“Sorry,” I said into his ear. “Am I making it too hard to drive?”
He gave a low chuckle that went straight to my dick. “Hell yes, you are.”
I reluctantly pulled back. “I’ll try to behave.”
Flynn punched the button that released my seat belt. “Nobody said you had to do that.”
He dragged me onto his lap, somehow hitting the lever that reclined his seat at the same time. I sprawled across his chest, aching cock grinding into his lower stomach, face buried in the crook of his neck.
Flynn cupped my ass in two big hands and rocked me against him.
“Oh god.” I sucked in a sharp breath as my dick finally got some of the friction it had been craving. It was rough and dry, making me groan with a mix of pleasure and pain.
I found Flynn’s lips and kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth with zero finesse. I just needed. The pool game had been nothing but foreplay, and I’d reached my limit.
“Need to come,” I gasped against his lips. “Please.”
“Undo your jeans,” Flynn whispered in the dark interior. His eyes gleamed, but I could hardly see his features, even only an inch away from him.
I squirmed to get a hand between us and jerked open my jeans, sighing with relief as the fabric loosened over my erection. A bit more fumbling, and cool air kissed the tip of my dick.
Flynn licked his hand and wrapped it around my cock. The tight, slick grip made pleasure rocket through me. My eyes rolled back. “Fuck.”
My hips bucked, and Flynn grabbed my ass, encouraging me into a thrusting rhythm.
“So sexy,” he murmured.
I grasped his shoulders, hanging on as I fucked his fist, barely aware of anything but the building tension inside me. I chased the breaking point, desperate to shatter, when Flynn’s hand disappeared.
I made an inarticulate sound of utter betrayal.
Flynn laughed softly. “Sorry, arm was in an awkward position. Here.”
He jerked up his shirt and yanked me against his furry belly. “Finish on me, baby.”
My cock rubbed against hot skin that was softer than his hand but just firm enough to give me some resistance. Fuck. Why did that feel so good? Flynn shoved both hands down the back of my jeans, which were barely covering my ass at this point, and rocked me against him faster, harder.
“Kiss me,” I gasped.
His mouth met mine just as I crashed into orgasm, crying out against his parted lips and spurting over his belly. Flynn’s handswere still down my pants, caressing and squeezing as I quivered in his arms.
When I’d recovered enough to speak, I said, “You’re an ass man, huh?”
Flynn laughed and gave me one final squeeze. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Good thing you’re getting my ass when we get back to my dorm room, then.”
Flynn stilled. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
I sat back, feeling his rigid length beneath me. “Seems a little cramped to fuck me in the car. But if you want some relief?—”
“No,” he said quickly. “I’d rather wait and take my time with you.”
I pulled up my jeans and slithered back into my seat. Flynn pulled off his outer shirt and mopped up the mess I’d made.
“I must seem like such a virgin,” I mumbled, embarrassment heating my cheeks now that the urgency to come had passed.
Flynn paused buttoning his flannel. “Huh? Why would you say that?”
