41. Abi
41
ABI
After we shower, I force feed Flynn, making sure he eats something.
He perches on a stool at his kitchen bench, wearing only a pair of dark boxer briefs and I do everything in my power not to stare at the long lines of his body. I fail repeatedly as my gaze lingers over the smooth muscle. I want to draw constellations with the freckles scattered across his shoulders.
Instead, I tell him about us eating the apple pie first and a soft smile plays at his lips.
“Mum would have loved that,” he murmurs, reaching for the bowl.
Once he’s fed, I lead him to the bedroom, pulling back his blankets for him as he climbs in. I tug the duvet up around his shoulders as he settles in, then take a step back.
“Do you need anything else before I go?”
“For you not to go,” Flynn says, voice already sleepy. “Please, stay. ”
“People will think that’s strange.”
He lets out a frustrated little noise and it’s kind of adorable. “We’ll just tell them we were hanging out to make me feel better and you fell asleep here. It’s the truth.”
I sigh as Flynn peels open his eyes and stares up at me. It’s become really, really hard to say no to that face. “Fine.”
“T-shirts are in the second drawer if you want one to sleep in,” Flynn says, voice slightly muffled by the pillow he’s burrowing into. “Or I wouldn’t complain if you didn’t wear anything at all.”
“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” I say. I grab a t-shirt from the drawer, tug the dress I put back on after our shower over my head and slip into the shirt. It’s incredibly soft and smells deliciously like Flynn.
Crossing the room, I slide into Flynn’s bed behind him, wrapping my arm around his waist and tugging him back into me.
He snuggles in and within minutes is asleep, his breath soft and even.
I try not to be jealous as I lie in the dark holding him. Sleep eludes me and if I was alone, I’d be tossing and turning constantly. But here, I lie still and hold Flynn to me, his warm body an anchor.
Eventually I give up and slip from the bed, padding silently to the kitchen for a drink before sneaking back into bed.
“Where’d you go?” Flynn murmurs. “I woke up and you were gone.”
“Just to get a drink. I’m not going anywhere. Go back to sleep. ”
He relaxes back into the mattress, but as I settle beside him, his arms snake out and wrap around me, tugging me into him.
I go willingly.
“You smell like my soap,” he whispers against my hair.
“That’s because I used it.”
He snorts a tiny laugh. “Obviously.” He pauses, then draws a long breath. “I didn’t mean to force you to stay. You can go if you’d rather not be here.”
“Hey.” I roll towards Flynn, cupping his cheeks with my hands. “There’s nowhere else I want to be.” I stroke my thumb along his cheekbone. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting some actual sleep, but I’m not sure that’s happening tonight.”
“You can’t sleep?”
“Nope. But it’s okay. Lying here with you is still better than being at home alone.”
“I might be able to help with the sleeping. Or at least relaxing … maybe.” Flynn’s hand skates down my spine and tingles shoot through me.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I murmur against his lips, only now realising how close we’re getting.
“I can’t sleep while you’re not.”
“The last couple of hours beg to differ.”
“Hush, Rosie,” Flynn says against my mouth, before pressing a soft, slow kiss to my lips.
His hand lands on my hip, rubbing a smooth circle before sliding under the hem of the t-shirt to trace the outline of my spine.
“I’m supposed to be looking after you tonight,” I whisper.
“You are. Mutually beneficial arrangement, remember? It’ll help you sleep, and you can still take care of me.” He pauses and pulls back. It’s just light enough in the room that I can make out the gleam of his eyes and the furrow in his brow. “If you want to. I don’t think I can do all that tonight, as hot as it is.”
By that, I assume he means leading our hook ups, the control I hand over to him to help me get out of my head. But tonight, I don’t need that.
Tonight, I just need to care for this incredible man. It’s all I want.
“Of course I want, but are you sure? You’re not exactly in a great place today.”
