Sunday

by Kaia Bennett

  "You know, you called me Cameron before."

  Gia blushed, remembering exactly what she’d said when she called out his name. Her fingers slowed down, but didn't stop. Knowing him, there had to be a reason why everyone called him Flynn, and she wondered if she had overstepped her bounds.

  "Was that bad? I mean, it just sort of slipped out."

  He dropped his useless shirt on the floor. "Nah, not really."

  "Not really?"

  He shrugged, dropping his pants and kicking them off. Going down on one knee on his bed, he reached between her legs and moved her fingers so his could take over. She rubbed her clit while his fingers slid in and out of her wetness. She was hot, and tight, and ready for him, evident in the way she moaned and arched her back.

  "I hate my name, always have," Flynn said as he knelt over her, the silver cross on his neck dangling and glimmering in the dim light.

  He wrapped a booted leg around his waist and felt the soft, cool leather warm against the heat of his skin as she clenched him to her.

  "But I love the way you say it when you come for me."

  She smiled against his lips, sighing into his mouth when she pulled away slightly from his kiss. "So, are you making an exception for me?"

  "Yeah," he whispered just before kissing her, and the low, breathy tone of his voice sent chills over her skin.

  She moaned as the head of his cock dipped into her pussy, lifting her leg higher on his waist while she spread the other leg wider.

  "Say it again," he said with a groan, plunging into her warmth.

  She arched into him, rotating her hips so every part of her could feel him. Her hands ran over his strong back, then down to rest on his ass as he pumped softly into her. The silver cross tickled the hollow of her throat when she arched into him. He rotated his hips as well and soon they were like twin cyclones, thrusting into one another.

  "Cameron," she gasped.

  He groaned and tasted her mouth. "Say it again, Gia."

  "Cameron, don't stop."

  And he didn't stop. Not until the sun was high in the Sunday morning sky, and they were too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Flynn wasn’t sure if he was a good boyfriend or not. He had plenty of experience with fucking girls, but experience with relationships—where another person expected more from him than just good sex—was on the newer side of things.

  He knew that in terms of quantity of relationships Gia was right there with him. Something about her put him at ease, but also left him a bit unnerved now that she was his girl. She was completely comfortable with being his girlfriend, despite his warning that he may disappoint her.

  He hadn’t said that for effect. He knew he could be difficult to get along with, which is why things in his life were a certain way. He didn’t do cohabitation, he didn’t put up with anybody’s shit, and he didn’t do the stranglehold otherwise known as commitment. So, why had he been so willing to give Gia what she wanted? Why couldn’t he just settle for unspoken loyalty, instead of putting a big fat label on things?

  When he was alone it was easy to ask these questions. It was easy to let doubt creep in and wonder whether he’d made a mistake. He wouldn’t be the first guy to agree to something he regretted because of some good pussy.

  But when he was with her, it was easy to see all the answers. It had been almost two weeks since they’d made things official. Things were still relatively the same, though now they did as much talking as they did fucking. There was this insatiable urge to know her, to know every crevice of her body and fill in every blank from her past. In that time Luca’s calls had dwindled, and then died out altogether.

  Flynn could understand why Luca had gotten discouraged and given up, but he was finding it difficult to understand why the dumb fuck had let her go in the first place. Especially now that he got to wake up beside her.

  As he came out of his deep sleep, he felt Gia’s lips on the back of his neck and her hands stroking over his shoulders. He turned over, smiling sleepily at her and she smiled back, letting her eyes follow her fingers as they traced random patterns over his skin. For a moment he just lay there watching her, basking in the feel of her fingers and the warmth of her body lying next to his. He was starting to prefer waking up this way.

  Funny how this had all started over a psychology class project. He used to dread their meetings, and now he couldn’t wait for Sunday to roll around. It made him do crazy things, like give her a copy of his key so she wouldn’t have to stand outside his apartment at all hours until he could let her in. He would come home from work Saturday nights to find her waiting for him, and they would make love until they were practically comatose. Then they would catch what was left of Sunday and do it all over again.

  There was a time when Flynn would have been more than fine with a girl getting dressed and getting lost after he was done coming. No one could exactly accuse him of being the cuddly type, and many a girl had been surprised by his cool demeanor the morning after. But with Gia he found that he couldn’t get enough of seeing her. She was always beautiful, but in the morning, dressed in nothing but his sheets and his smell, she never looked better.

  “Morning,” he said.

  “Afternoon,” she replied.

  He turned to look at the clock, which said it was closing in on noon. “How long you been up?” he asked, running his fingers over the small of her back. She pressed herself into his morning wood and kissed him sweetly.

  “Long enough to consider raping you in your sleep,” she quipped.

  “Oh, but I’m so much more fun when I’m awake.”

  Gia smirked, thinking that his statement was only half true. She would never tell him, but he looked like a little boy when he was asleep, his freckles becoming more pronounced and his hair falling across his closed eyes. He rarely snored; mostly, he just breathed loudly, though every once in a while he would smack his lips, turn over, and murmur something unintelligible. It was all she could do to keep from waking him up in a fit of giggles that morning when he said something about keeping bikes away from clowns.

