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“Let me.” Rose took the condom out of my hand and tore the wrapper. He tossed it onto the floor, making more of a mess than we already had with our clothes. He rolled the latex down my length, and I ground my molars together to push off the proximity of my orgasm.
“I love how you touch me,” I whispered, hauling him toward the edge of the bed so he was standing with one leg on either side of my head. With my hands around his waist, I pulled him down, smothering my face with his ass and licking a hot stripe from his balls to his hole. “I love how you taste.”
“Also good praise,” he whimpered, leaning back to brace himself on my chest.
I continued to eat his ass using my tongue and my mouth, my fingers, to get him wet and open for me. Rose tasted like soap and sweat, and I sealed my mouth around him until it was hard for me to breathe, until he rode my face and dug his fingernails into my skin. When it was too muchfor me, I hauled him back, shoving him down my chest. He was so small, so slender, so easy to throw around.
He immediately knew what I wanted, and he arranged himself on top of me, slowly lowering himself down onto my dick. My grip on his hips faltered, and I flexed my hands until I found more purchase around his waist.
“Look at you,” I whispered, swallowing and trying to find a breath.
Rose settled down around me and again rested his fingertips against my chest. Looking down, I could see the divots left earlier from his nails, and my eyes lolled back as he started to move, riding me again.
“What about me?”
“You’re fucking gorgeous, riding my cock like that. Jesus Christ.”
Words were hard, but I’d find them for him.
He hummed, stare flickering from me to the pool beyond the window, to the fire, and back to me again. His cock was dark as the stain on his cheeks and throat, and I curled my fist around it, enjoying the way it felt as he moved it against my palm.
“Riding it like what?” he asked, his mouth looking like it wanted to smirk at me, even though the pleasure kept washing over him in waves. Rose’s eyelashes fluttered, his pulse throbbed, and his fingers slid against my skin for how sweaty he was.
I pulled him down at the same time I lifted off the bed, spearing the entire length of my cock into his body. He gasped, back bowing from the intrusion, and it was hard to fight the urge to flip him onto his back, fold him in half, and fuck a Rose-shaped dent into my mattress.
So I didn’t.
He landed against the bed with a huff, the air leaving his lungs and ghosting against my throat, which he promptly wrapped his lips around and started to suck a bruise into the skin.
“Like what, Flynn?” he asked again, fingers now digging into my ass, spurring me on.
I grunted, bearing down and bottoming out inside of him.
“Like you deserve it.”
“The tables have turned, Sir,” he whispered, teeth grazing my collarbone. “Now it’s your turn to do the same.”
CHAPTER12
ROSE
Even in thelight of day, Flynn’s house didn’t make any sense to me. For a man that had so much personality, the place he lived was absolutely devoid of it. From the stark white walls and the uncomfortable furniture, I couldn’t tell a single thing about him beyond what I already knew. Even his bedroom was bland and nondescript, save for the fireplace, which was at least a nice touch, if not generic.
I’d woken up alone in his bed, the fireplace still crackling in the wall. The other pillow was cold, leading me to believe Flynn had been awake for a while. I sat up and stretched, kicking the sheets down to the foot of the bed. My clothes were strewn all over the floor, not that I would have wanted to put on cum-stained underwear and dirty work clothes.
Cracking my neck as I looked around the room, I found a pair of gray sleep pants folded neatly on the nightstand. I assumed they were for me since he was nowhere to be found, and as I slipped them on, I took time to appreciate the ridiculously soft material as they slid up my legs.
They were huge on me, which was expected considering how much larger than me he was, and even with the drawstring cinched tight, I had to hold the waistband in my fist to keep them up. Fortunately, or otherwise, there wasn’t much spying for me to do on account of how absent his house was of personal touches, so I shuffled off in search of the best lay of my life.
Flynn was easy to find, pacing through his kitchen with a matching pair of pants hanging sinfully low on his hips. The deep v-cut of his stomach had me salivating. He hadn’t seen me yet, but he was talking in hushed tones, gesturing with his hands as he leaned over the kitchen island to pour himself a cup of coffee. The white bud in his ear matched the rest of his boring and predictable house.
He looked terribly out of place.
Slinking past him, I hoisted myself on the counter right alongside his bare arm, and without missing a beat, he settled his hand onto my thigh and continued his conversation.
Glancing up at me after he finished his train of thought, he mouthed the questiondo you have anywhere to be?
Your ass,I answered back silently.
