“Never,” Flynn said. “Get to work on those nipples. I want to see.”
I groaned and lifted both hands to tweak and pull, feeling dirty and naughty and so fucking turned-on I couldn’t think straight.
I had set up this call to enjoy Flynn’s body, but now the phone was just far enough from me that I couldn’t really see what he was doing. Meanwhile, I was putting on an erotic show for him. How did this happen?
“Spread your legs,” Flynn growled. “Wanna see more.”
“Don’t touch yourself,” I told him, panting as I widened my thighs and exposed every inch of myself to him. “I can’t even see you from this angle, and I want to watch you come.”
“That’s going to be very hard,” he said in a low voice. “You’re making me so goddamned hot.”
“Please, Flynn,” I murmured, body trembling from a combination of desire and adrenaline. I hardly felt the chill of the room anymore.
“Okay, fine. I’m restraining myself, but that means you better work fast. Get yourself off while I watch.”
“Ah, god. This feels weird.”
“Do you want to stop?” His voice filled with concern. “We don’t have to?—”
“No, fuck, because you have to give me a show, too.” I sucked a couple of fingers into my mouth, relishing the groan that slipped from Flynn, then lowered them to trace through my crack. I pressed at my hole, heart thumping, and slowly pushed them inside.
I’d been practicing ever since Flynn had fingered me, wanting to work my way closer to being able to take his dick.
“Fuck, Bailey, that’s so hot,” Flynn rumbled as I filled myself with two fingers on my right hand. I had to curl up, flexing my abs, to hold the position, but slowly, I withdrew them, then pushed them even deeper.
With my free hand, I grasped my dick and started stroking.
Flynn kept up a stream of appreciative comments. He told me I was sexy. He told me what he’d do to me if he were there. His low, deep voice washed over me, heightening my pleasure, winding me tighter and tighter.
“Wish I could fuck you over a car,” Flynn said. “I’m not gonna be able to work tomorrow. Gonna be picturing you naked on every car I work on. Fuck, Bails, you’re ruining me.”
I gasped as my balls drew up. My climax hit hard, and I shot over my stomach. A strangled cry ripped from my throat as pleasure raced through me like it’d just gotten a boost from a nitrous oxide injector.
“I can’t wait,” Flynn said, sounding urgent. “That was too hot.”
I pushed off the car, staggering as my legs nearly gave, and grabbed the phone up to watch him stroke his dick, eyes closed, jaw clenched.
“Fuck fuck fuck.”
His furry stomach tensed and released as he got close, his thighs trembled, and then that monster cock was pulsing over his fist. His shout was guttural, almost animalistic, and my dick twitched.
Fuck, but that man was hot. I missed his hands on me, missed him tossing me around, showing off his strength, but I’d never gotten such a clear look at his O-face before.
His face started out tense, twisted in what almost looked like pain or rage, but as the pleasure washed through him, his expression softened and relaxed. Sweet, almost, despite his rough edges.
“Fuck, that was good,” he said with a sigh, his eyelids heavy. “I’ll sleep good tonight.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I wish I could have done this in bed. Now I’ve got to go back to the dorms all sticky.”
He grimaced. “Less fun.”
“But worth it,” I said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Especially if you get hard every time you go to work,” I teased.
He groaned and gave an embarrassed laugh. “It’s not a lie. You’re seriously tapping into my fantasies tonight.”
