He turned me to face the bed, then pushed on my back until I bent over.
“There it is,” he murmured. He cupped my ass, and his thumbs dug into my inner cheeks, spreading me wide so he could see the silver knob of the plug filling me. “Fucking hell, Bailey. So sexy.”
“Yeah?” I glanced back over my shoulder. “Sexy enough for you to get that dick in me?”
He laughed. “I don’t know. You’re so subtle. How will I ever figure out what you want?”
I kicked back with my right foot. He dodged me easily.
“I got you,” he said. “Let’s do this right.”
He stroked his hands up my back and down, soothing me with long, warm caresses. He placed his lips against my spine, right in the center of my back, and began kissing down, down, right to the crease of my ass.
He gently tugged on the plug just as his tongue danced over sensitive skin, and I gasped.
“It won’t feel amazing as it comes out,” he warned.
The drag of friction confirmed his words. I ground my teeth as he pulled it toward him.
“It should feel better going back in, though.”
“Going back whe?—”
He slammed the plug inside me, hitting my prostate, and I yelped and jerked. “Fuck!”
“Yeah, baby. Feels good, right?”
He began to fuck me with it, slowly at first, then faster, until I was moaning and begging. “Want more. Want your cock.”
On the next withdrawal, he pulled it all the way out. My ass felt painfully empty, and I groaned with dismay. “Get in me.”
“Shh, just a second. That plug is not as big as me.”
“Don’t care. I need it. I want it.Please.”
Slippery, cold lube coated my hole. Flynn pushed two fingers inside me. It wasn’t enough.
“Damn it, Flynn, I’m read—” I choked off as he crammed a third finger inside me. He twisted them, spreading his fingers, stretching me until I was panting with the strain.
Then finally,finally, when I was cursing up a storm and promising to hide his keys for an eternity if he didn’t fuck me, he drew out his fingers and placed his cockhead at my entrance.
I sucked in a sharp, shocked breath. How the fuck did it still feel so big after all that?
He leaned over my back, placing his lips beside my ear. “I love you, Bailey,” he said with a chuckle. “Never change, okay? You’re perfect.”
I turned, catching his lips with mine, the kiss desperate and messy, embodying all my tangled emotions of love and lust and need and urgency.
Flynn kissed me until I ran out of breath. “Ready?”
“Yes,”I insisted.
He repositioned and pushed forward, his cock spreading my rim. My skin went tight, the stretch almost too much for me to handle. He was large and hard, pressing against my insides, filling meeverywhereat once.
I groaned at the pressure, the burn of the new stretch. He wasn’t kidding. Not even the plug could totally prepare me. But it’d done enough. Even as my body trembled with the strain and I clenched the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, the edges of the burn were unfurling into the sweetest tendrils of pleasure.
Flynn slid his hands up my flanks, around to my stomach and chest. “How are you doing?”
“Good. I’m good.”
