Sunday

by Kaia Bennett

  “Please, Cameron,” she panted preemptively, knowing soon he would force her to say it anyway. “Please, baby, put your mouth on me.”

  He laughed against her hot entrance, smelling the sweet musk of her body’s arousal. He could almost taste her nectar, his mouth watering as he spread her legs wider and did what she requested of him.

  Gia groaned and lurched forward when she felt his mouth kissing her, his teeth nibbling her. He licked and sucked the juice flowing between the pouting lips of her slit, flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth, up and down, opening and diving into the throbbing pink flesh. The wet sounds of him lapping at her sensitive lips and within made her so hot, so open.

  The table was cool against her cheek, hard under her nails. Her nipples scraped against it as she panted frantically for more. He didn’t disappoint her. He left no corner unturned, and she could feel the light scratch of stubble on her inner thighs as he turned his face this way and that, finding every angle possible to lick her greedy pussy.

  Flynn licked long and hard all the way up until his tongue was toying with the tight, puckered caramel star north of her pretty pussy. He heard her murmur of shock, and then her pants of arousal as he caressed this new erogenous zone with his practiced mouth. He then went back to basics, leaning down lower and spreading her lips wider so he could lick hard and rapidly at her sensitive little clit. He sucked it firmly into his mouth and laughed internally when he heard a muffled groan and the clatter of a plate against the table.

  “Ungh yes, oh, oh, ohhh!” she panted, rolling and wagging her hips as he burrowed his tongue within her wet slit and fucked her with sharp pointed strokes.

  He circled it wide within her and then wagged it back and forth; he did everything possible to drive her to the precipice of insanity, pushing her towards the very edge of coming. Then he stopped abruptly. She wailed in desperation when he moved his mouth away, only to scream with longing as he slapped both cheeks of her ass and then kneaded them. She heard the creak of the chair, the snap of elastic and the shuffle of cloth as he removed his underwear. She bit the fleshy skin of her index finger, waiting for him to stand and plunge into her.

  He spread his saliva and her own juices over her pussy with his fingertips and said, “I think you’re ready for something a little bigger than my tongue.”

  Gia felt another rush of her juices flow from her as he tugged her hips until she was off the table and straddling his legs. She felt his lips on her back and hips as he spread his legs, giving her no choice but to follow suit. She felt impossibly open, her pussy lips spread wide as he sat her down on the head of his cock.

  He held her against him, keeping her from sitting fast on him. He rubbed the wide head in firm circles over her opening, slapping and rubbing her clit until she was moaning with desperation. It distracted her from the surprise of him sitting her down on his hard, thick length as he pushed his hips up to meet her.

  She could barely breathe as he buried his cock balls deep into her tight opening, her voice escaping in a sputtering wail as she gripped the edge of the table. Immediately she started lifting and lowering herself. He opened his legs even wider, which left her thighs almost painfully open, and palmed her breasts as she brought her hips down over him. He pulled her closer to him, pressing every crevice of his torso against her back.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Ride me,” Flynn breathed in her ear, licking her neck before sucking air between his gritted teeth. “Ahhh….fuck, yeah. That’s my good girl.”

  His words spurred her into a frenzy of need. She rotated her hips while he brought his up, her slick, tight opening swallowing every delicious inch of him. His hands alternated between tweaking her hard nipples, and grasping her bouncing breasts firmly.

  “You like the way I ride it, don’t you, Cameron?” she purred, leaning back so that she could see him over her shoulder.

  Her dirty words made the fire in his eyes blaze. Her breath hitched when he answered her by growling, and shoving himself harder and faster into her.

  “You want me to show you how much I like it, Gia? Hmm?”

  “Yes,” she breathed desperately. She rolled her hips in wide circles, making sure he felt every tight ridge of her as she squeezed him.

  Flynn had other ideas. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping her breast while the other gripped her hip. He began pumping his hips like a piston into her while she held onto to his arm for dear life. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as she started to come, until she was able to gasp in just enough air to spur him on.

