Page 120 of All That History
He winked, then swung his leg over me.
Part of me wanted to roll on my side, to taste the urgent erection spearing from his crotch.But I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop there; that restraint, of a sort, was the only way that we’d finally get the coupling I’d long promised him.
I sat up, only for him to pull me into a kiss.Less controlled than the last one, his tongue driving in against mine.
His eyes gleamed, as I yanked his head away with fingers laced in his hair.
“Condom?”
A nod to the side.“Nightstand.”
Lube, too.I tossed him the bottle before I tore the foil open, watched him dig beneath himself with greased fingers.
No protest as I pushed him down onto his back.Or as I pulled his legs up, stripping his underwear all the way off, and then shoving his knees against his chest.
“Spread yourself,” I demanded.
A hand reaching for each cheek, pulling them apart.So that I could see all of Flynn’s most intimate parts in lewd detail; presenting his body, with a confidence and a need that left me breathless and achingly hungry.
Pinning his legs back with one hand, I used the other to guide myself against his hole.Savoring the warmth of him, and the way it only served as an accelerant to my anticipation.
“Come on...”It was a whine, raw desperation.
I sank into him like it was meant to be.
Tight, but welcoming, and enveloping, and so smooth and hot, I thought for one awful, teenage moment that it was too much.Felt too good; that after all that flirting, and teasing, and Flynn’s mouth, I was going to lose it in the very first seconds I was inside him.
I grit my teeth, and thought of monstrous, soggy, stinking things in donated garbage bags, and the orgasm shifted just out of reach.
“Don’t hold back.”Hunger there, and pleading with it.
“Shut up and let me fuck you,” I snapped, and slammed my hips forward.
He writhed beneath me, squirmed as I wrapped myself around the curve of his muscled ass.Relishing the incredible intimacy of it, that sense of being meshed with Flynn’s body.The throb of his erection against me, and the unmistakable sense of him pushing back, goading me on.
No conscious thought behind my hips’ movement, then, no decision-making process at all.Just the inescapable need to rut, to hear him pant, and groan, and beg, as the sweat dripped from my face and onto his contorted body.
He’d watched me fuck before, seen the way my ass moved, the pacing of my strokes.Some distant part of my brain wondering whether Flynn was picturing that now, too; if, as well as the grunting man beneath me, in his mind’s eye he was also sitting in a chair in the corner.Observing my technique, memorizing the sound of flesh smacking flesh.
There was a part of me that wanted to watch it, too.Wanted to be the observer, even as I played a starring role.To take that distance - for all it would be frustrating, the pinch of denial - and use it to stock my memories.Burn the image of our coupling into my brain, and with it save indelibly these feelings which all too quickly were becoming overwhelming.
“Do it,” he hissed, as though my thoughts had been screamed out rather than merely rattling in my skull.
I clung to him, and fucked, and fucked, and fucked.
And then, with a suddenness that felt shocking, I was past the point of no return.Burying myself in him, as deep as I could possibly go and yet even then not quite deep enough.Cock throbbing, muscles close to cramping, as Flynn watched me with hooded eyes brimming with lust.The orgasm like a punch between my legs.
He hissed as I pulled out of him, and then again as I dropped down to lick up his erection.My tongue circling for only as long as my desire could stand it, before I swallowed him eagerly.
Flynn yelped, batting at my head with his hands.His pleading protests losing all semblance of sense.
I needed, in that moment, for him to lose control as completely, as thoroughly as I had.
“Oli!”A warning, though it wasn’t required.His shuddering body enough, and then the splash of him in my mouth while he wriggled and whimpered.
It felt like mercy to finally release him.Flynn’s arm loosening, even as he stayed there in a fetal position.Panting, as I rolled onto my back and listened to the hammering of my heart and the sound of my own tortured breathing.
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