After a soul-crushing orgasm, just from his tongue, he gently pushes me back onto the bed. Lifting to rest on my elbows, I watch as he once again devours my pussy, just like he said he would at dinner tonight. Dropping to the mattress, I lose myself as my second orgasm of the night begins to build. This man is a freakin’ god with his tongue. He builds me up and just when I think I’m going to crash over the edge, he pulls back and nuzzles my thigh, teasing me. Taunting me before diving back in again.
I can’t take it anymore.
I need to come.
Gripping his head, I pull so he looks up at me. “If you don’t let me come, I—” I don’t get to finish that sentence because he thrusts two fingers inside of me, twisting them to hit that pleasure spot. My head drops back to the mattress. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out while simultaneously rubbing my clit. I’ve never felt pleasure like this before. My body is buzzing. Thrumming with desire. He reaches up with his other hand and pinches my nipple. That action sets off a chain reaction of explosions. The most intense orgasm of my life detonates and explodes with such force that my body lifts off the mattress; I tremble from head to toe. My skin burns with desire. Falling back to the bed, I scream and moan as the pleasure continues to ripple through my body.
With one last kiss to my clit, my body comes back to Earth. I’m erratically breathing, like I’ve run a marathon. “Fuck me,” I pant, trying to catch my breath and my body returns to normal.
“With pleasure,” Flynn says as he stands up.
He removes his shirt, pulling it over his head in that sexy way guys do by grabbing the neck and lifting. He stands above me at the end of his bed, gloriously naked. His cock standing to attention and weeping. Spreading my legs, I lift my hand and with my finger I beckon him forward. He rests his knee on the end of the mattress and gazes down at me. “You look beautiful lying in my bed, but you know what will look even more stunning?”
“What’s that?” I asks.
“Me fucking you on my bed.”
“Well,” I pause for effect. “What are you waiting for?” I boldly reply, as I slide my hand down my body and flick my clit. My body shudders at the sensation but it stops when Flynn rests his hand on mine.
“Ah uhh,” he scoffs, “that’s my job.” He grabs a condom, sheaths his cock, and lowers himself between my legs. He lines his cock up with my entrance and with his eyes locked on mine, ever so slowly, he slides in. This intrusion is wonderful. Closing my eyes, I moan and enjoy the feeling of him filling me up. “Eyes on me, beautiful,” he growls, as he begins to thrust his hips back and forth. Opening my eyes, I stare up at him. His muscles tense and flex as he thrusts in and out.
“Kiss me,” I order.
He lowers himself down and kisses me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I cross my ankles and the heels of my shoes dig into his ass. This is better than I imagined, I think to myself as our movements become frenzied. Our kisses hungry. Our teeth bumping as we thrust back and forth. My fingers dig into his shoulder blades, and I scream into our kiss as my orgasm appears out of nowhere and envelops me. My body quivers and as the remnants of orgasm number two, no three. Hell—I don’t know—subsides, Flynn follows and he comes for the second time this evening.
Rolling off me, we stare at the ceiling. Both breathing heavily. “That was…”
I interrupt him, “Wow. Unfucking believable. Fantabulous. Out of this world amazing. Wow.”
“You already said wow.”
“It deserved two.”
Rolling to my side, I rest my head in my palm and gaze at the man beside me. “Thank you,” I murmur.
Rolling to face me, he rests his head in his palm like I am and smiles at me. “Why are you thanking me?”
“For tonight. I was hesitant to come on this date. I didn’t want the amazingness of our first night to be replaced by an awkward dinner but…” I drift off, not sure if I want to voice this out loud.
“But what?” he questions.
“But I had nothing to worry about. From the moment I stepped out of the elevator, I was at ease. Being around you is easy. It’s fun. You make me do things that I never do. You bring me to life in a different way. Hell, our first night together ticked off several of the ‘never done before’ boxes. I feel alive for the first time ever and I have you to thank for that.”
“You are welcome and I agree. When I’m with you, everything seems easy. The world seems brighter. I’m so lucky to have met you, Avery Evans.”
“I agree, Flynn Kelly. Thank you for bringing me to life.”
“Thank you for letting me bring you to life.”
We stare at one another, the air around us begins to crackle with desire once again. Leaning forward, I place my lips against his and before I know it, I’m riding him cowgirl style and another orgasm is crashing over me. After two or three more orgasms, hell I lost count after two, I blissfully fall asleep, naked and wrapped in Flynn’s arms.
17
Flynn
Stirring awake, my heart stops and then skips a beat when I realize Avery is still here. With a smile on my face, I keep my eyes closed and snuggle into her, pulling her into my chest…like I wanted to the other week. I’ve never been a snuggler before, but Avery’s lil’ spoon fits to my big spoon perfectly. With Avery firmly in my arms, I drift back to sleep and am pleasantly woken, a few hours later, with Avery’s lips wrapped around my cock.
Opening my eyes, I look down and see her gorgeous hazel eyes locked on mine. She winks at me and proceeds to give me the best morning blow job of my life. Sooner than I would like to admit, I come with a guttural groan, spilling my seed down her throat. My cock pops out of her mouth; she wipes the corner of her lips, and seductively slips her finger into her mouth. “Morning,” she whispers, as she slides in next to me. Draping her arm across my abs and tangling her legs with mine.
“Morning,” I reply, brushing a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Sleep well?”
“Like the dead. You?”
“Best night sleep of my life AND the best way to wake up. On our next sleepover, I would like to book a wake-up call like that.”
“Duly noted.” She leans up and presses her lips to mine. The moment is broken when a loud rumble comes from Avery.
“Hungry?” I ask, just as my stomach makes its own loud grumble.
“Seems we are both hungry…for food.”
“Amongst other things,” I say with a wink.
Rolling her to her back, I press her into the mattress and I slam my mouth over hers. Kissing the life out of her before fucking her. After a few more orgasms, we finally crawl out of bed and make it to the shower. There we add another few orgasms to the tally before finally washing each other. Stepping out we dry off, and I hand Avery a shirt of mine. She slips it over her head and I gaze at her. “I like you wearing my shirt.”
“I like wearing your shirt.”
Pulling on a pair of sweats, I step to her and wrap my arms around her waist. “I especially like the no panties option.” Sliding my hand under the hem of the shirt, I grip her taut ass in my palm and squeeze.
“Well, if someone hadn’t shredded mine, I’d have underwear to wear.”