Chapter 7
REAL
“How is all of the food here so fucking good?” I groan around a savory bite of the crab cake I ordered from room service.
“Probably full of calories that you’re meant to work off with crazy sex,” Flynn reasons with a wicked grin.
“Let me taste.” He leans over the table with his mouth open.
My heart flutters at the very real manifestation of my earlier fantasy.
He wraps his lips around the fork and moans at the flavor just like I did.
The sound ricochets through me, stiffening my cock and making my body heat.
I lean forward and press a rough kiss to his lips.
He makes a muffled sound and nips at my bottom lip.
It’s hard to believe that any of this is real, but the steadying feeling of his lips against mine goes a long way in convincing me that I’m not having any sort of break with reality.
We break the kiss and return to our meals, my eyes drifting to the incredible view of the ocean that we have from the balcony. When we finish eating, we clear our plates and then prop our feet on the railing to enjoy the warmth of the night and the view a little while longer.
“Describe your apartment to me,” I request, reaching over and putting a hand on his bare knee, his shorts riding up high on his thigh.
“You can see it for yourself,” Flynn says with a hint of amusement.
I smile at the renewed promise that this week won’t be the end of whatever we’ve started here. “Describe it anyway. I want to picture it.” I lean back in my chair and close my eyes to do just that.
“It’s a spacious loft with exposed brick walls and some huge windows that let in tons of natural light.”
“Mm. Floors?” I ask.
“Wood,” he purrs teasingly.
“Oh, baby,” I flirt with a grin, keeping my eyes closed. “Bed?”
“King-size,” he answers in a low, tempting voice.
“Okay, here’s an important one. Shower or bathtub?”
“Both. I had the bathroom redone to put in a soaking tub and a roomy walk-in shower. The tub helps like you wouldn’t believe after a hard workout.”
I pop one eye open and smirk at him. “I bet it does.”
“What about you? Tell me about your place.”
My apartment doesn’t sound half as nice as his does. It’s just a boring, gray-walled studio with some of my favorite photos framed and hung around the grungy walls. It’s not that I can’t afford a nicer place, just that I spend so much time traveling that I never cared to bother.
I drag my hand absently up his leg, encountering his own resting there.
Insecurity swamps me, the reminder of my busy schedule and what that’s done to past relationships creeping in.
This thing feels so fragile already, and I’m afraid to test it by telling him about my work schedule.
But at the same time, I’d rather find out now that he won’t be able to handle it than to get my hopes up too high.
“I travel a lot,” I say, impressed with how casual the statement sounds while my heart thunders violently. “For work, I mean.”
“I know.” He twines his fingers around mine. “You mentioned that. It sounds really cool. Not to impose or anything, but I make my own schedule, come and go as I please as an independent trainer working out of the gym. I could travel with you sometimes, you know, if you wanted.”
“Yeah? You’d want to do that?” Fuck not getting my hopes up. Flynn is clearly determined to convince me otherwise, and I really want to let him.
“Sure. Not all the time, obviously. But that’s what video chat is for, right?” He grins suggestively at me, and I chuckle.
“It is,” I agree, settling into a happy, hopeful feeling that this might actually be for real.
The wine we ordered up to the room to enjoy with our dinner has me feeling all kinds of relaxed.
Or maybe that’s Flynn’s scent wrapping around me, overpowering the saltwater and ocean smell that hangs heavy in the air.
Or possibly the fact that he has closed the space between us and is nibbling the side of my neck like it’s his favorite dessert.
I let out a soft, needy sound and tilt my head to the side to give him better access. “The sheets on my bed upstairs are crazy soft,” I say conversationally, gasping when he grazes his teeth over my pulse point, coaxing my cock to a full aching hardness without a single touch. “What about yours?”
His laughter vibrates against my skin as he sucks a hickey just under the side of my jaw. “Mm, I’m not sure. We should probably go in and have a feel so you can get a good comparison.”
“Good thinking.”
Our chairs scrape against the cement of the balcony as we both get to our feet hastily, crashing into each other as soon as we’re standing.
Flynn’s mouth is against mine, the rough stubble of his facial hair grating against my cheeks, his lips hot, the flavor of wine clinging to his tongue as he slips it into my mouth.
We stumble our way inside, tearing at each other’s clothes, shedding items one by one until we tumble onto his bed completely naked.
My cock throbs against his, our skin touching in a million places, setting off fireworks throughout my body.
Just like when we shamelessly humped on the beach, the piercing just under the head of his cock drags against mine, making my toes curl and my breath catch.
The smell of sunscreen and whiskey-scented soap mingle and go straight to my head, making me dizzy. Or maybe that’s the fact that Flynn is kissing me so intensely that I can’t manage to catch a proper breath. Fuck breathing. I’d rather choke on his tongue.
He thrusts against me, sticky trickles of his precum dripping from his cock onto mine, but not nearly enough to be completely comfortable.
“Do you have lube?” I manage to ask against his lips, and he chuckles.
“You think I came to a place like this unprepared?” he asks with a smirk on his kiss-swollen lips. “Hold tight.”
He crawls off me, striding bare-assed across the room to where his duffle bag is laying open on the floor in front of the dresser.
I prop my arms up behind my head and take in the view of his round, furry ass, swaying as he walks.
When he bends over to rummage through his bag, my cock jerks, spilling precum.
Flynn straightens up with a bottle of lube in one hand and a foil-wrapped condom in the other. He arches an eyebrow in question, and I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, giving myself a few slow strokes as I nod my head.
