Sunday

by Kaia Bennett

  He answered it when he slid his hand behind her head and crushed his lips back against hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, no longer tasting her with teasing strokes, but reaching inside deeply to taste as much of her as he could. There was the strangest feeling of relief and tension bound together inside him. She had admitted her desire with her body. But, only moments before that same body had rejected him, and the anxiousness wouldn't go away just yet.

  Flynn pulled away panting against her lips, his forehead against hers. He fought the urge to suck on her lips when she licked them and came in for another taste of his mouth.

  "Uh-uh. You didn't say it."

  "Say what," she asked breathlessly.

  "Do you want me?"

  "Yes," she whispered immediately, and leaned in to kiss him again.

  He didn't release his grip on her, but he did lean back, just enough to lick her full bottom lip and then pull away.

  "Do you think about me?" he asked.

  An involuntary shiver coursed through Gia’s body when he asked that question. She was so hungry for his lips, had been waiting so long to taste him again, and she literally whimpered with desire. Yet, there was still a last line of defense in her mind, a part of her that was wary and scared of being vulnerable in front of him again.

  It was the hunger in his eyes to hear her answer, the closeness of his body and the feel of his kiss still making her dizzy, which propelled her past the fear. She swallowed the nervousness, the powerful temptation to lie for the sake of her pride and told the truth.

  "Yes," she whispered. And, then, to her own surprise, "All the time."

  "You've thought about us fucking," Flynn whispered against her lips. It was a statement, not a question. "Go on, you can say it. No one can hear but me."

  She exhaled shakily when the fingers of his free hand brushed over her thigh and circled her kneecap.

  "I've thought about you and me...fucking," she gasped.

  His fingers started the slow glide up her outer thigh, and she closed her eyes against the sound of his voice, against the feel of his fingers climbing higher. She should be angry he was teasing her, denying her his mouth when it had taken all her strength to admit what she wanted and claim it.

  "You've been thinking about my cock in that tight little pussy, haven't you?"

  Gia looked down, trying not to turn away altogether from how embarrassingly blunt and correct his words were, and the way they flooded her body with longing. His hand curved over her inner thigh, his fingers grazing the heat that was so easy for him to stoke in her. He turned her face to his, kissed her until she was moaning into his mouth, and then he pulled away.

  "Are you getting wet just thinking about the last time?" he asked, a sultry smile spreading his soft pink lips.

  Flynn didn't need to ask. It was easy enough to find out when his fingers slid inside the leg of her shorts, and grazed her slit through her damp panties. She hissed as his fingers teased, his other hand holding her face so that she couldn't turn away. To his surprise her hand came to rest on his chest, stroking down until her palm was resting flat on his abs.

  "And what about you," she asked through her sighs. "Do you get hard when you think about me?"

  He seemed possessed as he brought her in for another blistering kiss, the weeks of pent up aggression driving their mouths hard and hungrily together. He hadn't expected to be licking dirty words off her full lips. They tasted sweet, and her hand felt like heaven when she gripped him through his jeans. Saying he was hard would have been the understatement of the century. The second he felt her caressing him, his dick became living iron, heavy and aching within the confines of his clothes.

  He was thinking about all the ways he was going to relieve the tension inside her body when a dose of reality came out nowhere. He was supposed to have dropped her off already, and should have been heading to his apartment to change for work. What time was it anyway? He was going to have to get a hold of himself before it was too late.

  "If I didn't have to go, I'd show you just how hard you make me," he groaned.

  He wasn’t sure she heard him, and if she had, she didn’t seem to care. Her fingers were unbuttoning his jeans, pulling down his zipper while her hips bucked against his fingers.

  "Gia," he moaned when she slid her hand into his boxers to run her hand over the veined shaft and the spongy head of his cock. "I'm going to be late for work—"

  Her mouth covered his, silencing his protests with a hungry, desperate kiss. Just the thought of him leaving her in this state of almost painful arousal made her panic. She couldn’t stop, not when she was so close to him and had waited so long for his touch.

  The sounds of his pleasure rumbling deep in his throat told her he felt the same way, and it made her jerk his shaft more firmly. Unwilling to relinquish her hold on him, she used her free hand to unbutton her shorts and then quickly led his hand inside so that he could cup and stroke her more efficiently. She groaned against his mouth and pressed his hand more firmly against her mound until his fingers began rubbing her throbbing pussy of their own volition.

  They were struggling to get closer to one another, fondling each other with growing intensity as they tried to reach climax. Their lips were fused together by the sighs and moans flowing into each other’s mouths. Gia sucked on his bottom lip, mimicking one of the things she loved about the way he kissed her, and was rewarded with a masculine groan.

  Flynn knew he was going to be beyond late if he kept this up, but he was having trouble regaining control. He tried to make the feel of her hand over him be enough, tried so hard to pull away and rein himself in, but it was impossible. Her mouth was as insistent as the hand stroking his cock, and as hungry as the wet pussy sliding up and down his wagging fingers. Only when he waved his fingers back and forth rapidly over her slick entrance did she pull away and moan against his cheek. Her lips brushed over the light stubble, climbing towards his earlobe.

