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To call his cock massive would have been an understatement. It was bigger than mine in both length and girth, and I was already pushing eight inches. A quick look at his face confirmed he knew he was packing, and it honestly would have been a waste tonotlet him top.
At least once.
“What’s your preference, Flynn?”
“I like to top.”
“I figured you would.”
“But I…I don’t…” I didn’t even know what I was trying to say.
Was I asking to bottom or was I asking to flip? It wasn’t often that another man’s cock made me speechless and yet here we were. Rose in his black lace with his giant erection waving around like it didn’t have anywhere better to be than buried inside of me. My feelings about his cock were anything but casual, and again, I tried to remind myself this was just supposed to be for the night because I didn’t do serious and he didn’t do casual, and this was all just an elaborate game of pretend so we could get our rocks off.
“I’m vers,” Rose offered, clearly sensing my confusion. “So, if you change your mind…”
“Duly noted.” I cleared my throat, desperate to get my head back on straight and regain control of the situation. I sat down on the couch and spread my legs, patting the top of my thigh with one hand. “Now come over here, Ambrose, and get on your knees.”
CHAPTER6
ROSE
For someonewho liked to be called Sir, Flynn sure was easy to push around, but I stepped in between his spread legs and went down to my knees. The hotel carpet was ridiculously luxurious, offering more padding than I would have anticipated. The other decadent indulgence in the room was, of course, Flynn himself, and the absolutely unexpected way my stomach fluttered when he called me by my full name.
No one called me Ambrose, not even my parents, and they were the ones who’d burdened me with the ridiculous moniker in the first place. A name like Ambrose should have come with a trust fund, but all I had was a huge cock and a limited gag reflex.
“Did you want me to suck you off?” I asked, batting my lashes up at Flynn, pretending to be coy when we both knew I was anything but. I had the impression we were both breaking our own rules to be with each other, but he was hot enough to lean into the fib for a few more hours before I let the guilt take over.
“Very much,” he answered with a low rumble. He still wore a pair of tight, black boxer briefs, and what looked to be an substantial dick tested the durability of the fabric with every flicker of his heartbeat. “I’m not trying to sound arrogant, but—”
“It comes naturally,” I said, reaching for the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down to expose his length. Like the rest of him, his dickwasimpressive.
“Not what I was going to say.”
“It’s well deserved,” I assured him.
Making a tight grip around the base of his cock, I flattened my tongue against his shaft and licked my way up and over the tip. Precum had already gathered in the slit of his dick, a little warm and barely salty, a promise of what I knew was to come. Before I got started on him, I’d have to decide where I wanted him to come—in my mouth, in a condom buried inside my ass, or all over his own stomach.
Honestly, I wanted all three.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Does it matter?”
“Just trying to decide how I want you to come,” I answered. “Ranking the options so I don’t miss out.”
Flynn chuckled, leaning back and spreading his legs a little bit wider. My hand still held his cock and my lips hovered over the tip, waiting.
He arched a brow. “How many choices do I have?”
“I’m thinking three.”
“And you’re deciding?” he asked.
“I’m prioritizing.” I swirled my tongue along the flared underside of his crown, ready to get a better taste of him.
I could pick later, I decided, sealing my mouth around the head of his dick and hollowing my cheeks. Flynn immediately groaned, arching off the seat and threading his fingers through my hair. He cursed under his breath and I swallowed him down to the base of his dick, my fingers connected with my lips. Pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft to take the last half an inch, I flattened my hands against his thigh and hummed in delight at the feel of him prodding against the roof of my mouth.
“Jesus.”
