Chapter 13
FLYNN
I carry her into the bedroom, the one she points to with a leisurely wave of her arm. Seems to be the right one, though with dove grey walls and a huge bed in the centre of a velvet covered wall. The place looks like a hotel room.A hotel room with an unmade bed.
‘I can see you’re a bit of a slob on the quiet.’ I kick the door closed, just in case her brother is about, though we’ve left her jeans on the landing. But I doubt she’d have let me finger fuck her on the stairs if he was. It wasn’t a conscious decision on my part. I saw the mirror and thought,what the fuck? Seemed like a good idea to strip her there and watch her blush deepen, then make her walk naked into her room. An arse like hers should be available to view. Not universally, of course. I’m not a complete fuckwit Neanderthal, but there’s something about her that makes me want to keep her to myself.
Jesus, I hope she’s not going to sleep, I think when she doesn’t answer, but it doesn’t seem so as I lay her down on the bed. Her hair splayed out against the mass of pillows like a halo around her head, her body languid and submissive as she stretches out along the bed. What is it about women and pillows and cushions? The attraction, I mean. Beds and sofas worldwide are infected with the fuckers.
I’m surprised she’d let me carry her at all, intense orgasm or no. Chastity is a rare bird, and I don’t even think she knows it. Keir’s told me what she did for Paisley by taking her in, and how she looks after her brother. How good she is to her employees and her friends, and how she threatened to find a lookalike of Paisley’s ex to use him as a gimp in one of her X-rated movies. Not that, from what I’ve seen, they’re that kind of films. She’s heaps good to her mates—it’s just my balls she wants to bust. But she is a good woman. A strong one, too. I like that she pushes, just the same as I like how she can take the pushback.
‘Are you going to get naked or what?’So much for submissive.Drawing her hands under her head, she crosses her legs at the ankle, the pink painted toes of her right foot pressing against her left.
‘I will if you will,’ I drawl.
As quick as a flash, she sits up and starts pulling the shirt from her shoulders. It gets tangled at her wrists, and she huffs with frustration, pulling it over her head, which leaves her hair looking like a blonde nest. What in the hell do they call that shade, anyway? It isn’t one colour, and I know it isn’t from a bottle, unless she’s in the habit of dying both collarandcuffs. It’s like a riot of summer—flaxen curls mixed in with honey, butterscotch, and gold falling into her face as she leans forward to loosen her bra. Both items are quickly deposited on the floor, my cock harder than ever as she hooks her thumbs into the thin sides of her undies, wiggling them down over her hips. As they reach her ankles, she flicks them from her foot across the room. The woman deserves a round of applause.
‘I win,’ she purrs, leaning back against the pillows again like Mata fucking Hari.
‘No, no, you don’t.’ My words are delivered with a deep, rumbling chuckle. ‘The prize is all mine, duchess.’
‘Flynn Phillips, are you trying to flatter me?’ Something blooms inside me, satisfying and sweet.
‘I’m just calling it as I see it. And what I see is pretty damn fine.’ Understatement of the year right there, even if she’s turned a little pink in pleasure. Fuck me, she’s gorgeous. All milky skin and pink bits.How come it gets better each time, seeing her naked? Six months I waited between the first and second time we fucked. This time around, I could barely wait a week.‘Touch your tits for me, Chastity.’
‘Did you just use my name?’
I feel my smile hitch as I move to the end of the bed. ‘What? Am I supposed to call you something else? You’re not one of those women who like to be demeaned in bed, are you?’ She laughs a low and sultry sound but doesn’t answer, and though something tells this is unlikely, I carry on. ‘I can roll with that. What’s your favourite? Do you like whore or slut? Daddy’s little cum bucket.’ She tries not to laugh but can’t keep a straight face. ‘I think I like Flynn’s fuck doll,’ I say, rubbing a considering hand across my chin. ‘That one has a little something to it. The alliteration, maybe.’
‘Why don’t you give it a go?’ she answers all silken voiced. ‘Try it on for size?’
‘No, thanks. I like my balls where they are. I expect it’d be a bit painful to suddenly find them in my mouth.’
‘Bright boy,’ she answers, her gaze making a slow sweep of my body. ‘Bright man,’ she amends, her eyes suddenly glued to my crotch. ‘Are we going to argue all day, or are you going to fuck me?’
Fuck me, I like this version of Chastity. I mean, I like all the versions of her, including the Chastity who looks at me like she doesn’t quite know whether she wants to hit me or fuck me, but I know which I prefer. A close second is her slapping mewhilefucking me so, you know, I’m not fussy.
‘Depends,’ I answer. ‘Are you gonna touch your tits or not?’ And she does, fuck me blind. ‘That’s right. Pinch those rosy nipples. Make them hard.’ Just like a posh hotel, she has one of those cushioned benches at the foot of her bed. It’s in the way, but I’ll need it in a bit, so I nudge myself between it and the bed, pulling off my boots. Reaching behind me, I grasp my T-shirt and pull it off from the neck.
‘Slowly,’ she murmurs, her eyes dark and avid, her tongue darting out to wet her luscious deep pink lips. ‘It’s too nice a job to rush.’
‘You’re not at work now. I’ll be the one giving directions from here on in.’
‘You’re spoiling all my fun.’
‘You say that, yet you look to be enjoying yourself.’ My eyes travel over every inch of her skin, from where her cherry-ripe nipples peek between pink fingertips to the sweetness glistening between her thighs.All for me,my mind roars.Fucking perfect.‘Has anyone ever told you you’ve got gorgeous tits?’More than a handful. Full and round. I’m gonna bury myself between them,I think as the buckle of my beltclinksin my haste to loosen it.
‘I’m going to guess you weren’t breastfed,’ she murmurs.
‘I’m game if you want to give it a try.’
‘You really are the most...’ Her breath hitches as her words drain away. ‘You aren’t wearing any underwear.’
‘I’m not a fan of laundry day.’ I chuckle at her expression, the mixture of scandal and delight. ‘Reckon you’re a fan of me going commando, tough.’ I slide a condom from the back pocket of my jeans, flicking it onto the bed before they hit the deck, then trail my fingers along my length before giving it a decent tug.
‘Need you so bad.’ My words are rougher even as things become clearer. Chastity likes the sight of my cock in my hand. She seems to like the direction, too. She might run a porn company, and she might spend her days surrounded by sex, but she wants this. Right now, she wantsme.
‘Do you shave or wax, and can I volunteer to help?’