  Gia could hear his fingers circling the juicy lips of her pussy, heard the wet sound of her hand rubbing his pre-cum into his cock while she stroked him faster and faster. She sucked on the lobe of his ear, tasting the salt of his skin and the metallic tang of silver earrings.

  His middle and index finger stroked her slit for a moment and then traveled upwards to deftly rub over her sensitive clit. Her moans tumbled out rapidly, turning high pitched at the end with longing. His fingers picked up speed, swirling over her engorged bud quickly.

  His lips pressed softly against her ear and his voice was husky with his own impending release when he whispered, “You gonna come for me, good girl?”

  He could feel her nodding vigorously against his cheek. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard at the way she moaned and inhaled sharply against his skin. He was close himself; just a little longer, just a few more pumps of her hand over him, and he would be able to join her.

  Her body was shaking against his as she started to come, and his hips were thrusting his cock faster into her fist. But it wasn’t enough. He fought his desire to have more of her, to taste her and fill her the way he had been dreaming about everyday since the last time they’d been together in his bed. There wouldn’t be enough time for him to do all the things he wanted to and make it to work on time. He needed to come quickly and pick this up later; if it had been anyone but her he might have succeeded.

  But, it wasn’t someone else. It was Gia’s warm body against his, her lips against his cheek, and her hand covering the arousal she inspired in his body. In the end, it was her halting, frantic breaths in his ear as she approached orgasm that did him in.

  "Fuck it!" he growled. His voice was feral with frustration. He pulled away from her, turned off the ignition, opened the car door, and got out. Gia shrieked when he slammed it and disappeared around the back of the car. Had she made him angry? Maybe he really didn't want to be late.

  Suddenly her door was opening and Flynn was pulling her out, his grip on her arm almost painful. She held her shorts closed with o
ne hand, trying to catch her breath as he opened the back door. Flynn quickly ushered her into the back seat and slid in behind her, slamming the door shut. He licked his lips, and stared at her open shorts in a way that made her wonder if she could come just from a look.

  She leaned back against the window on the opposite side when he pulled her legs into his lap. He reached for her shorts and panties, tugging until they were off her long legs. Her sandals clomped to the floor. He spread her legs open as far as the backseat would allow.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Gia gasped, slapping her palm against the window behind her head.

  He sucked on her clit, spreading the smooth brown lips of her throbbing pussy to reveal her slick pink entrance. His tongue dove in and her hips rolled against his mouth as he sucked, licked and moaned over her sensitive flesh. She was throbbing with such intensity she thought she would explode. Her entire world was centered on the passage between her legs and the man manipulating it. When two of his perfect, long fingers plunged inside of her, Gia knew she’d reached her limit.

  "Unngh, Flynn!!" she screamed, arching into his mouth as she came. He swallowed all of her sweet cream down, licking it off her pussy as she pulsed with aftershocks.

  There was no time to recover and sink back into the seat, not when he was pushing his jeans down to his ankles and slipping on a condom. Before she knew it, Flynn was pulling her into his lap, placing her over that beautiful column of hard flesh, sliding the tip against her sensitive lips and clit until she sighed with longing.

  Inch by inch she lowered herself onto him, feeling her pussy stretching deliciously around his girth as he bottomed out within her. Her hips connected with his and she dug her nails into the seat behind his head, staring into his eyes while she rode him.

  Every upstroke was a sharp inhale of breath, and every down stroke a shaky exhale. When Gia thought she couldn't take it any more, she sat all the way down and ground her hips over his cock while it lay nestled inside of her. He gripped her round ass in his hands, and helped her rock against him.

  Flynn was being held captive by the most exquisite torture. Gia was so tight and wet encircling him, her eyes gazing into his, telling him with each roll of her hips what he was doing to her. That look, combined with her mouth on his, and her hands on the sides of his face pulling him closer had him teetering on the edge.

  He pulled his lips away and had to pause for a moment, holding her hips in place over him. A particularly good stroke had almost undone him, and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the painful pleasure of holding back. When it was safe to breathe, he lifted her tank top over her breasts. There was only the built in bra under the shirt to contend with, and the sky blue fabric rolled up easily to reveal her seductively bouncing breasts. With his palms flat on her back, he pressed her to his waiting mouth and devoured them with the same hunger he had shown her pussy.

  He couldn't tease, not now when he could feel his balls tightening. He sucked hard on the chocolate buds, his tongue taking long licks, and his teeth nibbling firmly. Gia’s fingers wrung tightly through his soft shaggy curls and she pulled him closer. She was clutching him inside of those pink folds, pulsing around him while she feverishly rode his cock towards a fast approaching climax. He could feel her entire body tensing, her throaty moans vibrating through her chest and into his mouth as he suckled her breasts.

  She was starting to come and the way her tight walls were milking at his shaft, he knew he was going to come soon after. Her speed picked up, but in those last moments he wanted the final say in how much pleasure she got. He leaned her back until she had to clutch the headrest of the seat behind her.

  Gia knew his strong arms would never let her fall and gripping the headrest was more for her sanity as his hips took over. He pounded into her fast and hard, his pale hips bucking under her brown ones as he drove his cock into her over and over again. It was so good and so punishing that she almost wished he would stop. Almost.

