I blink. Then I blink again. Oh, right, role play. I stare at Flyn helplessly.
“Now, now, Mr. Freeman, this just won’t do.”
He steps forward, takes my elbow and steers me towards the bed. Then he pushes me on to it. I lie back and stare up at him.
“Remember what to say if you want us to stop?” he says in his normal voice.
I nod. “Reginald.”
We haven’t done anything kinky. This has to be as close as it gets, but Flyn wanted us to have safe words anyway. It’s so thoughtful of him, as well as perceptive. He understands that I could potentially freak out at any time. Not that I have. So far, I’ve only ever felt safe with Flyn, but brains are weird and who knows what might set me off.
“Time for your bed bath.”
My hands fly up to the buttons of my pajama top, but Flyn gently bats them away.
“No, no. Mr. Freeman. The doctor left strict orders. You need to rest.”
A deranged sounding giggle escapes me. This whole over-the-top thing is so Flyn. It should be ridiculous. The cheap sex store costume. The voice he is putting on. The words he is saying.
But I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.
He grins down at me. Blue eyes sparkling so brightly it is nearly dazzling. He is like sunlight incarnate.
I drink in the sight of him as he slowly, slowly strips me. Now I’m naked on the bed while he is standing there fully covered up. Well, as fully covered up as the skimpy costume is managing.
He gives me an extremely salacious wink before turning on his heels and walking to the bathroom with a sway in his hips.
I’m still reeling from that sight when he returns a few minutes later with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth.
He winks at me again. Then he drops to his knees beside the bed, somehow managing to make the gesture incredibly slutty. Ohhells. I’m not going to survive this. There is no need to worry about losing the will to live due to being locked down here, because I’m about to lose my mind. Flyn is going to melt it into goo.
The warm wet cloth wipes over my chest. My cock throbs. The sensation is so intense that I have to close my eyes.
Apparently, my nipples are very dirty and the nurse is having to clean them very thoroughly. A breathless moan seeps out of me. Pleasure is zapping through me like lightning. I’m tingling all over. I’m hyperaware of every inch of my naked skin.
The warm wet cloth slides down my body. It brushes over my aching cock, making me gasp.
“My, my, Mr. Freeman. This won’t do. It’s not good for your blood pressure. We are going to have to get it to go down.”
I can’t think of a single thing to say. I can’t even open my eyes. I hope Flyn doesn’t mind.
The next thing I know, I’m crying out. Ecstasy is exploding through me. Flyn’s soft lips are wrapped around my cock and sliding down. Fuck.
My hands clench in the sheets. My lungs are stuttering. My head is spinning.
He bobs up and down my length three times, then he pulls off with a wet plop.
“Well, this really won’t do. It’s getting harder. We are going to have to try something else.”
The bed dips. My eyes remember how to open, just in time to see Flyn straddling me. A gurgling sound sticks in my throat. I think my eyes are bugging out now. The latex skirt is so short it’s not getting in the way at all.
Flyn pauses above me. His eyes are dark with lust, but his question is clear. I nod frantically, which makes him smirk.
His fingers gently wrap around my cock and he holds me in place. I watch, transfixed and utterly awestruck, as he lowers himself onto me.
He is tight and hot and slick with lube, but astonishingly, I’m barely registering that. It’s the look of intense joy and rapture on his face that has me enthralled.
He slides all the way down. He grunts. His head tips back. I suck in a shuddering breath and will myself not to cum yet.
