35. Abi
35
ABI
Flynn is going to kill me. I’m going to die right here, spread out on my coffee table wearing only a pair of very wet lace panties and cowboy boots. Why didn’t I take the fucking boots off?
But Flynn’s gaze keeps catching on them in a way that makes me think he’s very into the cowboy boots staying exactly where they are.
I didn’t expect Flynn to embrace the control as much as he has. I was hoping he would, because if he’s in charge, my brain doesn’t have to think. And I know Flynn well enough to know he’s going to take care of me, in more ways than one.
So I do exactly as he says, and stay perfectly still.
He sprawls back on the couch, his eyes tracing over my body as he lazily undoes the buttons of his shirt. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before; the long, lean planes of his chest, the taut abs, the way his jeans fit around his hips. But my current position and the way he’s taking his god damned time undoing that shirt makes me lightheaded. It’s a good thing I’m sitting down. Or sprawled. It’s definitely more of a sprawl at this point.
Flynn finally reaches the last button and stands to strip the shirt off his body. I sit up, expecting him to finally embrace my offer from earlier, but he places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down until I’m propped up on my elbows with him standing over me, between my spread legs.
He shoves his jeans down to mid-thigh, then his tight black underwear. He fists his gorgeous thick cock and slowly drags his hand up and down the shaft.
“See what you’re doing to me, Rosie?”
“I want to do more to you,” I say between short puffs of breath. He’s barely touched me and I’m panting and desperate. I’m almost scared for the moment he does put his hands on me. I might explode.
“Yeah? What do you want to do?”
“I want to suck your cock. I want to ride it. I want to have you fuck me with it.”
Flynn groans, pausing his slow jerks. “Patience. If you’re a good girl, you’ll get to do all of those things … eventually.”
“Now,” I say, trying to sit up again, but Flynn leans down and presses his mouth to mine, keeping me in place.
“No,” he says between firm, chaste kisses. No tongue, no teeth. “First, I want to taste you.”
He drops to his knees, his hands ghosting up my thighs and sending goosebumps across my sensitive skin. He glances up at me, the confidence and control from a moment ago wavering and I can see his nerves rising to the surface.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Please.” It comes out as a low whine, my desperation clear and it seems to steady something in Flynn.
He tugs my underwear down and I lift my hips to help him, pulling my legs up and together to let him remove them. He tosses the fabric on the floor and trails kisses up my leg, soft brushes of his lips. I relax into the gentle touch. Then he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my thigh and I hiss, but his tongue is there, soothing away the pain as I groan. He drags his nose along the crease between leg and body, then trails kisses back down my thigh. I don’t know if he’s teasing me, or if he’s trying to find the confidence to put his mouth on me.
I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair. He glances up at me again and without breaking eye contact, drags his tongue across my pussy.
I jerk in surprise as electric shocks of pleasure and desire shoot through me. My fingers tighten involuntarily and Flynn takes that as encouragement, taking another slow taste of me.
He swirls his tongue, alternating with licks and flicks, the sensation sending me boneless. My hand slips from his hair and I collapse back onto the coffee table, staring at the ceiling.
His tongue stops moving and he nips at my thigh. “No. Watch. I want to see your face. I want your hand in my hair. I like that.” He gives me a shy smile as I prop myself back on my elbows and caress his cheek for a moment before sliding my hand back into his hair, wrapping my fingers tight and giving a tug. He hums against my pussy and I feel the vibrations. “Just like that,” he murmurs before resuming his taunting and teasing.
He works me over with his mouth, pressure building in my pelvis as he does. My eyes keep trying to close, but each time they do, Flynn pauses until I make eye contact again. I’m squirming on the edge of the table, so close to the peak of my pleasure, but unable to quite make it there.
Then Flynn slides a finger into me and after a moment, adds another. Using his mouth and hand in tandem, he has me crying out. I’m so close, but I still can’t get there. The pressure is mounting, both the physical as he draws me higher and higher, but also the mental. That cloying fear that I can’t actually let go.
I whine and writhe against him, desperation climbing.
“Come for me, Rosie. Then you can have my cock. It’s desperate for your pretty lips.”
His words do it. They send me over the edge and I cry out as my body is wracked by my intense orgasm. Thankfully Flynn doesn’t pull away too soon. He holds just the right amount of pressure until the shudders subside, then he slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and whimpering. He presses a soft kiss against my thigh, then against my belly as he lifts himself up.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, leaning over me. I can feel his hard cock against my hip.
“You better fucking kiss me,” I mumble and he chuckles softly.
“You look absolutely wrecked,” he says.
“Mmhmm,” I hum as he presses a soft kiss against my mouth. Words are too hard right now.
“It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen on you my motorbike in a fucking tight skirt and heels.”
I laugh. He smooths my hair, running his fingers through it. It’s all too soft, this moment. I’m supposed to have his dick in my mouth by this point, but instead he’s draped over me—holding his full weight up on his elbow though so he doesn’t crush me—caressing my hair.
“Give me like, another thirty seconds,” I say. “Then I’m repaying the favour.”
“Only if you want to,” he says and presses a kiss against my temple.
Ugh, this man. He’s too hot and sweet for his own damn good. I can’t believe no one has locked him down yet. A tiny pang of disappointment shoots through me as I remember that whatever happening between us is a short-term thing. It’s a physical thing. It’s not a relationship. It’s not dates and romance and falling in love. I don’t have the capacity for that, and Flynn deserves it all.
I push against his shoulder and he shifts back, helping me sit up. “I started this by offering. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t want to do it.”
Flynn resumes his place on the couch, his jeans still halfway down his thighs, cock still hard and standing proud.
I lick my lips. God, I want to taste him.
“I guess you better get on your knees then,” he says and my gaze darts from his cock to his eyes. The sweet uncertainty is gone. I know he’s faking the confidence, but it doesn’t stop it being the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. He reaches out and grabs my ass, squeezing tight. “Now,” he says and without hesitation, I obey.
I kneel between his thighs and take his dick in my hand, wrapping my palm around it.
“Fuck,” he grunts .
I hold eye contact as I lean forward and flick my tongue over the tip, tasting him.
“This is not going to last long. I’m sorry,” he says.
“I’ll take it as a compliment.” I flick my tongue over his head again, then suck it into my mouth.
He grunts again, his hips twitching forward, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. “Sorry.”
I shake my head as much as I can without releasing him, letting the heavy weight of his shaft slide over my tongue. I don’t go too hard, not wanting to overwhelm him too soon. There’s plenty of time for that. So I alternate long, languid licks with sliding my lips over his dick, enjoying the pleasant stretch.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he grunts as I take him deep and his hips thrust up again.
This time I do release him. “You don’t need to hold back,” I say, then take his length in my mouth again.
This time when his hips push forward, he doesn’t stop himself and the moan he lets out is worth it. He thrusts again, and again, never going too far, like I knew he wouldn’t. Because he’s Flynn.
“I’m going to …” he trails off and the hand that’s buried in my hair tugs, trying to pull me off him. I don’t let him and a moment later his body tenses as warmth fills my mouth. He shudders as I draw him through his orgasm and when he’s done, I slowly release his dick.
I climb into his lap, pressing our bare skin together and wrapping my arms around him. His hands rest against my back, large, warm and solid .
“Who looks wrecked now?” I whisper as I drop a line of kisses along his jaw.
“Both of us,” he mumbles, still a little dazed and I laugh. “I’m ruined,” he adds.
“Need some sleep?”
He nuzzles against my neck. “Mmm. You mentioned a bed earlier?”
“Yeah, I have multiple.”
“It’s okay. We only need one.”