  “What do you want to do today?” she asked. The view through his partially raised blinds promised rain, but that wasn’t supposed to happen until later in the afternoon.

  “You,” was his simple reply.

  She laughed and then let it die as the heat from his eyes told her that he was serious and that he was going to act soon.

  “But we did that for hours earlier this morning,” she purred. “Aren’t you tired yet?”

  “Of you?” he said with a sleepy grin, shaking his head. “Never.” He rolled over nestling himself confidently between her legs. She was always so inviting, opening up to him completely, and now wasn’t any exception.

  He pulled her to him and thrust deep, thinking he could get used to this.

  Gia moaned, floating high on a cloud of pure ecstasy. It didn’t matter how long they made love the night before, she always managed to wake up ready for more of him. And he was always ready to give her what she wanted. He was different in the mornings, slower and gentler, and she loved the contrast between that and his usual energetic roughness.

  Falling asleep against his warmth and waking up wrapped in his arms was fast becoming just as fulfilling as the loving they shared when he woke. She’d thought spending the night in a bed other than hers or Luca’s would be fraught with awkwardness, but strangely enough Flynn had been more than welcoming.

  When she tried to sneak out the day they became a couple, he asked her if there was some place she had to be and then pulled her back into bed before she could make up an excuse. He never ceased to surprise her, especially when he gave her a key. He had made it sound like it was more for his convenience than hers, but she still wanted to scream and dance in a circle every time she looked at the little silver token. Granted, there’d been some minor kinks in this new arrangement, like figuring out when to stay with him and when to exercise self-control and study at
home instead.

  Finals were coming up and she had understandably been falling behind on her rigorous study schedule. She couldn’t concentrate, not when every time she closed her eyes she had to suppress a stupid smile and a shudder at just the thought of him. He was fucking up her GPA, turning her into an obsessive, orgasmic puddle and she couldn’t get enough.

  She also learned the hard way that she should be more prepared for the morning after with him. That first time, he had given her a jacket to cover her torn dress, but nothing could hide those long legs, those fuck-me boots, or the “I’ve never had better sex in my life!” aura. It was funny in hindsight, but having to walk past a group of college boys on the way home as they whistled and shouted “Walk! Of! Shame!” was not an episode she wanted to repeat. Now when she went to his place she brought her libido and a change of clothes, just in case. But it was all worth it for the chance to feel the way she did on lazy mornings like this; it was worth it to be thoroughly his.

  They groaned against each other’s lips, panting and gritting their teeth. She clutched at his back while he grasped her thigh and plunged harder and faster into her. They could feel the pressure building, the tempo of their hips picking up as they reached their climax together. He groaned, calling out her name while she sighed for him to continue, to give her more. It wasn’t long before he was coming, spraying his release into her clenching womb while she arched into him and pumped her hips frantically.

  Before the tension in her body could fade away his weary smile was on her lips; his shaky hand was caressing the side of her face. She answered his smile with one of her own, laughing lightly as they relaxed against each other, languishing for just a little while longer before they got up to greet day.

  ***

  Flynn was sitting at the kitchen table watching Gia pad around his kitchen in nothing but one of his t-shirts and panties. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she smelled like his soap from their shower together. They would’ve gotten dressed if they thought they wouldn’t be naked again before the day was through. It was Sunday afternoon, and they had nowhere to be, so they could take their time and lounge.

  He was watching her cook, which she’d insisted on doing while he finished editing one of the short films he was working on. He’d been living alone for some time now and was used to cooking for himself. It was cheaper than eating out all the time, and he’d been cooking since he was tall enough to reach a stove. When she started sleeping over, he’d automatically fallen into the habit of making meals for two, the way he used to do when he lived with his father.

  It had been strange revisiting that old habit with a new person, learning what she liked and disliked. It had also been fun to surprise her with the fact that he could, in fact, use a skillet. This time she’d insisted that she do the cooking for them and he sat back to let her. It sparked something in him and he laughed to himself, feeling like he was watching his little woman add her feminine touch in his bachelor pad.

  She was making breakfast food, which she knew was one of his favorite things to eat. She already knew how he liked his eggs and his coffee, and the sweet aroma of good, almost ready to eat food, was so rich he could almost taste the smells. But it was watching her ass sway under his shirt as she walked that was really making him hungry.

  His eyes followed her leg as she lifted it and rubbed her ankle over an itch at the back of her calf. He could still feel how silky her legs were when he’d bent them over his shoulders just hours before, how soft they’d felt against his lips when he’d kissed his way up and down her body. When she turned to set his plate in front of him, he knew what he was thinking was written plain as day on his face.

  Gia smiled, her skin flush with heat as she brought him his plate. He was sitting with one arm draped over the back of his chair, wearing nothing but a pair of navy blue boxer briefs and a lascivious little smile. Before she’d called him over to the table to eat she burned herself at least twice stealing glances of his body.

