“The films are shorter. I’ll probably be done in an hour?”
I cleared my throat and widened my eyes.
“Okay, two hours. I’ll want to eat. Films make me hungry. Two hours, bro, then I’m busting in here, and I don’t want to seeanythingthat’ll scar me for life.”
I shoved him toward the door. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“You owe me!” he called as he stepped into the hallway.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll make it up to you when Mandy finally takes the bait.”
He grinned. “Better yet, you’ll play wingman and make me look good to Mandy.”
“Fine, yes, whatever.” I closed the door in his face and turned to Flynn. “Where were we?”
Flynn glanced around the room, taking in the twin beds, the desk piled with notebooks.
“You didn’t have to run him off like that.”
“Yes, I did.” I dropped to my knees in front of him. “You’ve waited long enough.”
Flynn groaned and grabbed a handful of my hair, pressing my face against the bulge in his pants. I mouthed along the shape of his shaft while he rushed to unfasten his jeans and push them down. His boxer briefs went next.
His dick was twice as thick as mine and a good two inches longer. My mouth watered at the scent of male musk. I grabbed hold of his thighs and went to work, bathing the head of his cock with my tongue, then sucking it in, letting it fill my mouth, my throat.
Flynn swore under his breath as his dick hit my throat, pushed in an inch further, and I swallowed convulsively, trying not to gag.
He pulled out. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come. How did you get so much better already?”
I laughed breathlessly. “Determination?”
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. “I’m gonna lose it before I ever get inside you if you keep doing that.”
My insides flipped, and I glanced down at his big cock. My doubt must have shown because Flynn cupped my face in hishands. “If it’s too much, we’ll stop. Or if you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay too.”
“No, I want this,” I said. “Just…not sure of logistics.”
“Leave it to me.”
I nodded. “I trust you.”
He kissed me, soft and tender, then with growing heat. Hands roamed. Clothes were tugged off, buttons undone, jeans fully shed until we stood naked together.
Flynn turned me gently so his chest was to my back, his cock jabbing the small of my back.
“Get on the bed,” he murmured. “Hands and knees.”
I took a shaky breath and complied, heart beating fast and hard. My body was tense, and as much as I tried to relax, nerves wound me tight.
Flynn didn’t press in against me right away. I glanced over my shoulder to see him go to his knees beside the bed. He grabbed my hips and dragged me closer to the edge. He smiled wickedly, then pulled my cheeks apart and looked at my asshole.
Heat flashed through me, part arousal, part embarrassment.
Flynn leaned in and ran his tongue over sensitive skin, making nerves flare. I jerked in surprise. “Fuck, Flynn, what the?—”
His tongue flickered around my rim, wet and tantalizing, and a high-pitched whimpering sound I didn’t even recognize tore out of me. I spread my legs wider, desperate for more. Flynn made a meal of me, licking and teasing, softening me, then pressing his tongue inside, until I burned for more.
I panted and writhed, shoving my ass back toward his face. “Flynn, please.”
