“More,” I beg, gripping his hair. He adds more pressure, repeatedly dragging his tongue back and forth over the swollen flesh. I try to move my hips, and his arms band down on my thighs. Parting my lips with his thumbs, he drags his tongue along my slit until he dips inside my entrance with a satisfied grunt.
“Fuck me, please,” I call out, tugging on his hair. As much as I love his mouth on me, it seems like I’ve been waiting forever to have him. He hooks two fingers inside me, curling and pumping them. “Oh,” I gasp. It might not be his big cock, but it feels incredible, especially when his tongue lashes my clit at the same time. With every pump of his fingers and flick of his tongue, my orgasm creeps closer. My legs start to tremble uncontrollably and I know I’m already gone. Back bowing off the bed, my release hits me like a pleasure-filled bolt of lightning, leaving me limp and whimpering.
“Jesus Christ. Making you come was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“You can do whatever you want with me as long as I don’t have to move. I don’t think I’m capable of anything right now.”
He stands and shoves his boxer briefs to the floor. His thick cock leads as he climbs on the bed and settles between my legs. Wrapping his arms around me, he knee walks us farther up the bed, which I find to be another turn on I never knew I had. Being with Flynn is a little like being a virgin all over again. Everything feels new and exciting to me.
He claims my mouth in a scorching kiss, reviving my depleted energy in no time with his talented lips and tongue. I taste myself and I don’t even care. In fact, I like the reminder of where he just had his face buried.
His cock is like a burning hot brand nestled between the lips of my pussy, the tip resting on my mound. He slides the steel-like length back and forth before I feel the head prodding my entrance. My arms clutching him tighter, I wrap my legs around his hips, anticipation humming through every inch of my body.
He pushes inside of me, inch by agonizing inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. Oh my God. The feeling is indescribable. I don’t know what’s more surprising for me, the ecstasy his cock brings to my pussy or the overwhelming emotion filling my chest. I can pretend this is just sex, but my body and heart are telling me differently.
A throaty groan breaks free of his clenched teeth. Drawing his hips back, he moves slowly, thrusting into me once more. “You… feel... incredible.” His staggered whisper is rough sounding, like he’s struggling for control. Digging my heels into his ass, I encourage him to move faster.
Catching hold of my arms, he draws them from his neck, raising them above my head and slotting our fingers together. He lowers his chest and captures my lips in a brief but searing kiss.
Staring down into my eyes, he rocks into me over and over again. Each stroke grinds against my already sensitive clit in a way I’ve never experienced before. This feels like we’re making love instead of just scratching an itch that’s been growing between us. I can see the truth of what we’re doing in his eyes, as he can see in mine.
Dotting kisses along my neck and behind my ear, he whispers a combination of sweet and dirty things to me—words I never expected to hear him say. I’m overcome with emotion. I’m overcome with the ease in which he draws pleasure from my body. I’m overcome with how right this feels. I’m overcome with... Flynn. He’s all that I imagined and so much more.
Releasing my hands, he holds my neck with his thumb centered on the front. It’s unexpected and undeniably hot. Caressing from my hip to my breast with his other hand, he slides it up to grip the top of my shoulder. Each time his hips move forward, he pulls me down onto his cock. Faster and faster the tempo of his thrusting increases, and another orgasm rips from my body. Tearing through me, it’s exquisite and tortuous at the same time, and I cry out his name.
“Oh fuck,” Flynn rasps, his grip tightening on my throat. He slams smoothly into me a few more times before the motion becomes erratic. His hips jerk as his orgasm hits and the tendons in the side of his neck strain as he clenches his teeth together. His cock pulses out every bit of his release inside of me and he croaks, “Nadia.” Making my heart flutter.
He presses his sweat-dampened forehead to mine as he slips from my body. We hold still until both of us are breathing at a normal pace.
Flynn rolls to the side, pulling me into his arms with my face against his chest. His heartbeat is strong beneath my ear, and I imagine it’s repeatedly drumming Na-di-a, Na-di-a, Na-di-a. I know that’s an over-the-top thing to be thinking, but this is not an ordinary situation for me. And I dare say it’s different for Flynn too.
He caresses a hand over my hair and releases a satisfied sigh. “That was incredible.”
“I agree.”
“And to think all I had to do to get you to finally agree with me about something was rock your world,” he jokes.
“You did more than rock it. I think you obliterated it.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure your vagina is imprinted on my soul now,” he says, and I laugh. “You think I’m joking? That was unreal.”
I’m elated by his confession. If I’m going to officially suffer from Flynn vag, at least I know he’ll be dealing with his own issue related to me.
“So, does this mean you’re my girlfriend for real now?” He grins.
I shrug. “Well, seeing how we’re naked and we swapped bodily fluids, I guess we can make it official.”
He laughs and presses a tender kiss on my lips. “Be patient with me, Nadia. I’ve never been a boyfriend before.”
“You’ve done a great job being a fake boyfriend. How much harder can it be to be a real one?” I say.
