“You wanna come inside me, don't you?”
Ah, there it was. The dirtier she talked, the faster he moved.
“Fuck me so hard the neighbors will know your name.”
Flynn groaned so loud, changing the angle of his pumping just enough that his pelvis rubbed against hers. Slowing, he dropped his forehead to hers and wouldn't release her gaze. Falling under his spell, Bristowe felt the pulse beginning again and called out. His smirking grin was everything she needed to know; he’d done it on purpose so he wouldn't come alone.
“Oh, god, Flynn!”
“Louder,” he demanded.
She hadn't meant it as a dare, but fuck. “Flynn!”
Finally, she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. It was overwhelming, and she was about to lose it, anyway. Spreading her thighs wider, he renewed his thrusts until her teeth jostled in her skull.
"I said, louder!"
She fell over the edge, her muscles contracting so tightly she thought she’d force him out. He held on, one final thrust so deep he might as well have bruised her ribs with his cock.
“Flynn!” she screamed one more time, because why not?
“God, yes.”
She feared he would drop her, but he had more control than that. Still, her pussy throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and they remained connected for a few minutes. Eventually, he backed away from the door and released her numb legs. There was no feeling in them, and he had to support her so she didn't crumple into a ball on the floor.
“Where in God’s name did you learn to fuck like that?”
Chuckling, he said, “I was quite the man whore when I first left the group home.”
Well, that made sense. He would've been locked down tight as a young man, unable to spend time with dates. From what he’d told her of Barb, she was very strict with the boys in her effort to keep them out of trouble.
“I learned to slow down after some time.” Arms wobbling, he leaned in to kiss her forehead. “It wasn't what I wanted out of life, it was just a brief moment of rebellion.”
Once he was certain she was steady on her feet, Flynn left her in the foyer to use her bathroom. After he emerged, she went in. Taking a look at herself in the mirror, she couldn't deny she looked as freshly fucked as she felt. Taking the time for a quick cleanup, she ran a brush through her tangled hair and wiped off her smeared lipstick.
“They taught you a lot, then,” she said when she emerged.
Flynn stood in front of her refrigerator in nothing but his jeans, carelessly unbuttoned and riding low on his hip bones. Swallowing thickly, she watched him take out two bottles of water and offer her one before opening his own. Heart thumping a wild tattoo, she watched him watching her. His throat worked as he drank, his mussed hair falling over his forehead as he straightened.
“What were you saying?” But his gaze traveled her naked body, and the rush of blood under her skin was enough to blank her thoughts.
Yeah, whatwereyou saying? “Um, just that you learned a lot. About sex.”Get it under control, Hill. “You’re good.”
“You know how they say it’s different with the right partner?”
Her head bobbed like a puppet on a string.
“Anyway, it’s never been this good for me, either.”
Oh wow. “I . . .”don't know what to say.
Expression unreadable, Flynn set the water down. “Are you tired? Want me to go?”
And there went her chest feeling uncomfortably tight. “Not-not unless that’s what you want.” Did he see it on her face? Was her love for him some neon beacon?
“I can stay.”
Relief washed through her, and she reached for him. Taking her hand, he allowed her to pull him to her chest. Her breasts felt full and tingly pressed to his bare skin.Fully and thoroughly fucked in more ways than one.
