by Jaci Burton
He cupped her face. "You ready, Amelia?"
"Yes." Her answer fell from her lips in a breathless whisper, her heart racing as she waited for him to enter her.
And when he did, he shoved into her, her butt cheeks bouncing against the wall.
It was glorious. Wicked and hot and everything she could imagine.
He didn't kiss her, just made eye contact with her as he slowly pumped into her. Her pussy squeezed tight around his cock as he eased in and out of her, teasing her. She felt the stirrings of orgasm, her sex clenching around his shaft.
"I think you like this," he said, leaning in to brush his lips across hers.
"I think you're right. Make me come, Flynn."
He grasped her butt and ground against her clit, burying himself deep. She shuddered, crying out as he quickened the pace and gave her what she needed.
It was a whirlwind of heat, his body moving against hers in a way that made her weak in the knees. She felt the clench of his fingers around her butt cheeks, the sweat of his body as he slid against her, and it was the hottest, most thrilling thing she'd ever experienced. Her pussy clenched around his cock as the first wave of orgasm hit her.
When she came, she grabbed on to his shoulders, needing Flynn to anchor her through the maelstrom of pleasurable sensations that flowed through her. He buried his face in her neck while he shuddered through his own orgasm and she clasped tight to him.
She felt breathless. Exhilarated. Ready to do this all night long. Except now she was hot in this dress and couldn't wait to get it off.
Flynn withdrew and kissed her. "Meet me upstairs. I'll get us some water."
She nodded and made her way up to the bedroom, holding on to the banister as she did. Her legs were still shaking.
But oh, wow, had that been good.
She sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths. Flynn arrived with two glasses and handed one to her. She took several long swallows before setting the glass down on the nightstand.
Flynn looked down at her. "How was up against the wall?"
She smiled at him. "Better than I could have hoped for."
"Good." He pulled her panties out of his pocket. "Now let's get that dress off so I can check out the bra that matches these."
The underwear had been a good call. She didn't think he cared, but she sure felt sexier with them on. Though right now they were off, and Flynn seemed to enjoy twirling the panties around his fingers, which only turned her on more.
He dropped the panties on his dresser and pulled off her boots and socks. Then she stood and turned her back so he could unzip her dress. He kissed her back and shoulders, then slid the dress off of her.
She shivered at the contact of his mouth on her skin. She turned around to face him. He traced his finger over the swell of her breasts, teasing a fingertip along the lacy cup of her bra.
"You need to wear this set more often."
She arched a brow. "So purple is your favorite color, too?"
His lips curved. "On you? Hell yeah."
He bent and licked around her breasts, then reached behind her to unclasp the bra and pull it away. His lips captured one nipple, sucking it between his teeth. She inhaled sharply as the sensation shot straight to her sex, making it tighten and quiver.
She would have thought after two orgasms, she'd be satiated.
Apparently not. Because Flynn's mouth and hands awakened her body in ways that amazed her.
He laid her on the bed, cupping one breast while he licked and sucked the other nipple. A lot of guys paid lip service--and only momentarily--to her breasts and nipples. Flynn made it an art form, plumping and plucking and licking until she writhed against him, silently begging for more.
And he gave her more, his hand snaking down her body to cup her sex and leisurely taking his time to prime her until she was shaking and ready to go off again.
He'd tormented her, taking her to the brink over and over again, only to pull away to cup her hip or play with her ribs. It was maddening. And he was still dressed.
Two could play at this game. She sat up. "Time for your clothes to make a hasty exit. I need you naked."
"I was going to make you come again first."
"Plenty of time for that. Get undressed."
"Yes, ma'am." He hopped off the bed, rid himself of his shirt and pants, then was about to get back on the bed.
"Wait," she said. She grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor, then slid off the bed and onto her knees. She grasped his hard cock in her hands and flicked her tongue over the head.
He looked down at her. "Oh, fuck yeah. Suck it, babe."
She loved hearing the hard, gritty sound of his voice as she took his cock between her lips and drew it into her mouth. Drops of salty fluid spilled over her tongue and she welcomed it, especially when accompanied by Flynn's groans. She wanted to pleasure him, to string him up on a rack of taut pleasure as he'd done for her. She snaked her hand up his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles as she moved her mouth back and forth over the length of his shaft. She swirled her tongue over the head, then engulfed his cock deep into the recesses of her throat.
"Christ, Amelia. That's so fucking good. Take it deep. Take all of it. Make me come."
His words were such a turn-on for her, spurred her on to give him what he needed. She lifted up and cupped his ball sac, giving it gentle squeezes while using her other hand to stroke the base of his shaft while she sucked him.
"Oh, yeah. That's it. I'm going to come."
She wanted nothing more than his pleasure, and his harsh groans as the first spurt of come hit her tongue undid her as much as it did him. Her nipples tingled as he came apart for her. His body shuddered with his release and she held on to him while he spilled into her mouth. She swallowed all he had to give, then licked his shaft as she withdrew.
Flynn was shaking and breathing hard as he lifted her off the pillow and pulled her to a standing position. He slid one hand into her hair and kissed her. She moaned against his lips, her entire body enflamed with need for him.
