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“Can I take you shopping today?”
With a soft huff, I closed my eyes and rolled over to face him. We were both naked, the sweat from the last round of sex finally drying, but the spit and cum undoubtedly still sticky around the corners of my mouth and in his pubes.
“No,” I murmured, pulling his hand up to my lips and kissing it.
Flynn’s body almost went tense, like he tried to get upset at my denial, even if his muscles wouldn’t cooperate.
“You agreed,” he reminded me.
“There was no timeline on it.”
I wasn’t telling him no to be contrary. In fact, quite the opposite. I told him no because in less than twenty-four hours, he’d already convinced me that everything he had to offer was everything I needed. The assertive and sincere way he approached me, explained what he wanted from me, what he was asking…it was hot. I’d been with dominant men in the past, but never a man like him. And it was one thing for me to agree to his thirty day trial run, but allowing myself to get used to him? That was a bridge too far. Because the pleasure I knew this man was going to give me in the next month would be incomparable to anything I’d known before. I also knew the novelty ofmewould wear off long before the calendar page flipped over.
Being with Flynn was going to be work because I would have to find my pleasure where I could, which would be easy since he offered it so freely. But I would have to do it in a way that kept me protected enough for when the eventual end of things came around. Thirty days was a blip on my radar. Hell, I didn’t even remember anything that happened in the month of February, and that wasn’t even that long ago.
Being with Flynn would bruise, but no amount of praise from his mouth would heal the scars left by him.
“You agreed to thirty days,” he said, as if I was the one who needed reminding about the terms of our coupling. “You agreed to be all in so you could see what it’s like to be with me.”
“And you’ll see what it’s like to be with me.”
Flynn rolled on top of me, notching his broader frame between my legs and dragging his tongue across the swell of my Adam’s apple.
“I like what I’ve seen so far,” he whispered against my skin, nipping his way up toward my jaw. “If thirty days is all I get, I want to take full advantage of the time.”
Even as I scoffed, I threaded my fingers through his hair, arching against him as his cock hardened against my thigh. Mine was already hard, or still hard, depending on how you wanted to look at it. Flynn just had that effect on me apparently.
Another first.
“Are you going to buy me thirty pairs of underwear?” I asked, teasing and wrapping my legs around his waist so he couldn’t move away. “One for each day we have?”
“Thirty at least,” he confirmed, lips hot against my ear. “Ninety meals, a thousand orgasms.”
“That feels adventurous.”
“I’ve never been scared of a challenge,” he said, raising up onto his arms to look down at me. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
I swallowed, hating the idea of beinga challenge,but also knowing I was. Knowing I could be. But I didn’t want to be a challenge or a game. I didn’t want to be something worth conquering. I wanted the truth behind the words he spilled over me when we were in bed together. I wanted to be beautiful and good andworthy.
“You’re not buying me ninety meals,” I said.
The rest didn’t feel important.
“So you’re saying Icanbuy you thirty pairs of underwear, though?”
“If you want to waste your mon—”
He kissed me, silencing the rest of my protest, which I was happy for. I let my mouth fall open and his tongue slid against mine like silk. Flynn kissed me deeper, using his whole body to rub and grind against me, pouring promises and praise onto my tongue. I lapped it up like the eager slut he’d turned me into, giving myself over and reaching between our stomachs and taking both of our dicks into my hand.
Flynn groaned, content as I was to finish against my fingers instead of inside of me or across his stomach. I stroked us both through another orgasm, happy to take the weight of him on top of me after he came. I loved that he was big and he was dominant, and I loved that he wasn’t afraid of taking my cock up his ass when it suited either of us. I loved a lot of things about…
No.
“Your hands are almost as good as your mouth,” he whispered against my ear, breath coming in harsh and tired pants.
I hummed at the approval, giving both of our half-hard cocks another squeeze. “What time is it?”
“Does it matter?”
