In a Bad Way
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“I’m hungry,” she said sheepishly.
Flynn’s stomach growled in agreement. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast the day before and that wasn’t much. Having worked himself into a frenzy, he’d lost his appetite for everything except the woman standing before him.
Setting the bag down on the floor and his phone on the hall table, Flynn smiled and walked toward her. He gathered her into his arms, reveling in her soft bubble gum scent. “Me too.”
She pressed her lips to his chest. “Hmm, I could snack on you first.”
His dick swelled. Giggling, Pink pressed her hips into him. “You’re a walking hard-on.”
“I can’t help it, baby doll. The body wants what the body wants.”
Looking up at him, she grinned. It lit up her face. His heart tightened.
Twenty minutes later, sitting side by side at the small table where they’d drunk coffee just days before, Izzy dove into a stack of fluffy banana pancakes. Closing her eyes, she made a deep, satisfied sound as she slowly chewed. The combination of the banana in the mix, butter, and maple syrup was orgasmic.
Izzy smiled and opened her eyes when warm lips brushed along her bottom lip, followed by a warm tongue.
“Mmm, you had some syrup on the edge of your lip,” Flynn whispered. Pressing his lips to hers again, he opened her mouth and softly delved in with his tongue. “You taste delicious.”
Izzy sighed against his lips. Stabbing a piece of pancake with her fork she raised it to his lips and fed him. They’d almost made it halfway through their stack, taking turns feeding each other, when Izzy set her fork down on the plate, eyeing Flynn’s full bottom lip. A drop of syrup lingered there. Leaning into him, she licked it and said, “You missed a spot.”
“Hmm,” he murmured as he unbuttoned her shirt. “I think…” He dipped his fingertip into the pool of syrup on her plate and drizzled it down her chest, then ran his fingertip along the high swells before circling each nipple.
Sliding the shirt down her shoulders to her elbows, fully exposing her breasts, Flynn smiled. “I think,” he said, lowering his lips to one impudent nipple, “you need some help cleaning up the mess I just made.” As he slid his tongue along the trail of syrup, Izzy hissed, arching and leaning her head back, offering him all of her.
Hot lips captured a nipple and sucked, his wicked tongue flicking and swirling.
The way he turned a simple meal into a sexual smorgasbord shouldn’t have surprised her. Flynn was carnality incarnate. He was as much a creature of the senses as she was. He was shameless and virile, his hunger for her matched only by hers for him.
Taking the other nipple into his mouth, Flynn sucked hard. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he drew moans of satisfaction from her lips. As he tortured her nipple, he dipped his finger into the syrup again and drizzled it down her belly, then between her thighs.
Izzy shook with such intense anticipation, her teeth chattered.
“I love how you love this,” Flynn whispered against her flesh. “How hungry you are for me and how uninhibited you are.” His fingers trailed along her belly to her thighs, which he gently parted. His lips followed the path of his fingers, nibbling on her hips, across her belly button, toward her smooth mound.
“No shame. No hesitation. Just honest desire.”
His big body moved to the floor where he knelt before her. He pressed her knees further apart, revealing her pink glistening core.
His thumbs slid along her swollen lips. Seeing him looking at her with such awe and respect left no room for shame. When his eyes lifted to hers, Izzy’s heart seized with emotion. Power. Flynn bit his bottom lip as he gazed reverently at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Isa. I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
When his gaze dropped to her again, her womb clenched, triggering the release of her warm arousal.
“Amazing, Isa. I wish you could see how your body looks right now. Swollen and lush. Pink and creamy.” He slid his thumbs along her wet seam. She clenched against him, wanting to press into him, but she held her breath, tempering her intense need. She wanted this to last. When she came, she wanted him to draw it out, and drive her crazy.
“I’m going to suck your sweet little cunt, Isa, and take you to the edge, but not push you over.” He looked up at her, his eyes on fire. “Can you handle that?”
Not trusting her voice, she nodded.
“Scream as loud and as long as you want, but you won’t come until I’m ready for you to come.”
Flynn’s tongue darted out, catching the swollen head of her clit, licking hard around it, and then releasing it.
Izzy struggled to keep her moan of shocked pleasure silent. He would use it against her. Slowing his torturous seduction to the point of insanity.
“Do you trust me, Isa?” he demanded, his warm lips brushing across her clit.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Do you know I would never hurt you?”
“Yes,” she breathed again, barely able to answer because of the things he was doing to her body with his skilled fingers and lethal tongue.
