Chapter Eleven
Since they had a littletime to themselves, Flynn wanted nothing more than to cuddle on the couch and soak up the temporary quiet. Bristowe’s apartment was nearly silent, except for the occasional noise from the refrigerator running. She sat beside him, her body curled against his. Every once in a while, she’d run her hand absentmindedly over his thigh, as though she didn't even realize she was touching him. Once, he’d pictured her in a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top, and that was exactly what she’d chosen to wear that Saturday morning. Her hard nipples strained against the thin fabric of the top, and he had to try hard not to groan every time he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye. She was also reading, and he didn't want to disturb her peace . . . but he simply couldn't hold back any longer. By the time he’d finished his book, he was horny and ready to pounce.
As he’d had the pleasure of learning, her thighs were indeed creamy and thick. Pale where the sun rarely met her flesh, with a few freckles and moles dotting the tops of her legs. Tracing around one such place, Flynn had the satisfaction of watching her squirm as goosebumps popped up on her arms. When she persisted in reading, he changed tactics, running his finger over her pert nipple instead.
“You’re playing dirty.” Her words came out in a breathy moan.
He grinned. “Damn right.”
“Why can't I resist you?” she asked, throwing her book over her shoulder where it landed on the floor with a thud.
Gripping her chin, he looked directly into her eyes. “Because my baby is a fuck doll who needs this cock.”
“Damn.” Shifting her thighs, Bristowe licked her fingers and snuck them past her waistband. “I love when you talk like that.”
Watching her hand disappear, Flynn thought he’d pass out from needing her. Hearing the sloppy wetness of her motions, his cock grew harder and harder. Her eyes hooded, Bristowe kept her gaze locked on his as she moaned softly. He didn't stop playing with her nipple, ensuring he showed the other one equal attention. Biting her lip, Bristowe lifted her hips to reach deeper, and he saw how much of her arm disappeared under the tiny shorts.
Twisting her nipples earned him a loud groan. “You gonna make yourself come, doll?”
She shook her head, releasing her lip with a gasp. “I want you to do it.”
“Pull your fingers out.” Rubbing the seam of her shorts, Flynn felt the wetness that had already gathered from the actions of her fingers. Pressing her back into the cushion, he trailed his mouth and tongue over her collarbones and down to suck one nipple into his mouth, the wet spot he left behind darkening her shirt. Her hips rose, begging him to touch her.
When she pressed her fingers to his lips, he opened his mouth and sucked them hard, rolling his tongue around as she panted. Pulling her hand away, she gripped his head instead to encourage him to move down. Dropping kisses across her belly, Flynn shoved the offending clothing out of the way until her pussy glistened up at him.
“So fucking wet for me, doll. Just waiting for me to fuck you with my tongue.”
Resting his mouth on her sensitive flesh, Flynn gathered her hands in his and held her still. Snaking out his tongue, he thrust it inside her body, circling and retreating to find her clit. The moan she let loose was loud in the small apartment, and her body reacted by jerking in his direction.
“Flynn!”
Guiding her hand, he placed one of her fingers over her clit and went back to thrusting his tongue inside her. Wordlessly, she picked up his cue and swirled the pad of her thumb over her swollen nub. Her other hand went back to his hair, tugging him closer. Pursing his lips, he drank from her body, seeing it flush red hot in desire. Hips rocking, she seemed incapable of finding a place to leave her free hand. Eventually, she settled on plucking her nipples, and he had to focus on not coming right then and there. Bristowe played herself like a professional, stroking and twisting herself into an orgasm. Though he was happy to assist, Flynn almost didn't even need to participate. There was nothing hotter in his life than watching Bristowe make herself come.
“So close, so close!” she shouted.
With two fingers curled inside her, he felt her inner walls fluttering as she neared completion. Between his tongue and her strokes, she was close to overheating, and he couldn't wait to watch it happen.
“Let go, fuck doll. You’re so fucking close. So wet I can hear it.”
“God, yes!” Bristowe screamed his name so loudly he was thankful the neighbor was deaf.
Licking up everything leaking out of her, Flynn felt his cock dripping inside his shorts in response. Hastily, he stood and ripped off his clothes, and Bristowe did the same with what was left. Turning her swiftly, he lined up behind her and thrust deep, eliciting a sharp cry from them both. With his hands on her throat, he felt his balls tighten and dug deep for control. Bracing her hands on the arm of the sofa, Bristowe let out a series of little mewling sounds, growing louder with each of his thrusts.
“God damn fuckingchrist, doll!”
Pulling out at the last second, he pumped his cock a few more times until he came all over her ass. Shuddering, she gripped the couch for support and sucked in air.
“I think you’ve killed me.” His legs were shaking so badly he couldn’t even steady himself. He had to sit on the couch, then began to laugh at the sight of her ass covered in his cum. “Need help?”
Shaking her head, she laughed too. “I’m going straight to the shower.”