  “Keep going, keep going, keep…go - unngh!” she screamed tilting her head back against him. Her scream stuttered out of her as he continued to jackhammer her pussy.

  Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, wrenching her sanity and her voice from her. She rocked against him, sitting down as much as she could on his throbbing dick until her body finally started to run out of steam. She shivered against him with a final cry and he let loose with one of his own, painting the walls of her womb with his release. His shout was muffled against her shoulder as he bit lightly into the flesh there. His hold on her was almost painful, the planes of hard muscle on his body refusing to give as he crushed her to him.

  Finally, they came down to earth, resting limply against each other.

  “Damn,” he stuttered, shivering in recovery.

  “Yeah,” she breathed, giggling weakly. “Bastard. I’m all hot, but your food’s probably cold.”

  Flynn laughed and pressed the soft contours of her body into him. She reached behind her and curled her fingers in his hair. “That’s what microwaves are for. Besides, this is all your fault.”

  “W-what?!” she exclaimed with a shocked laugh of her own, looking over her shoulder. “You’re the one that couldn’t wait until after we ate.”

  “If you weren’t so fucking sexy I’d have been done eating by now,” he whispered, kissing her neck, and then her cheek before turning her lips to his. His eyes softened as he looked up at her, taking in her face, her eyes, and reveling in the way they captured his breath.

  Her breath caught in her throat as he stroked her face and her eyes stared into his, begging him to never stop looking at her the way he was at that very moment. He moaned at the feel of her lips touching his, at the feel of her grasping his arms so that they would hold her tighter still.

  “I can never get enough of you, Gia,” he whispered. “It’s never enough.” He devoured her lips again, tasting her mouth reverently, letting his body say what even his words couldn’t express strongly enough.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  “I don’t know,” Rosie said as she circled one of the racks in the department store they were shopping in. “He’s just so…”

  “Hot?” Kate offered.

  “No, that’s not the word I was looking for…”

  “Sexy?

  “No—”

  “How about smokin’?”

  “No!” Rosie said, shooting Kate a withering look that made Gia giggle.

  “He’s just… different than what I expected. I mean, he’s almost too cool, too serious. You need a guy with a sense of humor, not one that looks like he might have a criminal record.”

  “Oh, shut up! And trust me; Flynn has a sense of humor. It’s just an acquired taste,” Gia said with a chuckle as she flitted through a rack of clothes restlessly.

  She hated shopping in a group because it always seemed to take forever, but Rosie needed a dress for her boyfriend’s fraternity function, and she and Kate needed a break from studying.

  “Well, I, for one, am a big fan. He’s just so…” Kate gave a mock shiver of pleasure and a giggle. “You done good, Gia.”

  Rosie sneered at Kate and held up a white dress for Gia that made her dark, chocolate skin glow beautifully. Gia nodded her approval before she turned her attention back to Kate.

  “You just like him because he brought that guy Max along,” she said with a grin. “Anybody that brings you pretzels or
men is your new best friend.”

  Gia had suspected dating Flynn so soon off the heels of dumping Luca would be a harsh transition for her friends. Kate had obviously taken it well. Rosie, on the other hand, was taking her nickname “Lil’ Mama” a little too far. She’d insisted on meeting the guy she felt was responsible for breaking up her friends.

  Flynn hadn’t seemed fazed when Gia suggested that they go out in a group before the girls started staking out his apartment just to catch a glimpse of him. He had laughed, agreed, and they had gone out with a mixture of their friends. The one that had caught Kate’s attention was Max, who was nothing short of gorgeous. He had a few inches on Flynn, café au lait skin that was the product of his black mother and Chinese father, and light brown eyes that were always laughing. He was a jokester and an immediate match for her horny friend.

  Kate nodded in agreement at Gia’s comment. “Well, that’s a big fucking part of it. That kid knows how to use his tongue! I’m gonna send your new boyfriend a fruit basket, or something.”

