Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I wanted to cry but instead I put on my best mask and laughed. “We both know what will happen if you put even a finger on me.” I snatched my pants from Flynn’s hand and added, “Besides, my ass is so raw, the only things I might let you put anywhere near it are ice packs and a whole lot of lotion.”
Flynn snickered but kept his hands off me as I quickly got dressed. It wasn’t until I’d dropped the sleeping bag altogether that he pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently. “What would you say if we gave your ass a rest and put mine to work?”
The seductive tone of his voice had me shivering all over, but in a good way. His suggestion had all my blood running south. I’d never actually fucked a guy. I’d never really considered it. I was a twink. I was the guy that butch guys wanted to stick their dicks into so they could either pretend they were fucking a woman or feel more macho by being the big guy in control of the little guy.
“I… um… yeah, um… yeah,” I blabbered.
Flynn kissed me on the nose. “We can talk about it on the ride home,” he offered with an evil smile. The bastard knew what kind of physical state his words had put me in and now he wanted me to get on a horse while I was sporting a massive hard-on.
Not.
Gonna.
Happen.
I grabbed Flynn by the back of his neck and pulled him down for a deep, needy kiss. It wasn’t long before he was kissing me back. I dropped my hand to his pants and sure enough, he was in no shape to ride a horse either.
“I think we need to go for a different kind of ride before we get on your horse,” I suggested. I began tearing at my clothes.
“I thought your ass—”
“My ass is fine, you dick. Now shut up and help me strip.”
Flynn chuckled and said, “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me,” I growled as I yanked the last of my clothes off. I fumbled with Flynn’s jeans to get them open. His heavy cock bounced against his abdomen the second I pushed the denim down a little. “Lie down,” I demanded. “On your back.”
“I should at least get the sleeping bag—”
“We don’t need it,” I said as I searched out the lube. I slathered a generous amount on my hole and fingered myself so I could work some of the lube into my body. Flynn had conveniently lost the ability to speak. As soon as I finished prepping myself, I dropped to my knees so I was straddling Flynn. His dick pressed against my ass, but I wasn’t in the mood for playing around. I might have been a raging inferno inside, but the cool breeze that caressed my body won out. I lifted my body enough to cover his dick with lube. Flynn put his hands on my waist to support me.
I didn’t bother kissing him or tossing around dirty talk. We were both too far gone for that. I could imagine the sight we made—Flynn flat on his back and completely dressed and me, naked as the day I was born, guiding the tip of his dick until it was nudged up against my entrance. I kept my hand on Flynn’s cock so I could guide it into my body. His entry hurt, but I didn’t care. I was more interested in what would come after he was inside of me.
“Fuck,” Flynn growled as I lowered my body. I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the ground. I locked eyes with Flynn and held them as I lowered my body the rest of the way down until he was almost fully inside of me.
“Leave them there,” I ordered when I released his hands.
Flynn complied, leaving me to use my own hands to brace my body so I could lean back and take the rest of his dick. I wasn’t sure who groaned louder when my ass cheeks met the wiry hair at the back of his cock.
Despite having fucked like bunnies since the night we’d been fully together for the first time, we’d yet to experience this position. I loved feeling him throbbing inside of me but helpless to do anything about it. I was in complete control. Under different circumstances, I would have teased him the way he’d edged me. But between my need for release and the seed of worry that I’d planted about not having a future with Flynn, I wasn’t truly in control.
My heart was.
My mind was.
I needed every second with him that I could get. Sadly, this time around, there weren’t going to be a lot of seconds. I forced all the random thoughts and fears away and concentrated on getting the pleasure I desperately craved. I rode Flynn hard and fast. True to his word, he left his hands where I’d told him to, but when he began thrusting his hips up to meet my downward motions, I was actually glad. I braced my hands behind me so they were on Flynn’s legs. The position made it so I could take him even deeper inside of me. I rotated, pumped and ground my hips against his until I could feel my orgasm just within my grasp. That was when I moved my hands and rested them on Flynn’s chest. The position and the right angle of my hips meant he was hitting my prostate with each thrust. At some point, his big hands had moved to my ass, but I didn’t care. Between him holding me and me gyrating against him, I was getting closer and closer to what I needed.