But she also knew he was going to need a few minutes to recover, so she took a step back. "Drink?"
"Yeah." He downed the contents of his glass of water in a few gulps. "Now I need a refill. I'll be right back."
"Okay."
She grabbed her glass of water and took several swallows, then set it back on the nightstand. She climbed onto the bed, unable to resist sliding her hand between her legs to massage the incessant, throbbing ache that Flynn had built up within her. It felt good to build up that tension again, to feel herself climbing ever closer to orgasm.
"Hey, you started without me."
She looked up to find Flynn standing in the doorway.
She tapped her fingers on her sex. "Maybe. But I won't finish without you."
"Good." He took several long swallows of water from his glass, set it on the table, then climbed on the bed next to her. "Now, where were we?"
"I was needing another orgasm."
"Oh, right." He gently pushed her to lie down, then slid his hand between her legs. "You're wet. Did sucking me turn you on?"
She turned her head to look at him. "Incredibly."
His fingers teased her in ways that made her arch against his hand. "It makes my dick hard when I lick your pussy. You taste amazing, and the way you writhe against my face makes my balls pull up tight. All I can think about then is sliding inside of you."
He tucked a finger inside of her, using his thumb to swirl over her clit. She gasped at the sensations.
"You grip my finger tight, just the same way you clench around my cock when I'm inside of you, Amelia. Can you feel it?"
She was so close. "Yes."
He fucked his finger in and out of her, then used the heel of his hand to rub against her clit. She grabbed hold of his wrist and held his hand right where she wanted it.
"That's it," he said. "You control it. Tell me what you need."
"Right there. Now harder." She los
t herself in the movements of his hand, the way he watched her face. She was locked on his eyes, and when he bent to kiss her, she whimpered against his mouth and went over into orgasm, arching up against his hand. It was pure bliss to fall so deliciously into her climax, giving full control over to Flynn, who mastered her body with every movement of his fingers and hand.
He removed his fingers but still pet her body with light touches, keeping her fully connected to him. She also noticed his rock-hard erection pressing against her hip. It didn't take long before those featherlight touches grew bolder, and he'd brought her around to full arousal once again.
In between panting and moaning, she said, "You're really good at this."
He grinned. "At what?"
"Turning me on."
"Yeah, you do the same to me." He leaned over and grabbed a condom, put it on, then rolled over on his back. "Ride me."
She quivered at the thought of climbing on top of him and being able to slide her hands over his body. She straddled him, easing down over his rigid shaft. He held on to her hips and thrust up as she sat down on him, the contact between them electrifying. She could feel him swelling inside of her and she stilled, content to just . . . feel.
"Good?" he asked.
She made a happy moaning sound. "Incredible. You feel so good inside of me."
She began to move, sliding forward, then back, her clit dragging across him, sending shocks of pleasure to her core. "Oh, so good."
"Lean forward. I need to touch your breasts."
She did, and he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, sending shock waves into her pussy. She tightened around him and stilled, feeling the waves of orgasm threatening.
Oh, no. Not yet. She wanted more of this wickedly delicious feeling to continue. She let her hands roam over his chest, digging her nails into his shoulders as she lifted off of his cock, only to make a slow slide down over him again, repeating the movement and watching his eyes darken in reaction.
His breathing deepened, his nostrils flared, and with every movement of her body against his, she felt more connected to him in ways she'd never thought possible. Yes, it felt good, but when he took her hand and twined his fingers with hers, drawing her lips to his for a kiss, she felt a blast of emotion that nearly blinded her in its intensity.
Forcing herself to keep it physical, she drew back, smiled down at him, then rocked against him.
"What you do to me," he whispered against her mouth, lifting against her to give her exactly what she needed.
She responded with an "Mmmm," lost in sensation, in the quickly spiraling knots of pleasure signaling her orgasm was imminent. And when it hit, she straightened, grinding against him so he was buried deep within her. Flynn groaned and went with her, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust over and over into her, his body shuddering against her.
She was shaking as she fell on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her, the two of them sweat soaked and embracing while they breathed heavily together. She didn't know how long she stayed like that. Long enough that her limbs started to cramp. Only then did she climb off and head into the bathroom. Flynn followed and dragged her into the shower with him for a quick rinse. They dried off and she took a couple of sips of water to quench her thirst, then followed Flynn into bed.
She'd thought about heading home, but she was so tired--she'd had quite a few glasses of wine and more than a few orgasms, and the idea of cuddling up next to Flynn and falling asleep was too damn appealing.
He curled his arm around her and she was asleep in less than a minute.
FIFTEEN
Amelia woke early to find herself alone in bed. She turned on the bedside lamp so she could search out her clothes. She couldn't remember where they'd been flung the night before. Surprisingly, they were all neatly folded on the chair by the bed, her boots sitting next to the chair.
Flynn must have done that. Her heart squeezed at the sweet gesture. She went into the bathroom to wash up and found Flynn's toothpaste on the counter, so she used some of it to finger brush her teeth, then fluffed her hair as best she could, got dressed and went downstairs.