“You’ve now reached cougar status,” he points out, chuckling.
“Eww, don’t say that. I don’t want to be reminded I’m dating someone too young for me.”
“Did I feel too young?” he asks.
“You felt perfect,” I admit.
He grins proudly. “Then who cares what our ages are?”
“I know I shouldn’t, but I think other people will take issue with it.”
“So what? If that’s the worst thing they can say about me, then we’re doing great.”
I nod, but I’m not convinced he’s right.
“You don’t agree?” he asks.
“I’m not sure. It might take some convincing to get me to agree.”
He doesn’t catch on to what I’m saying at first, but when he does, his eyes light up. “So you want another ride on the Flynn stick?”
“Oh my God, don’t call it that or I’ll never want it again.”
He laughs, rolling me to my back. “I’m pretty sure I can make you call it that.”
“Please don--”
He swallows my protest with his lips.
19
Flynn
My phone vibrates in my pocket. Tugging it free, I find a message from Nadia and smile.
Nadia: Great game. Congratulations.
I’m relieved she had time to watch. I wasn’t sure she’d be able to pull herself away from work without me there to force her to take a break.
I type out a reply.
Me: Thank you. How’d you like those two touchdowns I scored?
Nadia: They were awesome. You guys had a great game.
Me: I know there’s no I in team, but you’re my girlfriend. I can want your approval. You know I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
Nadia: You played amazing. You looked strong and sexy.
Me: That’s my girl.
Nadia: Damn right, I’m your girl.
I chuckle at her reply, but the words actually make me feel proud.
Me: What’s for dinner?
Nadia: It’s a surprise.
Me: I’ll text when we land.
Nadia: Sounds good. Safe travels.
Smiling, I climb the stairs to the Pirates’ private plane. I move down the aisle until I come to Darren. Storing my bag in the overhead compartment, I sit down in the seat next to his. Thi
s plane was specifically designed for oversized football players with extra wide seats and plenty of legroom.
“What a game, huh?” Darren says.
“We destroyed them. That felt amazing.” I stretch my legs out straight in front of me.
“Are you up for hitting a bar when we get home?”
“Nah. I’m going straight to Nadia’s. She’s making me a late dinner.”
Darren clicks his tongue against his teeth. “You lucky bastard. How did you ever manage to get her to fall for you?”
“I’ve got it like that,” I joke.
“Bullshit.”
“Dude, I have no idea. I’ve never believed in all that zodiac and astrology shit, but maybe my moon is in the right sun or the stars are in the right galaxy for me.”
“I think it has more to do with dumb luck,” Darren says.
“You’re probably right, but I’ve never been one to believe in luck either. Whatever the reason is, I’m grateful. She’s amazing, and I feel like a new man since we’ve been together.”
“Have you hit that yet?” he asks.
“D, don’t ask me that.”
Darren stares at me, the whites of his eyes exposed. “Oh fuck. You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”
His question throws me. Am I in love with Nadia? Every minute we spend together is better than the last. Making love to her was the most incredible sexual experience I’ve had, but what I feel for her goes beyond the physical. I could live without having sex with her if I had to, but I can’t imagine not having her as the special person in my life. Jesus. I guess I am in love with her.
Darren slaps my arm to get my attention. “Did you just have a conversation with yourself? I swear I could see about twenty different emotions flash across your face.”
“Yeah.” I nod.
“Yeah, you had a conversation or yeah, you love her?”
“Both.” I swipe my forearm across my forehead, panicking. “What the fuck am I going to do?”
“Why are you losing your shit? Isn’t that what you wanted when you started dating her?”
“I didn’t really think about it,” I confess. I can’t tell him the truth about how we came to be a couple.
“Typical Flynn move. Why think about anything ahead of time?”
“Darren, shut up. I don’t need to be kicked right now. I’m trying to come to grips with the fact that I’m in love with the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
“How is that a bad thing? You just said she’s amazing. At least you’re not in love with a woman who’s horrible.”
“I know, but what if she doesn’t feel the same?”
“There’s only one way to know that, Flynn. You have to confess how you feel about her.”
“What if she doesn’t say it back? I’ll be devastated. I’m not sure I can take that kind of rejection.”
“Look, you can’t go through your entire life not caring about a woman because it makes you vulnerable and you fear rejection.”
“You’re one to talk,” I toss back. “You’re not much different than me. You just go about fucking around more quietly.”
“Just because I don’t put my love interests out there, doesn’t mean I don’t care about anyone.”
“Who is she then?” I prod.
“It doesn’t matter, because nothing will ever happen with the woman I want.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Look, I’m not ready to have this conversation with you. Right now, we’re dealing with your problems. You need to get over your childhood bullshit, bro. We all have some to deal with.”
I scowl at him. “You’d make a shitty-ass therapist, but I get what you’re saying.”
“Then suck up the hurts from the past and get on with your life with Nadia. You deserve to have a woman to love and a family to call your own.”
“Thanks, man.” I hold my hand up and he slaps his into mine, his grip strong.
