Page 30 of Kissing Flynn

Smiling softly at my reaction, Flynn continues his work, stimulating my clit while he slowly pushes a finger from the other hand deep inside me. A groan rumbles in my chest at the delicious intrusion, and Flynn mimics the sound as he drives the finger even deeper, causing my inner walls to flutter and pulse around it.

“Jesus,” he mutters, pumping the digit slowly. “You’re so fucking perfect, Max.”

I’m writhing as he works me over, the pressure building in my core. Pulling his finger free, he adds a second to it and pushes back in before I can even squeak in protest. The added sense of fullness drives me wild, and I’m chanting his name with each thrust inside me.

But it’s not enough. I need more.

“Please, Flynn,” I beg.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks, his whisper edged with the same desperation I’m feeling.

“Your cock,” I say without pause. “Please.”

His movements stop abruptly as he bites out a curse. I open my eyes to see him staring down at me with regret in his eyes.

“I didn’t bring any condoms with me on this trip,” he says. “I didn’t expect…this.”

Shit. I didn’t either.

“I trust you,” I find myself saying before my mind can fully form the thought. “And I’m on birth control. I have an IUD.”

His blue eyes brighten like they’re lit from within as he asks, “Are you sure? We can always do other things.”

The words don’t match the eager look on his face, and I can tell he wants to drive into me as much as I want him to. I shake my head and roll my hips to drive the fingers still inside me deeper.

“I need you, Flynn. I need you to fuck me. Right now.”

A slow smile spreads across his face as he stares down at me. Pulling his fingers out slowly, he holds my gaze hostage as he drives them between his lips and sucks them clean with a hum of pleasure.

“Mm. Next time,” he says after he pulls them out of his mouth and reaches down to unbutton his jeans.

Holy fuck. Why was that so hot?

The bed bounces as Flynn hops off to stand beside it. He pushes his jeans and boxers down in one motion before stomping his legs to free himself of the garments. He’s back on the bed in a flash, his hips nestled between my thighs as he licks and nips at my breasts. My fingers dive into his hair, tugging him upward until his mouth meets mine in a deep, frenzied kiss.

As his lower half resettles higher between my thighs, the ridge of his cock slides over my swollen clit, making me gasp. Flynn kisses me harder, swallowing the noises that erupt from my throat as he rolls his hips, making his erection glide back and forth against me in a slow, teasing motion.

Unable to take the teasing for another second, I wait for the exact right moment and buck my hips upward, the move lines his cock up with my entrance, so when he pushes forward again, the tip slides in.

Flynn breaks off our kiss as a deep groan rumbles out of him. My inner walls spasm in anticipation as he pushes the tiniest bit deeper and pauses. It’s not enough. I need more.

I need all of him.

“Flynn, please,” falls from my lips on a desperate whimper, and he drops his head to the crook of my neck as he pushes in a little more.

Black spots fill my vision, and I close my eyes to focus on the feeling of him inside me. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve experienced before, his cock stretching me in ways I’ve never been stretched. It feels amazing, but still not enough.

As if he’s read my thoughts, Flynn takes an audible breath, holds it, and slams his hips forward. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I tilt my head back and gasp. Flynn remains perfectly still, giving me whatever time I need to adjust to the invasion. I feel him lift his head, and when I open my eyes, he’s watching me with a soft smile.

“This feels better than every dream I’ve ever had about you, combined.”

I reach up to brush away a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, asking, “You dreamed of me?”

“Every night for the last seven years,” he says, turning his head to press a kiss to my palm.

Seven years. Not five.

He’s saying he dreamed of this for two years before the night everything went to hell, and has dreamed it every night since. He never stopped thinking of me, even when he thought I’d played him to––

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