Flynn was in the kitchen and she smelled coffee. She really needed a cup of coffee.
"Hey, you're awake. You want coffee?"
"Desperately."
He poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her. She went to the refrigerator to add some cream, then took a few sips of the eye-jolting brew.
"Oh, yes. Now I'm going to live."
Flynn laughed. "I know the feeling."
She leaned against the counter, and now that her eyes were fully open she checked him out. He wore sweats and a T-shirt, both only adding to the allure of the man's magnificent body. The shirt stretched tight over his massive chest, his tattoos peeking out from the hems of the sleeves. The sweats were low slung yet cupped his ass perfectly.
Not that she was ogling his ass when he turned around to make another cup of coffee. Okay, so she was.
She'd thought one or two or three times with him in bed would have satisfied her and she'd be over the whole need-for-sex thing.
Apparently not, because her nipples tingled and all she could think about right now was stripping off her clothes and taking him back to bed. Or, even better, doing it right here in the kitchen.
She bet he'd be up for it. If she suggested--
The back door opened and Mia stepped in, greeting them with a bright smile. "Hey, good morning, you two. And here I thought I'd be the first one up."
Flynn gave her a look. "Please. You know I'm always the first one up."
"In your dreams." Mia looked over at Amelia. "Morning, Amelia."
"Good morning, Mia. How did you sleep?"
"Like the dead. How about you? Or did you sleep at all?" Mia gave her a knowing look.
"I plead the fifth on that one."
Mia laughed and headed over to the coffeepot. "And I'm not going to press you for details because you're sleeping with my brother and that's way more information than I ever want to know."
"Good idea," Flynn said, kissing the top of Mia's head. "What's on your to-do list today?"
"Heading to Stanford today."
Flynn nodded. "Going through the motions with that?"
"Not really. I do intend to get my PhD at some point. And if they could put together a program I'd be interested in, I might put off the business project for a while. The only problem with the PhD program is the time commitment. It's a full-time gig and while I'd be teaching, it's that many more years before I could work or launch a business. I'm just not sure I'm willing to wait. But I want to do the research into it, so that's partly why I'm here."
"It's good that you're weighing all your options," Amelia said. "That way you can make an informed decision."
Mia nodded. "I agree."
"How do you think Mom and Dad will react if you don't pursue the PhD right away?" Flynn asked.
Mia shrugged. "I think they'll be disappointed at first, but then excited at the prospect of me starting a business. And then terrified at the prospect of me starting my own business." She ended with a laugh.
Flynn took in a deep breath, then let it out. "You're the baby of the family, Mia. We'll all be terrified for you. But at the same time we all have faith in you. And you know I'm going to throw this out again. I'm here for you."
Mia moved in next to Flynn and put her arm around him. "I'm the baby of the family, but not a baby anymore. Trust me. I know what I'm doing and I'm not going into anything blindly."
Amelia watched the interplay between Flynn and Mia, so struck by Flynn's protectiveness over his little sister, while still letting her know how much he believed in her. It gave her these warm feelings she didn't know what to do with.
"I should go," Amelia said.
Flynn frowned. "I was going to make breakfast for all of us before I had to head to practice."
"I have errands to run and bills to pay and I have to do laundry and grocery shopping, all before I have to
go to work tonight."
"Are you sure? It won't take long for me to whip something up."
"Absolutely sure. Spend time with Mia. I'll see you later."
"Okay."
She gathered up her purse.
"I'll see you Sunday at the game, right?" Mia asked.
She'd almost forgotten about that. "Yes. Definitely on Sunday."
"Great." Mia hugged her. "See you then."
Flynn walked her to the door, then, after turning to see where Mia was, walked her outside and shut the front door behind him. He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm glad you stayed last night."
She inhaled his scent, always so masculine. "Me, too. I slept hard. You exhausted me."
His lips curved. "Good."
He tipped her chin and brushed his lips across hers. "I'll talk to you later. Have a good day, Amelia."
She definitely would now. "You, too, Flynn."
He waited on the porch while she got into her car and backed down the driveway. He was still on the porch watching her when she got to the end of his street and turned the corner.
She didn't know how to feel about Flynn. She wanted to keep this light and easy, but there was nothing light and easy about Flynn Cassidy.
SIXTEEN
Flynn didn't get to see his brothers all that often, so it was great when one of them came to San Francisco. Even better when they played against each other in football.
He'd been busy with practices and with Mia this week--plus Amelia, which had been a nice bonus. Now that his brother Grant was in town, he was looking forward to seeing him off the field. Come Sunday, he'd lay Grant flat. Today, they'd have beers together.
They both had practices today, so they made plans to meet up after. Grant wanted to go somewhere where they could kick back, relax and not have to deal with fans. Mia was going to be in Palo Alto today, and Flynn in Santa Clara, which was also near where Grant was having practice, so at least they were all close.
Mia said she was craving pho, so Flynn sent them both directions to Tamarine. Flynn got there first so he went in and got a table in the far corner and ordered an iced tea, then texted Mia and Grant and let them know where he was sitting. Mia arrived shortly after and found him.
"How was practice?" she asked as she slid into a chair next to him.