“We’re getting too old to dick around.”
“So get off your ass and go after the woman you were talking about,” I say.
“I wish it were that easy. I’m not sure there’s a future in the cards for us.”
“Don’t lose hope. If I can find a woman to love, anyone can.”
Darren drags in a deep breath before exhaling and mumbles, “Loving her has never been the problem.”
Leaving him alone with his thoughts, I try to plan out how I’m going to have a heart to heart talk with Nadia. I bounce back and forth between just spitting the words out without preamble or keeping my feelings close to the vest for now. When the plane lands back in South Carolina, I still don’t have an answer for what the best plan of action is.
* * *
Nadia greets me at the door, jumping into my arms, and I kick the door closed behind me. She wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. “I missed you,” she whispers, joining her mouth to mine before I can reply.
Spinning around, I press her back to the door and devour her mouth like a starved man. It’s only been a little more than forty-eight hours since I’ve seen her, but it feels like much longer.
Pulling back from her lips, I smile down into her upturned face. “I missed you more.”
“Don’t be so sure about that. I slept until noon today. If that doesn’t say how out of sorts I was without you, I don’t know what does.”
“You must’ve needed the rest,” I say, tapping her on the nose with my fingertip. “I don’t think you’ll be getting much sleep tonight, so consider sleeping in this morning as preparation for what’s to come.”
“Don’t you mean who’s to come?” she jokes.
“Something smells delicious, but it’s going to have to wait.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Her eyes sparkle with desire.”
Hands braced under her ass, I carry her to the island and carefully set her down. Placing a hand in the center of her chest, I gently push, urging her to lie down across the marble slab. Once she’s flat on her back, I grip the waistband of her black yoga pants and peel them down her long legs. My words halt in my throat and my thoughts are a jumbled mess all because she’s not wearing any panties.
Dragging one of the barstools in front of her, I settle on the metal surface. Placing a hand on each of her inner thighs, I shove them apart before leaning forward. “I’ve been starved for a taste of your pussy. I’m gonna bury my face between your legs and never want to come up for air.” I swipe my tongue from the back of her slit all the way up to circle her clit.
“Oh God,” she croaks, clutching my head.
“I’m just getting started.” Sinking two fingers inside her, I hook them and rub the spot that’ll make her legs shake. At the same time, I focus my mouth on her bundle of nerves, flicking my tongue against the swollen flesh until she’s mindlessly thrusting her hips. “You taste incredible,” I mutter against her smooth mound before my lips draw her clit inside my mouth. Sucking on her nub, I flutter my tongue and pulse my fingers inside her at the same time.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her tone almost frantic.
“Let go, baby,” I urge, knowing she’s so close to coming.
I keep driving her higher until she tips over the edge of her release. I revel in the taste of her juices on my tongue and the feeling of her wet pussy clenching my fingers. She quivers beneath me and I wait until she’s still to draw my fingers from her. Raising them to my mouth, I suck them clean.
“Oh Jesus, Flynn. That was incredible.”
“I told you I missed you.” I lean down, placing my chin between her tits.
“I missed you more than I realized I would,” she confesses.
“I know the feeling. I realized something when I was on the plane ride home.”
“What’s that?” she asks.
“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you this, because I don’t want to freak you out. But I’m not really the kind of person to hold things inside and not share them. Which has worked to my own detriment
in the past, but I’m hoping things will be different with you.”
“Making me wait isn’t exactly soothing. Tell me.”
I grin at her impatience. “I realized I…” I hesitate and doubt assails me. Negative thoughts rush into my head. It’s too soon to tell her. She’ll never believe it’s real if I say it this early in our relationship. Especially with my past and the lack of a relationship.
“Flynn, are you okay?” she asks, looking concerned.
“Yeah. I’m great.” I smile to reassure her. “I want to tell you that I’m falling for you. I know it’s soon, but we’ve known each other for a long time. I think that helped move things along faster than normal. But being away from you was tough and—”
“Flynn, for God’s sake, shut up,” she cuts me off. “I’m falling for you too.”
“Really?” I ask, afraid to believe what I’ve heard.
She nods. “Completely. Now that we got the hard part out of the way, do you want to eat?”
I rock my hips downward, grinding my cock into her. “Seems like there’s some hard stuff we still need to take care of.”
She flips me to my back on the cold countertop and climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. “Let me give you a proper welcome home.”
“If this is the way you’re going to welcome me back every time I have an away game, I can’t wait for the next one.”
20
Flynn
I haven’t been to a big Thanksgiving celebration in years. And I’ve never helped host one, but I talked Nadia into cooking for us and some of our friends. “Are you sure we have everything we need?” I ask Nadia. I want today to be perfect for us.
“Yes, relax.” She walks toward me, smiling, and my chest feels weak. I’m so gone over this woman. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. She slides her palms up my pecs and into the back of my hair, causing a shiver to rumble up and down my back. “It’s adorable that you want everything to be just so, but try to remember everyone who’s coming over are friends of ours. They’re not going to care if we forgot something.”
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