Page 68 of Coming Up Roses
Flynn resumes his place on the couch, his jeans still halfway down his thighs, cock still hard and standing proud.
I lick my lips. God, I want to taste him.
“I guess you better get on your knees then,” he says and my gaze darts from his cock to his eyes. The sweet uncertainty is gone. I know he’s faking the confidence, but it doesn’t stop it being the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. He reaches out and grabs my ass, squeezing tight. “Now,” he says and without hesitation, I obey.
I kneel between his thighs and take his dick in my hand, wrapping my palm around it.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
I hold eye contact as I lean forward and flick my tongue over the tip, tasting him.
“This is not going to last long. I’m sorry,” he says.
“I’ll take it as a compliment.” I flick my tongue over his head again, then suck it into my mouth.
He grunts again, his hips twitching forward, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. “Sorry.”
I shake my head as much as I can without releasing him, letting the heavy weight of his shaft slide over my tongue. I don’t go too hard, not wanting to overwhelm him too soon. There’s plenty of time for that. So I alternate long, languid licks with sliding my lips over his dick, enjoying the pleasant stretch.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he grunts as I take him deep and his hips thrust up again.
This time I do release him. “You don’t need to hold back,” I say, then take his length in my mouth again.
This time when his hips push forward, he doesn’t stop himself and the moan he lets out is worth it. He thrusts again, and again, never going too far, like I knew he wouldn’t. Because he’s Flynn.
“I’m going to …” he trails off and the hand that’s buried in my hair tugs, trying to pull me off him. I don’t let him and a moment later his body tenses as warmth fills my mouth. He shudders as I draw him through his orgasm and when he’s done, I slowly release his dick.
I climb into his lap, pressing our bare skin together and wrapping my arms around him. His hands rest against my back, large, warm and solid.
“Who looks wrecked now?” I whisper as I drop a line of kisses along his jaw.
“Both of us,” he mumbles, still a little dazed and I laugh. “I’m ruined,” he adds.
“Need some sleep?”
He nuzzles against my neck. “Mmm. You mentioned a bed earlier?”
“Yeah, I have multiple.”
“It’s okay. We only need one.”
36
FLYNN
I stretch and roll over,snuggling into the warmth at my side.
“Morning,” Abi whispers into my shoulder, brushing a kiss against my skin.
“Morning,” I mumble in reply. “Did you sleep well?”
“Sure did. You?” She curls into my side, tucking her head under my chin and tangling our legs together.
Fuck, I could get used to this. It’s probably the wrong thing to think the morning after hooking up with your friend-slash-colleague.
But right now, I don’t care, because I’m still riding the high from last night. I thought quick and dirty hand jobs against a wall was hot but last night … that was something else. The images of Abi laid out for me, of her kneeling in front of me taking me in her mouth, they’re never fading. They’re going to be burned into my brain forever.
After the incredible sex and we returned to our senses, Inoticed the goosebumps covering Abi’s bare skin and made her take me to bed.
