“You now,” I said. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
“Fuck yeah,” Flynn muttered, throwing off his coat. His T-shirt followed, revealing a broad, hairy chest with built pecs the likes I’d never seen outside of magazines or television. He kicked off his boots, flicked open his jeans button, and pushed his pants and underwear down his thick thighs. Also hairy.
Damn, this man was a sexy beast.
His cock was big, in proportion with the rest of him, and I had a brief moment of doubt as to where the heck it would fit—mouth or ass or even hand—before deciding I’d enjoy trying to figure it out.
Flynn gripped his dick, stroking it once, as he gazed at me. “What do you want, Bailey?”
“Come here.”
He crawled onto the bed, placing his hands on either side of my shoulders, knees bracketing my hips, and leaned down to kiss me.
I tugged him down, encouraging him to lower his weight onto me. “Want to feel you,” I whispered into the dip in his throat.
His hairy chest brushed my nipples, setting sparks dancing through my system. His thick cock nudged my hip. He sank onto me, little by little, until he pinned me to the mattress.
“Can you breathe?” he asked.
I chuckled. “Only a little, but…worth it.”
He levered himself up on one arm, bicep bulging with the strain, and reached for the bedside table. He yanked open a drawer, rummaged around, and came back with a tube of lube.
“Open this for me.”
I flipped open the lid and poured lube into the palm of his hand as he requested. My heart thundered. What was he going to do with that? Did he want to fuck me?
I wanted to be game for anything, but I hadn’t bottomed before, and Flynn wasbig.
“Shh,” he murmured, dipping down to kiss me gently. “I can hear you freaking out. I’m going to make you feel good. Do you trust me, Bailey?”
“With my life,” I said, eyes meeting his, letting him know that I was with him, unafraid, despite my nerves trying to take over.
He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes closing. “Fuck, baby, you’re too good to be true.”
I shook my head, but my answer was lost in a gasp as Flynn closed his slick hand around my cock, stroking it in a tight grip.
Pleasure rocketed through me, making me arch and hiss.
“Such a pretty cock,” he murmured. “Just like the rest of you.”
He bent to kiss my left nipple, swiping his tongue over it, nibbling and making me moan.
It occurred to me I was doing nothing to reciprocate, but Flynn was blowing my mind with a few touches.
“What about you?” I asked between gasps of breath.
He lifted his head. “Don’t worry. I’m getting everything I want right now.”
Lust glazed his eyes, and my fingers had made a mess of his hair. Fuck, the man was hot. His beard was soft against my skin as he nuzzled into my throat, sucking a hard kiss there that made me moan.
He stroked my dick faster. The pleasure was rising too fast.
“I can’t. Flynn, I gotta?—!”
He sat back, and I erupted with a cry. He stroked me through it, wringing me of every drop, his dick still thick and heavy between his legs.
When I caught my breath, he had his dick in his hand, jerking it like a machine, eyes locked on the cum smeared over my abs.
