Chapter 19
Nineteen
Max
Oh, my God, I’m kissing Flynn Nightingale.
And even better, he’s kissing me back.
Those are the last two thoughts I have before my mind goes blank, overrun by flashes of light and heat as Flynn carries me deeper into his room. Somehow, I end up with my back against his mattress, Flynn’s weight crushing me deliciously as his mouth devours mine.
Like he’s been starved for it.
And this time, he’s not stopping. Not pumping the brakes or pushing me away.
“Jesus,” he huffs between kisses. “You taste even better than I remember.”
White-hot lava unfurls in my belly as he trails a hot, wet path down my throat, not just using his lips, but his entire mouth. Tongue. Teeth. Everything .
His hand slips beneath the hem of my shorts, his fingertips skimming up the back of my thigh, and I have a moment of lucidity, remembering I’m wearing a one-piece romper that can’t be easily shed, especially when I’m laying beneath him like this.
Gripping Flynn’s shoulders and throwing one leg over his, I heave, rolling us over until I’m the one on top, straddling his waist. His hands land on my thighs as he smiles up at me. I hold the eye contact as I undo the row of tiny buttons between my breasts, and as I slowly pull the material apart and push the wide straps down my shoulders, Flynn’s gaze drops to my bare chest.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs, his hands pushing up my sides before cupping my breasts.
Once the top of the romper pools at my waist, leaving my upper half bare, I tug at the hem of Flynn’s shirt, pushing it up until he takes the not-so-subtle hint, releases my breasts, and sits up slightly so he can rip the garment off and toss it aside.
I push his shoulders down and lean over him, igniting fresh flames as I ravage his mouth with mine. I can feel his cock straining inside his jeans beneath me, and I can’t help but rotate my hips to grind against it. Fireworks flare to life behind my closed eyelids, and when Flynn’s hands grab my hips and push me down even harder against him, I think I might pass out from the sheer pleasure of it.
Breaking off the kiss, I forge a path down his neck with my mouth in the same way he did mine before, and the deep groan in his throat vibrates against my lips .
“Max,” he gasps, and I freeze, making him add. “Please, don’t stop.”
He groans again when I move to his chest, nipping at his flesh with my teeth as I continue to dry hump him through our clothes.
“I’ve dreamt about this so many times,” he huffs between harsh breaths. “Nothing can compare to the real thing. You feel so fucking good.”
With those words spurring me on, I raise myself up an inch before shimmying down his thighs. My mouth charts a course down his stomach to his abdomen, around his navel to the button of his jeans. A second later, I’m nuzzling his erection through the denim.
Flynn flies upright, grips my upper arms, and pulls me back up his body. Our mouths meet as he flips us back over, then he copies my earlier movements by kissing a path down my neck to my chest. I gasp when his hot mouth covers one nipple, his tongue flicking against it before sucking it, hard. The muscles in my core clench in response, and moisture floods my channel, leaving my underwear soaked.
Flynn pays the same homage to the other breast before continuing his downward trajectory. When he reaches my waist, he sits back on his heels and tugs the romper down my thighs. I lift my legs into the air so he can tug the material free, and he doesn’t waste a second making sure my underwear follow, leaving me completely naked.
I watch as he stares down at me with burning fascination, his palms gliding up my inner thighs to spread them wide. When they reach the top, I feel his thumbs spread me open and watch as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
“You’re drenched,” he whispers as one thumb runs up my slit, collecting the moisture before gently circling my clit.
I yelp as my hips buck involuntarily. It’s been so long since anyone else has touched me like this, and even longer since I’ve wanted––no, needed ––it so desperately.
Smiling softly at my reaction, Flynn continues his work, stimulating my clit while he slowly pushes a finger from the other hand deep inside me. A groan rumbles in my chest at the delicious intrusion, and Flynn mimics the sound as he drives the finger even deeper, causing my inner walls to flutter and pulse around it.
“Jesus,” he mutters, pumping the digit slowly. “You’re so fucking perfect, Max.”
I’m writhing as he works me over, the pressure building in my core. Pulling his finger free, he adds a second to it and pushes back in before I can even squeak in protest. The added sense of fullness drives me wild, and I’m chanting his name with each thrust inside me.
But it’s not enough. I need more.
“Please, Flynn,” I beg.
“What do you need, baby?” he asks, his whisper edged with the same desperation I’m feeling.
“Your cock,” I say without pause. “Please.”
His movements stop abruptly as he bites out a curse. I open my eyes to see him staring down at me with regret in his eyes.
“I didn’t bring any condoms with me on this trip,” he says. “I didn’t expect…this. ”
Shit. I didn’t either.