  Gia doubled over laughing, while Rosie stood staring open mouthed at Kate who was wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

  “You didn’t,” Rosie said, knowing full well that Kate did. “You just met the guy last week! Do you even know his last name?”

  “Chen…I think. Like it fucking matters. It’s been almost five months,” Kate raised her hand to emphasize the number, “count ‘em, five months, since I got laid, Rosie dear. I need to jump on it before my shit closes back up.”

  “Oh, Jesus,” Gia said, coming down from her fit of giggles, “can we not talk about your cobwebs?”

  Kate appraised a slinky gold mini dress that set off her tan skin and corn silk blond hair. “I’m sorry, darling, I forgot you don’t know anything about cobwebs, ‘cause you’re getting the royal treatment from Flynn.”

  There was no disputing that fact. Gia suppressed a shiver as a flash of the preliminaries earlier that morning assaulted her senses. She’d been gripping the headboard like a life raft while she straddled and rode his face at his command. Royal treatment indeed.

  “I still don’t know, Gia. I mean isn’t it a bit fast to go from Luca to him? And Luc really misses you, he said so to Mike,” Rosie said, referring to her own boyfriend. “And then there’s the fact that his grandfather has been sick. Things have been really rough for him lately.”

  Gia’s eyes hardened as she lifted a pale pink summer dress. “Yeah, well, things wouldn’t be rough between us if he hadn’t cheated on me.”

  It had already become common knowledge what really happened to cause the breakup between Gia and Luca. After Luca’s outburst, rumor had spread amongst their friends that she cheated on him with Flynn. She wasn’t sure if Luca had helped the gossip circulate or tried to quell it, and she didn’t really care.

  She was so heated at having to set the record straight and defend herself that any feelings of remorse or pain over the past had all but disappeared for her ex. She’d made that perfectly clear when she told him to never, ever call her again.

  “That’s still not a good enough reason to start dating Flynn,” Rosie said. “It wasn’t too long ago you were complaining about what a jerk he was when you were doing that project for Psych.”

  “That’s because I was being overly critical and judgmental. You know, kind of like how you’re being right now.”

  Rosie looked up, a little shocked at the how irritable Gia had suddenly become. “I’m sorry; I wasn’t trying to be a bitch. I just thought I should say something. I’m just trying to look out for you.”

  “I know, Rose, but I’m fine. I like him, and I’m going to stay with him, so just relax. Okay?”

  Rosie turned away with a shrug and said, “Okay, sweetie. If that’s what you want.”

  Rosie’s tone did little to quell her anger. Gia found herself getting ready to say something snide, but Kate beat her to it.

  “Alright kiddies, no more bickering. We have more important things to worry about. Like me, for example. Now,” she said holding up a navy blue strapless dress and the gold mini, “which of these dresses do you think will make Max nut his pants the second he sees me? Hmm?”

  “Oh, fucking hell,” Rosie said shaking her head and laughing as she walked towards the changing rooms.

  Gia smiled but she couldn’t bring herself to laugh out loud just yet. She was still trying to shake off her irritation. Rosie had been passive-aggressively evil to Flynn ever since she’d met him, and now she was trying to guilt trip her into… into what exactly? Dumping him? Going back to Luca? Why was she taking Luca’s side after she knew everything that happened?

  “Don’t worry about her,” Kate said when Rosie was out of earshot.

  Her blue eyes were clear and perceptive as they looked into Gia’s, belying her usually man-eating, over-the-top persona. “You know she doesn’t like anything to change. She just needs time to get used to him.”

  Gia nodded, shaking off the sting of her close friend not agreeing with her choice. She knew how Rosie could be when it came to friends and family; she was a control freak in her own right, always preferring to go the extra mile to protect her loved ones, even if that meant rubbing them the wrong way. Gia was determined not to let her friend’s disapproval of Flynn get to her, though. Flynn, as he had so blatantly stated when she expressed her nervousness, didn’t really give a shit if her friends liked him, because he wasn’t dating them. He only cared that she was comfortable.

