He fumbled a packet out of his pocket, and then cool, slippery lube coated my hole. It was immediately followed by one slick finger pushing inside, spreading me open.
I could take it. I’d been fingering myself all week. I’d managed to fuck myself with three fingers just last night. But my fingers weren’t as big as his. When Flynn added a second, a simmering burn spread through me. When he tried a third, I squirmed with discomfort.
“Are you okay?” he murmured. “We can stop here.”
“But what about— No. You need?—”
“There are lots of ways to come.” He gently withdrew his fingers, making me hiss and burn. I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Part of me ached to be filled again. The other part of me was relieved the pressure inside had lessened.
My eyes burned with frustrated tears as Flynn rolled me over under him and nuzzled into my throat. “How about you fuck me?”
I blinked. Had I heard that right?
“You mean…”
“Sure, I’m versatile,” he said. “A lot of guys don’t want me to fuck them because of my size. I’m used to it, Bailey.”
“It’s not that,” I said. “I want you to fuck me. I just need more time.”
Flynn laid a hand over my chest. “I know, baby. We’ve got limited time tonight. Any other time, I’d spend hours rimming you until you begged me to pin you down and fuck you, but?—”
“God.” I groaned. “I want that.”
He met my gaze. “It’s up to you, Bailey. Try again, or fuck me?” His lips quirked. “Dealer’s choice.”
I licked my lips. “You really like bottoming?”
“I really like all kinds of sex,” Flynn said. “Especially with you.”
As much as I wanted to insist we try again, my body wasn’t ready. I’d barely tolerated three fingers, and his cock was even bigger.
“Okay, let’s switch it up.” I hesitated. “Are you prepped enough?”
“Let’s just say that you’re not the only one who planned ahead.”
My stomach bottomed out at the idea Flynn had anticipated taking my dick. Even if he’d just been preparing for the possibility I couldn’t take him, it was pretty hot.
“But only if you’ll like that too,” Flynn added. “We could go back to the BJ, or?—”
“Oh, fuck no,” I said, recovering some of my flagging excitement. “Someone’s getting fucked tonight.”
“It’s not a requirement.”
“I know.” I reached around his hips to grab hold of his ass. “You trying to welch on me?”
He laughed. “Welch? Never. You won fair and square tonight. Take your winnings.”
It took a minute for us to get supplies and into position. I slid two fingers into Flynn with such ease that annoyance flashed through me.
“You make this look so easy,” I muttered.
“You’re making it easy,” he said, which soothed my smarting ego.
It bothered me that I couldn’t take Flynn when I wanted, but it was fun to unlock the secrets to his pleasure. He sighed and closed his eyes, rocking his hips forward as I angled my fingers and hit the bundle of nerves inside him.
He groaned, a deep rumble that made my cock leak with need. “Feels good.”
“Yeah?” I added a third finger, pushing more lube inside him.