“I trust you,” I find myself saying before my mind can fully form the thought. “And I’m on birth control. I have an IUD.”
His blue eyes brighten like they’re lit from within as he asks, “Are you sure? We can always do other things.”
The words don’t match the eager look on his face, and I can tell he wants to drive into me as much as I want him to. I shake my head and roll my hips to drive the fingers still inside me deeper.
“I need you, Flynn. I need you to fuck me. Right now.”
A slow smile spreads across his face as he stares down at me. Pulling his fingers out slowly, he holds my gaze hostage as he drives them between his lips and sucks them clean with a hum of pleasure.
“Mm. Next time,” he says after he pulls them out of his mouth and reaches down to unbutton his jeans.
Holy fuck. Why was that so hot?
The bed bounces as Flynn hops off to stand beside it. He pushes his jeans and boxers down in one motion before stomping his legs to free himself of the garments. He’s back on the bed in a flash, his hips nestled between my thighs as he licks and nips at my breasts. My fingers dive into his hair, tugging him upward until his mouth meets mine in a deep, frenzied kiss.
As his lower half resettles higher between my thighs, the ridge of his cock slides over my swollen clit, making me gasp. Flynn kisses me harder, swallowing the noises that erupt from my throat as he rolls his hips, making his erection glide back and forth against me in a slow, teasing motion.
Unable to take the teasing for another second, I wait for the exact right moment and buck my hips upward, the move lines his cock up with my entrance, so when he pushes forward again, the tip slides in.
Flynn breaks off our kiss as a deep groan rumbles out of him. My inner walls spasm in anticipation as he pushes the tiniest bit deeper and pauses. It’s not enough. I need more.
I need all of him.
“Flynn, please,” falls from my lips on a desperate whimper, and he drops his head to the crook of my neck as he pushes in a little more.
Black spots fill my vision, and I close my eyes to focus on the feeling of him inside me. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve experienced before, his cock stretching me in ways I’ve never been stretched. It feels amazing, but still not enough.
As if he’s read my thoughts, Flynn takes an audible breath, holds it, and slams his hips forward. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I tilt my head back and gasp. Flynn remains perfectly still, giving me whatever time I need to adjust to the invasion. I feel him lift his head, and when I open my eyes, he’s watching me with a soft smile.
“This feels better than every dream I’ve ever had about you, combined.”
I reach up to brush away a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, asking, “You dreamed of me?”
“Every night for the last seven years,” he says, turning his head to press a kiss to my palm .
Seven years. Not five.
He’s saying he dreamed of this for two years before the night everything went to hell, and has dreamed it every night since. He never stopped thinking of me, even when he thought I’d played him to––
“Are you ready?” he asks before I can dive too far down that rabbit hole.
“I’m ready,” I say with a small nod.
Bracing his elbows on either side of my head, he dips his head and kisses me as he partially pulls out, leaving me shivering with need. As he drives back in, his tongue pushes between my lips, brushing against mine as I moan into his mouth.
We move slowly at first, finding a matching rhythm. Then Flynn does this little roll thing with his hips, driving him even deeper as his pubic bone presses against my clit, and I barely stop myself from screaming. It’s too much and not enough all at once, making my head spin as heat builds in my core.
“Faster,” I huff out on a breath, surrendering to the need to chase the orgasm that’s hovering just out of reach. “Harder.”
Flynn complies, picking up the pace until he’s slamming into me, making the bed knock into the wall behind my head. I curl my legs around him, pressing my heels into his ass to drive him deeper on each thrust.
I shout as my orgasm slams through me suddenly and without the slow buildup I’m used to. Flynn grunts as my inner walls clench down around him, squeezing his cock as he drives into me again and again, faster and faster until he freezes with a long moan .
Holy shit.
That was… There are no words to describe it. At least none that my addled brain can conjure up at the current moment.
“God damn,” Flynn mutters, his voice filled with the same awe coursing through me.
He drops his head to my shoulder, breathing hard as his body trembles with post-orgasmic euphoria. My inner walls flutter with an aftershock, and Flynn moans before pressing a long kiss to the side of my neck.
He rolls off me then, his softening cock regretfully slipping out of me, but he makes up for it by pulling me with him until I’m snuggled into his side. His arm curves around me. My head rests on his chest where I can hear the rhythm of his heart slowly return to normal.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers on an exhale that ruffles my hair just before he presses a kiss to my head. “Absolute perfection.”
A smile curves my lips as exhaustion overshadows the bliss. I feel like I should say something, anything, but the fog in my brain takes over.
I feel Flynn’s arm tighten around me, his fingertips dragging up my arm and back down in slow-motion. He whispers something that sounds like goodnight, and before I can dredge up the energy to respond in kind, everything goes dark.