  She was comfortable. She was happy. And that was what she was going to remind herself of when doubt started to creep in.

  ***

  “I think if I was going to get one,” Gia mused, “it would be a hummingbird.”

  They were talking about tattoos as they walked across campus. Psych had been cancelled, so with an extra hour and fifteen minutes on their hands they decided to walk around for a bit. It wasn’t their first choice. They were both itching to find the nearest uninhabited space and fuck like bunnies, but Flynn had work soon and Gia needed to catch up on some much neglected coursework during the break before her afternoon classes rolled around.

  They figured staying in plain sight and taking in how gorgeous the day was would ensure that they didn’t go back to the cozy haven that had become Flynn’s apartment. Of course, it wasn’t helping matters that Gia had decided to get an ice cream cone from one of the venders outside the student center. Flynn was walking with his arm slung over her shoulder, watching her mouth intently as her tongue swept across the frozen confection.

  Why weren’t they at his place getting naked again?

  Gia turned to Flynn when he didn’t say anything, looking from his eyes to where her strawberry flavored ice cream cone met her mouth.

  “You sure you don’t want some?” she asked offering it up to him for the second time.

  He shook his head, watching her lick her lips. “Nah, I don’t have a big sweet tooth.”

  She wrinkled her brow, and he could see that she was going to ask why he looked so hungry. And then he would have to explain that his dick was jealous of her ice cream.

  “Why a hummingbird?” he asked before the urge to drag her someplace private became too much.

  She shrugged, and resumed the assault on the ice cream, talking in between licks.

  “My aunt—my dad’s sister—she really loved them. She was my favorite aunt, but she passed away last year from breast cancer,” she said, her voice lowering just a bit.

  She felt him tighten his arm around her and she snuggled into his comforting embrace before she continued.

  “She had honeysuckle in her yard, and when my brothers and I would visit in the summertime, they would always be there flying around. I guess I kind of fell in love with them, too. It would be nice to always have something to remind me of her now that she’s gone.”

  Flynn nodded, wishing for just a moment he was the kind of guy that could say something soothing about her loss.

  But he wasn’t that guy, so instead he s
aid, “I think it would suit you. Why don’t you get it?”

  “Are you kidding me?” Gia squeaked, shaking her head emphatically. “I’m not brave enough for that. I hear they hurt like a bitch. Plus, my dad would kill me,” she said, looking up at him.

  Still curious she asked, “What’s it feel like?”

  He smirked and said, “Like somebody’s poking you with a fucking needle over and over again.” His smirk turned into a full smile when she laughed. “The lining hurts the most, but once you get to the shading it’s just more annoying than anything else. The area kinda goes numb and the endorphins kick in. So, you know, after a while it gets… tolerable.”

  “Tolerable, huh? Thanks, baby, you really sold me on the idea. Gonna go get one right now,” she joked with a shake of her head and a mock shiver.

  It was his turn to laugh and give her a haphazard shrug.

  “When did you get yours, anyway?” Gia asked, after she had gotten over staring at his perfect smile.

  He tilted his head to the side, thinking. “I was seventeen. I got it with Bobby when he got the Chinese characters on his neck.”

  “You're talking about Bobby Gruenberg?”

  When she gave him a confused glance he explained, “Me and Bobby go way back. We went to high school together.”

  “Oh, so that’s how you know him,” she said, recalling how chummy they had been at that party months ago.

  “Yeah, he had a friend that hooked us up with a good deal. She did most of my piercings too.”

  Gia ignored the dull ache between her legs. Those piercings and his tattoo had become nice little libido boosters for her, and she didn’t need to be reminded of that now.

  “How the hell did you get away with getting a tattoo at seventeen? Oh, wait, don’t tell me. Your parents told you not to, but you just did it anyway,” she joked.

  He laughed rather cryptically. “Not quite. They didn’t care one way or the other.”