyond control. Breaking the kiss, I push him gently so he is lying on his back, and the grin on his face lets me know he is ready to play.

One of the things I love about being with Flynn is that our sex is hot, serious, hard, playful, and so many other things, so that every time it’s different. My head is screaming at me that I have used that L word again, and I’m kidding myself if I can’t accept that if gave my heart the chance to fall that I would be madly in love with Flynn. But I’m the one putting the barrier up to make sure I don’t fall off the cliff, or to be honest, run and take the leap.

“My turn to drive you fucking wild.” I spring up with extra energy that I didn’t have before and straddle his thighs. I make sure I’m not touching his cock because I want to make him be the one begging for once.

“You do that every day, baby, but it’s just tonight I’m in a position to do something about it.”

“Ah-ah. You don’t get to do anything unless I let you.” Leaning down, I start to slowly kiss my way up his stomach, licking the lines of his rock-solid abs. I hear his breathing start to elevate again and the groan that he is trying to contain but can’t when I lick and bite down gently on his nipple. His hands, set softly on my waist, start to slide up my sides.

Stopping and sitting back up, I take his hands and lay them back beside him on the bed.

“Ah-ah. You don’t get to touch until I say so.” The fire in his eyes tells me he both loves and hates that at the same time.

“You want to torture me?” He rolls his hips under me to try to show me he still has some power.

“No, I want you to submit to me and let me take complete control.” I’m shocked at the words coming out of my mouth and the confidence and determination in the way I said it. But I know where they are coming from. I feel so lost in my life right now that I just want one moment where I feel so completely in control, and I know this is a safe place to ask for it.

“Princess, you don’t understand, you always have control over me, whether I’m submitting to you or not. Take what you need from me tonight. I’m yours.”

There’s water pooling in my eyes, but I’m determined not to let it escape listening to his words.

It takes a real man not to be threatened by a strong woman.

Flynn has shown me time and time again the kind of man he is. He knows when to be my protector and stand in front of any oncoming storm. But he has no issue with standing to the side of me, or a step behind me if needed. I never knew how much I wanted a man like him, until now.

I don’t want him to see how emotional I feel, so instead, I take what I want.

Dropping my mouth down, I take his cock that is standing to attention deep into my throat. My tongue slides up the bulging veins on the underside of it as I slowly suck until it pops from my mouth. The tortured hiss that I hear makes the tears in my eyes disappear, and my inner sexy devil rises to the surface.

Looking up, I see his eyes focused on me with his laser precision.

“Like that?” I ask as I start to swirl my tongue around his tip and taste his cum that is already dribbling from him again; it’s salty and all man.

“You know I do.”

I take his balls in my hand and roll them as I slide my tongue down his length again and squeeze with just enough pressure on my handful that he calls out.

“Fuckkkk!”

“No, you don’t get that yet.” I use my other hand to grasp the base of his cock and start to move slowly up and down. My tongue continues to work over his tip, swirling the sensitive rim, in and out of his slit that has him struggling to keep his body on the bed.

Flynn is trying so hard to restrain himself, and the noises he makes are just fueling my fire to take him further.

“Close your eyes.” I want him to feel everything more intensely.

“No.” His growl is intense. “Want to see you… take my cock… in that wicked… little… mouth.”

“Do as you’re told or I stop.” I release him from my hands, my mouth just hovering, close enough he can feel my breath on his sensitive tip but not one ounce of satisfaction.

“No… don’t stop. Please, baby.” And now he begs.

“You know what to do.” The smile of satisfaction on my face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyelids reluctantly, but only for a split second, because the moment they are closed, I take him whole, all the way to the back of my throat. I try to relax my gag reflex to be able to take a man his size. They say size doesn’t matter, it’s what they can do with it, and I agree. But Flynn is a unicorn, who has the size and magical ways of using it.

His hands grip into tight fists in the bedding, and he’s trying so hard not to let go. His groans are getting louder and more desperate, and I’m not ready to let him finish yet.

Licking the drops of cum off his tip, I lean up and kiss him on the lips then whisper in his ear.

“Lick your lips and taste yourself.” He does as he is asked while I slowly lick the sweat off his skin on my way back to his cock that is almost purple it’s so engorged and aroused.

“Rather you be coming on my mouth,” he spits out with frustration.

“This isn’t about what you want.” The truth is, this is about him and bringing him pleasure. The delayed gratification will make it all worth the pain. And that’s what’s giving me satisfaction. Him being so sexually frustrated is what is turning us both on.

His hips are now starting to roll, and his knuckles are white on the bed. Breath racing and the tendons in his neck bulging like he is on the edge.

I’m also dripping wet and feel so aroused just watching him that I want more too. Giving him one more long slow suck up his cock, I then rise above him, and without caring anymore, I take him inside me, bare. I trust him, and I want to feel him in all his glory tonight. I need it, and I’ve got the contraception covered.

The sensation is too much for Flynn. His eyes opening wide, his hands are on my waist and gripping so hard there will be marks.

“Fuck, baby, condom.” He stills me in one spot as he tries not to explode inside me.

“I want this, to mark you as mine. I trust you.”

“I’ve never been bare, not with anyone.” And even though he was trying to stop me from moving, when I rise up again, he lets me have what I want.