His hard cock bounces between his thick thighs as he returns to the bed, tossing the condom and lube to me when he gets close.
I catch both and then get up on my knees, grabbing him by the back of the neck and kissing him again as he climbs onto the bed.
He lets me maneuver him onto his back, his larger body spread out underneath me.
“How do you like it?” I ask, positioning myself between his legs and reaching between us to palm his hard, heavy cock.
“However you want to give it to me,” he answers with a groan, thrusting into my hand.
Fuck. If they ever invent time travel, I’m going to send a note back to poor, lovesick, fourteen-year-old me and tell him to hang in there.
One day he’ll have Flynn in ways his innocent mind never dreamed of.
My cock jerks against the heat of his inner thigh as I grab the bottle of lube and squirt some onto my fingers.
He groans again, twisting his fingers around the bedsheets when I bring my slicked fingers between his legs and gently pet his tightly clenched hole. He spreads his legs wider, slowly softening to my touch until I’m able to push two fingers inside.
The unbearably tight heat that surrounds my fingers makes my balls tighten and my body ache. My hips jerk mindlessly, and I hump my cock against his thigh again, leaving streaks of sticky precum matting his thick, dark hair.
I work my fingers in and out, feeling his muscles soften around me, his rim loosening, and his body relaxing.
He stares at me, into me, through me, our gazes locked, the only light filling the room coming from the massive, outside pool lights.
The sound of laughter and music filters up through the air, but it barely reaches us, drowned out by the sound of our breathing and the wet noises my fingers make with every new thrust.
Flynn gropes blindly for the condom resting beside him on the bed. He tears it open with trembling fingers and then clumsily rolls it onto my cock.
“Put it in me,” he growls.
I want to make some sort of quip about his impatience, but my tongue feels too heavy to form the words. I ease my fingers out and wipe any leftover lube onto the bedspread before falling forward to brace one hand next to his head, the other around the base of my cock to guide it to his hole.
FLYNN
I can’t even remember the last time I bottomed. It’s been years. The slicked, broad head of Real’s cock against my hole has my eyes rolling back and every inch of my body thrumming with electricity.
He’s sweet, being all gentle and cautious as he eases his way inside. But I’ve been waiting for this moment with him for too damn long, and the last thing I want is polite. I wrap my legs around him and arch up to force him deeper, the air whooshing noisily out of his lungs on a moan.
“Give it to me like you mean it, Real.”
He lets out a gasping laugh and slams the rest of the way in, filling me deep, stretching me to the point of delicious burning, making my toes tingle and my cock leak, my inner muscles clenching around him, desperate for more.
“Fuck,” he pants, pulling out and thrusting back in again, hard and fast, leaning in to kiss me at the same time, our foreheads and noses bumping, our lips moving together in a sloppy, hungry kiss.
I can feel every inch of his cock with each thrust, stretching me, filling me, owning me. Sweat forms on our skin despite the cool rush of air conditioning pumping through the vents in the room.
Real pushes my hips higher, his cock nailing my prostate on the next thrust, stars sparking behind my eyelids, deep, guttural moans falling from my lips.
“Right there, right there,” I gasp, the next thrust hitting just right again. My cock bounces against my stomach with every thrust, precum spilling from me like a faucet with every direct hit. “I’m close,” I warn.
“Yeah,” he groans back, fucking me faster, the slap, slap, slap of our skin drowning out the remaining faraway sounds of anyone else existing on this island.
Even without his hands on me, my cock throbs and swells, my balls constricting as heat pools deep in my stomach. Real tangles his fingers with mine, our hands joined above my head, our ragged breaths mingling, and our bodies moving together.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, rolling my hips to match his thrusts.
My orgasm washes over me in a rush of heat, the sticky ropes of my cum splattering both of our bodies as I tense and tremble, clenching my fingers around his. Real’s thrusts stutter, and he lets out a deep moan, pulsing inside me.
We move against each other drowsily, our lips still brushing together as we ride out our orgasms.
“Holy shit, I’ve never come hands-free before,” I tell him with a breathless laugh when he rolls off me.
“That was insanely hot,” he pants, removing the condom and tossing it onto the floor.
It doesn’t take long before his breaths even out and slow down. My body is exhausted, but my mind is too busy to fall asleep yet. I look over at Real in the dim light of the room, and my heart swells.
I dreamed of him for so long, and now here he is, in my bed, my cum drying on his belly, our combined sweat dampening the sheets. I’m not going to let him slip through my fingers again.
When sleep doesn’t come, I slip out of bed and get a damp washcloth to clean Real up with. He murmurs sleepily but doesn’t wake up as I rid us both of crusting cum, and then I slip back out onto the balcony.
I tilt my head to look up at the vast expanse of the night sky, and I make a mental list of all the things I want to do with Real when we get home: take him to my favorite little breakfast place a few blocks from the gym, introduce him to my friends and meet his, get so used to him in my bed that I miss him like hell when he’s away on his trips, maybe buy a place together eventually…
The list goes on as the night gets later. Honestly, I could’ve saved myself some time because the answer is everything. I want to do everything with him. And then I want to make a whole new list and do all those things too.
Will a lifetime be enough?
I doubt it.
I’m not sure how late it is by the time I climb back into bed. Even dead asleep, he rolls toward me and wraps his body around mine as soon as he senses I’m near. I brush a kiss to the top of his head.
Will he think I’m crazy if I tell him I’m in love with him?