  She screamed and bucked and shuddered when she came. And then, she came again, her body unable to slow down under the assault of his hard dick inside her trembling core. He pulled her back to him, groaning against a soft breast as his come spurted inside of the condom.

  Every jerk of his hips into her elicited cries from both their throats until, finally, Flynn sunk back into the seat. He was utterly spent. Still, his arms never released her, and his mouth suckled weakly at her full breasts while the shivers passed through him.

  Her hips still moved subtly over his, as if she couldn't stop her body from seeking out more release, and maybe she couldn't. When she looked down into his eyes and touched his soft lips with her fingertips, she felt like she could go for days on end. She gasped at how incredibly sexy he was when he smiled under her fingertips and then kissed them gently. He brought her in for another mind numbing kiss before pulling away and leaning his head back against the headrest.

  "Fuck," he exhaled. He snuck a peek at the clock on the dashboard and sighed. "I'm definitely going to be late now."

  "It's my fault," Gia said, breathlessly. "I shouldn't have forced myself on you."

  He looked at her for a moment, watching her lips spread into a beautiful smile. It took a second for his mind to register that she’d actually made a joke. They broke into abrupt laughter and the vibrations passed from his cock straight into her. She moaned and wiggled, and Flynn groaned from the residual pulse of being inside of her. He could already feel his dick hardening as her hips continued to roll against his. What was it about this girl that could have his body running on empty?

  "Are you really sorry?" he inquired, moving his hips.

  She licked her lips and nodded.

  "Show me how sorry you are," he commanded, not caring anymore that there was a world outside of the taste, the smell and the feel of her.

  She had no trouble obliging him.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Gia lay awake that night, her body still on fire from the afternoon. She’d made him quite late before he finally dropped her off at her apartment. It was the oddest thing; she’d asked the question that had been running around in her head for weeks, but now that she had the answer she found that she wasn't satisfied.

  She now knew that Flynn wanted her, but her mind had opened up to even more questions, and most of them revolved around him. She barely knew who he was, and yet, she could do things with him that she hadn't dreamed of in the two years she'd spent with Luca.

  She winced as she recalled her now ex-boyfriend. She hadn't meant to think about him. In fact, she’d been doing everything she could to forget. He wasn't making it easy, not when he called her several times a day and showed up unannounced to talk to her. All their friends were shocked about the sudden split, and all of them wondered what had brought it on. To everyone else, they had looked so perfect together, so happy. No one, except the four people directly involved, knew the real reason she and Luca had cut ties.

  When she broke up with Luca, somewhere in the back of her mind she had expected him to smile and nod, to say it was all for the best. She’d expected him to get dressed, kiss her goodbye, and run off to be with Ashley in his newfound freedom. But his face had twisted up in fury and, after an hour of yelling and crying, it became clear that she had been all wrong about his intentions with the other girl.

  Being with Ashley, as Luca had put it, had just been his moment of weakness, a convenient way to relieve the tension of their stale relationship. Luca had never planned to leave her for Ashley, and if he was to be believed, he had ended things with her shortly before Gia found the text message that confirmed her suspicions. He tried to tell her he was sorry, that he’d made a mistake and they could still make things work. By that point she’d already made up her mind—there was nothing left to salvage.

  It didn’t help matters that in order to alleviate some of his guilt about cheating on her, Gia had decided to come clean and tell him he wasn’t the only one that’d been sneaking around. She told Luca in an effort to show h
im that breaking up was for the best, for neither one of them could be faithful. As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she had kept them to herself.

  Luca had looked positively devastated when she told him about Flynn. Suddenly what was meant to be a gentle, quiet understanding that they didn’t belong together anymore, had become an exhausting exercise in assigning blame to each other.

  Something had sparked in Luca she hadn’t known was there when she told him about Flynn. There was possessiveness, and an insecurity that showed her Luca never thought it was possible that she could stray. It surprised and hurt her more than she expected it would. He’d had such complete faith in her, and her love for him, that even his cheating on her couldn’t assuage her guilt.

  After a while she couldn’t even scream anymore, and she shut down completely, unwilling to cry or sling another insult his way because she just wanted it all to be over. The breakup had been so confusing and painful that, towards the end, even with him shouting at her to say something, she was unable to speak. Luca had thrown on his clothes and left so angrily, she wondered if she had made the wrong decision in telling him the truth. If she had known how ugly things would turn, how he would look at her when she told him about Flynn, she might not have been so forthcoming.

  The whole sordid affair made Gia realize she didn't know shit. Not a thing. She’d been walking around in a cloud of assumptions about the people in her life, and her beliefs had all turned out to be wrong. Ashley wasn’t going to be her replacement. Luca wasn’t giving up so easily.

  And then, there was Flynn.

  She had surprised herself by opening the floodgates, and offering herself up for more torture. There were no sweet words or tender kisses when Flynn dropped her off. There was no promise to call. He wasn't her boyfriend. He’d said he wanted her, but now, she wondered if that meant he wanted her only when he was hard. Screwing her in the backseat of his car was hardly a confession of undying love.