“Me neither.” Dropping down on him again, we are both looking deep into each other’s souls. “But I want this with you.”

“Oh God. Slay me, ride me hard.” And with his words, there is no holding back. My hands move to his chest, and as hard as I’m dropping onto him, Flynn is pounding hard up into me. My clit rubs on his body as I’m bouncing, and I know I’m already about to orgasm just as hard as before.

“Last chance to… stop,” he manages to say between his gritted teeth as my orgasm starts raging through my body, and I continue to ride it out as he finally lets go and fills me with a release that has him roaring my name loud enough for all of London to hear.

And in this moment, as I flop forward onto his chest, I feel like my life is perfect.

If only that were true.

I don’t know how long we napped for, but it was worth the rest to regain the energy needed for when Flynn took me to the shower to clean up, after he fucked me hard against the tiled wall. Not sure his brother will be happy about that, but it will be our little secret.

I’m now sitting on the couch in just my panties and Flynn’s white dress shirt that is like a dress on me. He is in the kitchen cooking me a late-night snack because we both have the munchies. I’m not even sure if he ate any dinner or just rushed here after his meeting, not prepared to wait another minute.

He is whipping up some special cheese toasties that are his secret recipe, he tells me. I have lived most of my life on chef-prepared food and nothing basic. And now that I know I have my very own chef, I want nothing but the simplest food because I know he is making it for me with all the care in the world. It gives it a whole different meaning. Apparently, he tells me I need to try Vegemite too. When I protested, saying everyone talks about how awful it is, he answered that I don’t know what it’s like until it is used like an Australian would make it. I have so much to learn about his life in Sydney. It wasn’t a life like he lives now, and that fascinates me more. I feel like they were the years that shaped who he is, deep inside.

“I’m warning you, the cheese will be hot, so be careful. I don’t want you to burn your tongue so you can’t taste these extraordinary world-exclusive specialty cheese toasties.” As he places the plate down on the table in front of me, I didn’t realize how hungry I was.

“They smell amazing. But what is the secret ingredient?” I ask, picking one up off the plate and putting it back down as it’s too hot even to handle.

“Oh, please, a chef never reveals that. Trade secret.”

“I think I might know a thing or two I can use to get that out of you.” I start to laugh as he moves a bit closer on the couch.

“Sexual favors and bribes will get you everywhere in this relationship.” He kisses me on the cheek and then picks up his piece and bites straight into it.

“I thought you said they would be too hot,” I complain because I’m actually really hungry.

“Ah yes, but I have what they call a copper throat and can take it. Plus, I don’t want any chance of burning or scarring that throat of yours now that I know how talented it is. Purely selfish reasoning.”

“Flynn!” I yell as I slap his bare leg, as he is only wearing his boxer shorts. Which he only put on at my insistence that I thought it was rude to sit naked on his brother’s couch. Poor Forrest is going to need to deep clean this apartment by the time Flynn and his sexfest nights with me are finished with it.

My first bite has the liquid cheese oozing into my mouth with some kind of seasoning on it that I can’t work out, but he’s right. It’s better than any delicacy I have eaten before. It might be because it’s midnight and I would love anything that Flynn made for me right now. But I have to admit, it’s sensational.

“Well?” He is looking at me and waiting for my opinion.

“Um, they’re good but don’t beat my strawberries in chocolate sauce for comfort food.”

“Bullshit, and you know it.” He uses his finger to wipe up a string of cheese that is still hanging from the corner of my mouth.

“Wow, I can imagine how you treat the harsh food critics when they reviewed your restaurant in Sydney.”

I may have already googled where he and Nic worked as the head chefs, and it’s one of the best restaurants in the city. Not that I’m going to give him any credit for that.

“I never had to worry because Nic and I were the best. Not a bad review ever.” He sits here smugly eating through another sandwich, not prepared to hear anything I’m saying about his cheese toastie.

I don’t know if I ever remember seeing my mother and father sitting together like this. Not all dressed up in designer clothes, on a comfy couch or curled up watching a movie together. I remember my father always being at work, or if he was at home, in his office and only coming out for dinner which we always ate at the huge sixteen-seat table. So much of the furniture in the house were antiques that you weren’t allowed to sit on anyway.

If I ever have children, which is looking unlikely at the age of forty, but if I did, I would want them to see this. Their parents laughing together over the stupid quality of a cheese toastie.

I know I need to tell Flynn about tomorrow night, but I just don’t want to burst the perfect bubble we are in tonight.

Finishing my last bite and wiping my hands on the napkin, I curl up next to Flynn, and his arms fall naturally around me, pulling me even closer.

I close my eyes and just listen to the Coldplay playlist he has playing in the background with my new favorite song, “Feels Like I’m Falling in Love . ”

The lyrics are everything that’s in my head that I can’t say out loud. It’s like they read my mind when they wrote this.

I hope Flynn is listening to the words too. Because tomorrow when I break the news about my date, I think all this peace will be blowing in the wind, and I’ll be looking for my favorite fight song.

Pushing that from my mind, I cuddle in harder, making sure I get enough comfort to carry me through the next twenty-four hours.

Buckle up, baby, it’s about to get rough.