Her head dropped back in her mirth. “Maybe so.”
“Then let’s see how much use we can make of this stash.”
Chapter Five
Bristowe Hill was manythings: a daughter, a niece, a friend, a cop. But, first and foremost, she was a woman. And as a woman, she loved sex. With men she knew, with men she barely knew, it hardly mattered. What her puritan mother tried to impose on her never stuck. Bristowe wasn't interested in social norms and whatever else her mother tried to throw her way. Sally Hill was so tight-assed it never occurred to her she was pushing her daughter away with her constant demands for propriety and perfection. Which was also precisely the reason her husband had left her.
For the time being—one night only if it came to that—Bristowe planned on enjoying Flynn Redford. One thing she was dying to do was unveil his many tattoos. The only one she’d seen clearly was the snake on his left forearm. What she discovered once he was shirtless was a multitude of designs, spaced out more than she expected. It was almost as if he was waiting for the right moment to fill them in. As she sank to her knees in front of him, she swirled her tongue over a rose mandala hovering near his waistband. With deft fingers, she unfastened his jeans and worked them past his hips. What greeted her there sent a thrill through her system.
“Goddamn, doll.”
His use of the sexist endearment should have annoyed her, but it didn’t. “Can't wait to taste you,” she murmured, opening her mouth over the head of his bobbing cock.
“Jesus.” Flynn threaded his hands through the hair at the crown of her head.
“Mmm.” It wasn't just that she enjoyed the masculine feel, it was that she knew he’d be on his knees in the next few minutes. And she’d be the one to put him there.
“Oh, just like that.”
So, he was a talker. All the better. With gusto, she sank over him, pulling his cock to the back of her throat. Right as she felt the need to gag, she backed off enough to catch her breath. Without hesitation, she swallowed him again, taking him further and further on each return. Flynn sounded like a man on his last breath, and that was exactly where she wanted him.
But she didn't want him to come down her throat, or she wouldn't get to feel him inside her. With that in mind, she sat back on her feet and looked up at him. He ran his fingers down the side of her face to cup her jaw.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Bristowe.”
“I’d look better with your cock inside me.”
Yanking her to her feet, Flynn pressed his lips to hers, swirling his tongue in her mouth. The wetness between her legs grew exponentially with every thrust of his tongue to match that of his hips. She worked to remove her clothes, to reach a state of nakedness as fast as possible. Running her hands over his chest, Bristowe felt the contraction of his muscles, the rigid planes he must work at maintaining. Moaning at the contact, she welcomed his fingers along her abdomen, the way they trailed lower and lower as he devoured her. His tongue was soft and strong, thoroughly exploring the recesses of her mouth. Finding his way between her legs, he thrust two fingers inside her, and she gasped.
“Already soaked, doll.”
As she watched in fascination, he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked her juices off them. Tugging a whimper out of her, he returned his attention to her pussy.
“Yes!” Skill would be no problem, thank God. It would suck to follow up their session with a solo operation, and thankfully he wasn't the type to ignore her needs in exchange for a quick bang.
Needing more, she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed. Shoving his pants the rest of the way off, she kissed along his thighs and up to his stomach, following the trail of hair up to his nipples. Apparently, he liked it when she used her tongue on them, if his loud groan was any sign. He reciprocated, twisting her nipples between his fingers and making her squirm.