  He’d still been sitting on the couch then, deep in concentration as he worked on his film. He did that thing where he nibbled at the inside of his cheek when he was deep in thought, and she had to bite her lip against the giddiness coursing through her. He was really hers. It wasn’t a dream. She could hardly remember the fact that she used to hate him. Especially when he was looking at her the way he was right now.

  His eyes roved freely over her body, making her feel like his oversized brown t-shirt was suddenly see-through. As soon as she was within reach, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  The words had such a sultry ring to them, as if he were thanking her for something she had yet to do for him. Something much naughtier than making breakfast.

  “You’re welcome.” Gia gave him a sweet smile and a peck on the lips, trying to stand. He held her closer to him, and turned her face back in for another kiss. It was long and slow, his tongue savoring the taste of her mouth and inviting her to do the same with his. She struggled and failed to keep her hips from rocking against the muscles in his thigh.

  “You better stop, Flynn,” she gasped in a voice thick with lust.

  She still called him Flynn, reserving ‘Cameron’ or ‘Cam’ for more intimate moments.

  “Stop what?” he asked, laughter threading his voice as he kissed her neck.

  “Can you at least try the food first?” she laughed. His hand was stroking over her inner thigh.

  “I’m sorry, baby. It looks good…just not as good as you do.”

  She grabbed a piece of one of the buttered biscuits on his plate and brought it to his lips. She shook her head at how silly he was when he opened his mouth and accepted the food.

  “Mmm,” he said a little too emphatically for a biscuit, giving her a devilish grin. “You should try some of that.”

  “I would if you’d let me get up and get something to eat.”

  He didn’t release her waist. Instead, he lifted one of the strawberry slices off his pancakes and brought it up to her lips. She laughed, shaking her head and turning away.

  “C’mon, open up. I thought you said you were hungry,” he teased. He let the sweet fleshy fruit slide across her bottom lip until she turned to him.

  She opened her mouth slowly, and her eyes darkened with lust as she watched him watch the fruit slip between her soft lips onto her tongue. She couldn’t help it. Her tongue flitted out to lick the tip of his middle finger. She sucked it all the way into her mouth, licking the juices off his skin before pulling away to chew and swallow. Her hips were rocking against his thigh now, her panties already dampening when he brought his gaze to hers. It drove her crazy how she could say one thing while her body screamed another. Such was his power over her.

  “You want another one, baby?” he asked sweetly.

  “What I really want is for you to eat before it gets cold,” she quipped.

  Jesus, have mercy...

  Whatever she’d just said sparked that look in his eyes, the one which never failed to push her over the edge into all consuming need for him. He was sure of her, sure of the fact that she wanted him. That much was already a given. But when he gave her that look, the one where his green eyes became darker and more focused, she knew it was because he was going to act on that desire. Her body was already humming with anticipation.

  “You’re right. It should be nice and hot went I taste it.”

  His words seemed to refer to food, but his fingers were sliding over the edge of her striped bikini panties, just at the edge of her tense inner thigh. She sighed, closing her eyes as his hand traveled lower until it was cupping her hot sex through the damp fabric. Back and forth his hand rubbed, circling slightly until her hips started to join in.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, biting down on her lip. He slipped a finger into her panties to stroke across her slit, pulling it out to taste what he was really hungry for.

  “I think it’s hot enough now,” he whispered hotly
in her ear, sending shivers down her rigid spine. “You want me to taste it, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered without hesitation.

  “Good,” he said, nibbling on her earlobe. “Stand up.”

  Her body was quivering. She wasn’t sure she could stand at this point, but she managed. He immediately maneuvered her hips so that she was between his spread legs, facing away from him. He peeled off her panties, catching small glimpses of her caramel skin under the shirt as he rolled them down her ass, her toned thighs, and let them fall around her ankles.

  She stepped out of them just as he said, “You don’t need the shirt. Take it off.”

  There was something so erotic, and yet strange about hearing his commands and not seeing his face. She was used to his eyes piercing hers when he teased her body into helplessness. With shaky hands, Gia lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. She sighed and her body quaked with anticipation as his hands stroked down the backs of her arms, the soft, feminine sway of her back and the curves of her ass.

  “Put your elbows on the table.”

  His voice was tight, his breath barely able to escape his throat as she bent over the table. The view was utterly tantalizing. Her thighs were clenched tight, making her ass form a seductive heart shaped treat, with the glistening lips of her pussy serving as the creamy center he was going to savor. He let his hands roam over her, his fingertips playing with the juncture between her ass and thigh. He palmed the plump, firm flesh and scooted his chair back, before leaning in with a smile.

  When Flynn’s breath wafted over her aching slit, Gia found herself leaning into the table, pushing her hips towards his face, hoping his skilled tongue would find the center of her arousal and quickly put out the fire there. She thought she would faint when he licked the space between her thigh and the outer lips of her pussy, circling the perimeter of her sex slowly. At one point the very tip of his tongue licked at the entrance, and she groaned even louder, her little orifice open and closing around the hot air his mouth was teasing her with.