Page 76 of Gold Rush

“She didn’t need more time to get used to you,” I point out. “She was literally sleeping on your chest earlier.”

For someone who claimed not to want a cat, Flynn looks awfully pleased about that. “Females of all species love me.”

I snort, but I can’t exactly dispute it.

Flynn sets me down on the edge of my mattress, then flicks on the lamp beside my bed. “Lie back.”

I listen, rolling my head left so I can still watch him. He reaches for the silky shorts I’m wearing, pulling them down, along with my practical cotton underwear. Had I had any idea this would happen, I would’ve worn lingerie. Flynn doesn’t appear to care.

He tosses the fabric on the floor. “Spread your thighs.”

I swallow hard before letting my knees fall open. Cool air hits the wetness gathered there, making me hiss. It should feel objectifying, lying here while he stares. But I don’t feel demeaned at all. Maybe because I did the same thing to him while the smoke alarm was going off, so this feels fair. Maybe because it’s so obvious on Flynn’s face that he likes what he sees. That he’s admiring me.

“Fuck,” he says huskily, running a hand up the inside of my thigh. Holding it wider. “Look at you.”

“Want a photo?” I tease.

His eyes trail up to my face, as leisurely as the rest of his movements. “Wouldn’t do it justice.”

I blush. I feel the warmth stain my cheeks and trickle down to my exposed chest. “Let me see you.”

“I need to taste you first.”

He’s lowering to his knees, beside my bed, his mouth at the perfect height to reach my pussy. A second later, his tongue touches my clit.

I practically levitate off the bed.

Flynn’s hand curves around my hip, hooking my left leg over his shoulder. Holding me in place, open and exposed, exactly where he wants me. Forcing me to take only what he gives me. He teases me, flicking, then sucking, then swirling, then stopping. Exploring with his wet, warm, talented tongue the same deliberate, domineering way he’s kissed my mouth.

I didn’t know it could be like this.

I wasn’t aware anything could feel this good. I’m torn between racing toward the release I can feel hovering and wanting this approaching sensation to last forever.

I’m still conflicted when I come. I come while half-heartedly fighting it because I’m incapable of stopping it. It’s such a contrast from my usual struggle to encourage it; the rush of euphoria feels like flying. I fist the sheets. My toes curl. I can’t stop saying his name. Every cliché I thought everyone was exaggerating exists.

I sprawl, sated and limp, every bit of stress and uncertainty and negative emotion thoroughly wrung out of my body. There’s no space for any of it amid the many endorphins my system is swimming with.

The mattress dips as Flynn lies down beside me. “Did you come? I couldn’t tell.”

I try to hit his arm, but my muscles won’t fully cooperate. “Shut up.”

“That’s not a nice way to talk to the mouth you love so much. You came so hard that I could feel your cunt clenching.”

That’s exactly what happens after he says that. I’m swollen and sensitive after the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced, yet I want more. I roll on my side, reaching for his waistband again. He doesn’t stop me this time, just watches while my hand slides beneath the elastic band of the shorts he’s wearing. Taut, hot skin. Short, raspy hair. Then thick, smooth hardness. I fist his cock, tugging it free from his shorts. He’s fully aroused, the skin stretched so tight that it appears shiny. I run my thumb along a raised vein that runs the entire impressive length, circling the flared tip once I reach it.

Flynn grunts, the sliver of his abs that I can see flexing. “Where are your condoms?”

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“What?” He turns his head. “You don’t?”

Why is he acting like that’s strange?

“You’re the only guy who’s ever spent the night here. I’ve only been with one person since Carson, and we went back to his place.”

“The doctor douche? Why the fuck did you sleep with him?”

“Because Carson and I hardly ever had sex and I wanted to get laid. Just go get a condom from your room.” I let go of his cock so I can fling an arm in that direction. “It’s not exactly far.”