“Because Corey is the type of guy I should be with.”
“What type?” I squeezed his hips, and he focused on my face again.
“My age.”
Anger blazed to life in my chest. “Fuck that. What does age have to do with anything?”
I slid my hands up his body, then shoved his suit coat off his shoulders, and he allowed me to strip the material from his arms and toss it on the hood of his car. His tie came next, and I liked brushing my fingers against his sensitive neck as I loosened it, then tugged it up over his head. He stared at me while I unbuttoned his shirt, and I split my attention between his eyes and the nicely sculpted chest that came into view. God, he was so fucking built. I loved it.
“Do you know what I saw the night I met you?”
“What, Sir?”
I jerked his shirt out of his pants, and he clung to my forearms for a second before he helped me strip it off. It went on the pile of clothing. I grabbed his hips and leaned him against the side of the car with his ass against the metal. He left his hands where I placed them at his sides, nodding once to show he understood that was what I wanted. Stepping closer, I rested my weight against him and bent to do something I’d wanted to do since he took off his shirt at Black Out—I licked from the inside of his left elbow up over the bulge of his bicep, then did the same thing to the other arm.
“I saw a strong, handsome man who needed to give it up to the right guy.” I kissed and nibbled over his bicep down to his elbow again, and he chuckled when I sucked a kiss there. Flynn flexed his abs and rocked the steel pole in his pants against the thigh I wedged between his legs. It was bliss to feel the firm, needy warmth pressed tight to my body. “Me, I’m the right guy,” I murmured.
He snorted but didn’t say a damned word when I kissed up his arm and across his sculpted shoulder to the crook of his neck. I licked along the other side until I hit that shoulder and laved my tongue over the rounded muscle.
“And now I’ve had you and I’m keeping you.” I nibbled on his ear until I got an honest-to-God whimper, and he rubbed against my leg like he was trying to start a fire. I kicked his feet apart to make room for myself and muscled into the cradle of his thighs to rock my body against his, chasing the sizzle of heat that came from grinding on him. I snagged the tie off the hood and looped it lazily around one of his wrists, then circled it around the other and pulled the end through the first loop, tying it off. It wasn’t meant to be a serious restraint, just something to give him a little tug if he flexed, but I loved the way he gasped. He glanced up, and his pupils were huge, an endless black. My breath caught as his small moan echoed in the garage. I spun him around, and he caught himself on the car.
“Put that ass in the air.”
He leaned over and did as I said, and I plastered my chest to his back, nudging my cock against the perfect muscled mounds of his asscheeks. I kissed up the nape of his neck, smiling as I got another whimper out of him. Slipping my hands around his waist, I unbuckled his belt as I humped against him.
“Keep this,” I said, tugging on the belt. “Wear it tomorrow. I want to see it on you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I slid the leather from the loops, and he moaned low in his throat as I pushed the pants down to his knees and they fell the rest of the way on their own. Flynn stood there shivering in a pair of bright blue boxer briefs, and I dropped to my knees and sank my teeth into his left cheek.
He gasped. “Ow!”
Chuckling, I teased and laid my teeth against the same spot. He tensed. “Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head.
“I’m going to give you two stripes across your ass with this belt.” I dragged the leather along his calf, and he tensed.
“What?” His head jerked up, but he didn’t look back at me. “Why?”
I smirked and heat coiled in my gut. “Three now—one for each minute you made me wait to help you get rid of that fuck at the restaurant, and one for asking me why I would want to correct such selfish behavior.”
The small growl I got from him had me grinning. The cement floor was uncomfortable under my knees and I hopped to my feet to press my hard-on against Flynn’s ass. My head went light as I had a full-body memory of being in his tight heat. I wanted it again.
“How is me taking control of a situation selfish?”
“Good question.” I ran the leather along his spine, and he rocked his ass against my crotch, almost as if he couldn’t help it. “Because you know I want control of you and everything that happens to you. I want to make those decisions for you. I knew he was on the prowl for a quick fuck the first time I saw him eye you up like a horny dog. He wanted to make you his bitch—” I stopped and licked around the shell of his ear. “—but you’re mine.”
Flynn shivered against me.
“So, three stripes of the belt. Lean forward, I want that ass high in the air. Don’t hide from me or it’ll be four.”
Flynn trembled hard enough I could visibly see him shaking. “Please, why, Sir?”
“I already told you, for not letting me drive off that man who wanted to take you from me. You’re mine.”
I stepped away, and Flynn arched his back and stuck his ass out like it was an Olympic event and he wanted the gold. My groin tightened and I bit at the inside of my lip. I’d never been this hard—ever.