He snorts. “Rosie, I’m sad and miss the family I lost ten years ago, but that’s never going to stop me from wanting you.” He snags the waistband of my underwear with his thumbs and tugs them down.
I kick them off my legs, then roll towards him, pushing him onto his back as I land on top of him. “I can work with that.” I thread my fingers into his hair and am rewarded when he lets out a soft moan. “Can I turn on a light? I want to see you.”
Flynn reaches out, his arm flailing in mid-air for a moment before connecting with the bedside lamp and a moment later soft light surrounds us.
I blink a few times, waiting for my eyes to adjust, then wriggle further onto Flynn’s body until my knees land on the mattress on either side of him. I sit up, straddling his waist, and gaze down at him.
His eyes are soft on me as he trails his gaze down my body, his hair mussed against the pillow .
“Fuck, you look good in my clothes.” His hands close around my bare thighs, teasing the hem of the shirt.
“I look better without them though,” I say, and tug the shirt over my head.
Flynn lets out a low groan. “Agreed.” His hands skim over my hips, lifting to cup my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples and a breathy, needy moan leaves me.
His simple, soft touches have me desperate for him, heat already pooling in my belly, the ache between my legs building.
I slide my hips back so I can get at his thick, hard cock. I shove his underwear down his thighs, freeing him. I wrap my hand around his shaft, giving a few slow pumps while Flynn drops his head back and lets out a gravelly low groan.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I ask, wanting to make sure we’re on the same page with this. We haven’t had sex yet, just used hands and mouths and I don’t want to push him too far if he’s not there yet. He’ll be losing his virginity. I don’t want him to regret it because it happened on an emotional night when he wasn’t feeling himself.
“Does it count as me fucking you when you’re up there?” Flynn’s voice is breathy and broken with need.
“Sure, we can go with that,” I say, leaning forward to suck his tip into my mouth. He lets out another guttural noise, his hands finding their way to my hair and tugging me off. I pout.
“I won’t last, and I’m not blowing now if you’re offering to ride me,” he says through gritted teeth.
“That’s fair,” I say. “Do you have condoms?” I ask as I lean down and capture his mouth for a long, wandering kiss.
His arm flails about again until he hits his hand against his bedside table and breaks the kiss to curse. “Fuck that hurt,” he mutters, then turns his attention to the drawer, indicating the box inside.
I fish out a foil packet, rip it open and roll the condom onto him.
“Do you need anything?” he asks, pushing up onto his elbows. “A warmup round?”
I grin at him. One of the best parts of being with Flynn is how fun it is, even when we’re in the middle of a super hot hookup, it’s still fun. He’s constantly making me crack up laughing, even on the brink of orgasm.
“See for yourself,” I say, rising up onto my knees.
Flynn drags his hands across my body again, sending shivers and goosebumps spreading from every place he touches. He cups my pussy and slides a finger inside me.
“So wet,” he says, voice filled with bliss. “I assume this means you’re good?”
I grind down on his palm and he groans.
“Very, very, very good. Now, let me at your dick.”
He chuckles, the sound warm and soft and landing right in the middle of my chest.
I move up his body again, then ever so slowly sink down onto him.
“Oh holy Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker. Oh, god.”
“Nope, no god here. Just me,” I say. My voice is barely audible, just a breathy whisper of lust and desire as I feel myself stretch around him.
His jaw clenches and eyelids flutter, but he never closes his eyes, never takes his gaze from me.
When my ass presses against his thighs he lets out a sexy as hell grunt.
“ Fuck , Abi. Fuck, you feel amazing.”
I lean down and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth and exploring, losing myself in him while he’s inside me.
His hands grasp my hips, holding me in place and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s worried I’m going to run away, or if he’s trying to stop himself giving into the need to take more.
I tangle my hand in his hair and drag the fingers on the other hand down his throat. I push off his chest so I’m sitting upright again.
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” I say, in a ridiculous husky voice.
Then, I begin to move.