It was hot that he was getting off on the sight of me, but I didn’t want it to end like this.
“Wait, stop,” I ordered.
He paused, chest heaving.
I pointed to the bed. “Lie down. My turn.”
He raised his eyebrows at my imperious tone, but he collapsed onto the mattress obediently enough. I pushed his hand away from his cock, flushed a deep fuchsia and looking needy as fuck.
“This is mine.”
His eyes widened as I dipped down and licked the tip. I wrapped a hand around the base, not able to enclose it but doing my best, and swirled my tongue around his glans.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Wasn’t expecting…”
I hummed, smug that I’d surprised him. I might be younger and less experienced, but damn it, I was a hands-on learner.
I kissed and licked and tasted him until Flynn lost his hesitancy and grabbed a handful of hair.
“Suck me,” he growled.
I opened up, letting him push my mouth down onto his dick. It was so wide it strained the limits of my lips. I drooled as he filled my mouth to capacity, heavy on my tongue.
He groaned. “Oh god, Bailey. Take it deeper.”
Could I? I tried to relax and take another few inches. I gagged as he hit my throat.
I backed off and coughed. “Sorry. Not very good at this, I guess.”
“No, you’re perfect. My dick is too big for most people.”
I gave him an intense look. “I’ll learn.”
I returned to his dick, licking and sucking, trying to open my throat to take him deeper, never quite succeeding but trying damn hard. Saliva trailed down his shaft, and I used it to stroke him with both hands until he gave me a guttural warning and flooded my mouth.
I damn near drowned, spluttering as it hit my throat and doing my best to swallow and breathe.
Flynn grabbed my arm and tugged me up his body. “C’mere.”
I met his gaze shyly. “Hi. Was that…okay? I know I couldn’t?—”
He cut me off with a kiss, sweeping his tongue in to taste his cum on my tongue. “It was amazing. You’re amazing.”
I shook my head. “I’m not very experienced. I didn’t want you to know, but…”
“Bailey, I’ll give you all the experience you want,” he murmured. “I’ll treasure every minute of it. Don’t ever worry about that. As long as you’re comfortable and happy?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” I said. “I’m gonna learn to take that dick down my throat too. That’s a promise.”
He laughed. “Well, you’re determined enough, I believe it. But that doesn’t matter to me.” He pushed my hair back from my face. “This isn’t just sex for me. If it is for you, I’ll understand, and hell, I’ll count myself lucky, anyway. You’re young, and you should experiment all you want, even if that means having some fun and moving on from me, but?—”
“Flynn,” I interrupted. “Shut up.”
He blinked. “Uh, what?”
“You’re talking nonsense.” I kissed him again, long and deep so he’d understand. “We didn’t go through all this murder confession angst for a hookup. This is real.” I swallowed hard. “Right?”
His eyes softened as he stroked a hand down my back. “For me, it is.”