“I want you to give yourself completely over to me. Right now.”
“Okay,” she barely managed to eke out.
“Good,” he crooned against her torrid flesh. “Because, I’m going to do very bad things to you.”
“I want you to, Flynn,” she hurried to say, afraid that if she didn’t, she wouldn’t have the guts to.
Fingers dug into her thighs as a wild growl emanated from his chest. Ravenously he took her swollen pussy into his mouth and thrust his tongue deeply inside her.
Grasping the chair arms, Izzy groaned loudly, forcing her hips down to keep from slamming hard into him. Just as quickly as his assault began it ended.
“No!” she cried. “More.”
Flynn drizzled more syrup down her belly, and they watched together as it slid slowly down, then paused at her soft mound before separating and dripping in long golden teardrops into the crevice around her swollen clit.
“I want to fuck you so hard right now,” he whispered, lowering his lips to her. “But I’m going to eat you for breakfast first.”
In long, slow, deep, licks, he tongued her to the verge of insanity. Izzy arched, aching with need for his hands to be on her breasts, for his tongue to go deeper. Begging him with her body, she spread her legs wider for the penetration she so desperately desired. With the exception of his hands holding her thighs steady, the only part of his body that touched her was his crafty tongue.
“Flynn,” she begged. “Give me more.”
His tongue slid deeply between her folds, tunneling into her. It still wasn’t deep enough. As he withdrew, he circled her clit, and then his lips closed around it, and sucked. She cried out as the building orgasm flared. She screamed when he released her and pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, licking her syrupy wetness.
“You taste better than candy, Pink,” he said, before sucking the sensitive skin at the juncture of her thigh and core. In a long slow slide, he licked her from the bud of her bottom to her clit.
Just when the pressure began to spike again, he released that wanton part of her and moved up her belly. When she tried to wrap her legs around his shoulders, Flynn pushed her thighs down. “No, no, baby,” he said as his lips trailed around a hard nipple. Digging her hands into his hair, she tried to force him harder on her breast.
“You’re misbehaving, Pink,” he said sternly. Grabbing the cloth napkins from the table, he deftly tied her wrists to the arms of the chair.
He raised his head and smiled down at her. “I told you, I was going to drive you mad.”
Breathing heavily, Izzy looked up at him. He stared at her like he was going to devour her. Muscles rippled beneath his smooth toned skin. The rise in his bottoms left nothing to guess at. He wanted her. She was tied down to a chair, the shirt she had slipped on, unbuttoned and pulled down to her elbows. Her thighs were spread and her bottom at the edge of the seat in offering.
“I want you to video us.” Unlike before, this video would be something private and sacred, for their eyes only.
His lips cracked into a smile. “Really?”
“Really.”
He moved away and returned with his cell phone.
First Flynn took a picture and smiled as he looked at it, then showed her.
Izzy was shocked. The woman in the picture looked like a sexy siren, but that wasn’t what shocked her. What shocked her was the look on her face. The look of a woman in love.
Chapter Thirty-four
“Take your jammies off, Flynn,” Izzy said, sounding as if she’d smoked a pack of cigarettes and drunk a fifth of whisky the night before. The violent ache Flynn had created within her screamed for succor. If he wanted edge play, it was going to go both ways.
The muscles in his body flexed as he set his cell phone on the table, the lens facing them. Once it was propped up, he slid his hands beneath the flannel at his hips and slowly pushed it down. Izzy caught her breath when his luscious cock sprang eagerly toward her. A tiny bead of moisture glistened at the tip. Unconsciously she licked her lips, wishing that she could taste him. Her response elicited a low groan from Flynn. He moved closer to her as he stepped out of his flannels.
Raising her eyes to his, she fought down a triumphant smile. His eyes burned with the intensity of a laser. Flynn’s sensuality was deep, dark, and seething. Supreme in its arrogance. He recognized the power of it, and had no shame using it to get what he wanted.
Right now, the way he bit his bottom lip, his gaze focused on her parted lips…He wanted her. Not breaking their gaze, he wrapped his fingers around the root of his shaft. In tandem, they made the same low-pitched carnal sound, born of the same need.
When he began to stroke himself, Izzy’s core tightened. Swallowing hard, she wrestled back the need to beg him for a taste.
“The first time I saw you bite your bottom lip, like that,” he said roughly, “I got hard. I couldn’t get the vision of those lips wrapped around my dick out of my head.” He smiled and her eyes followed his free hand as he dipped a finger into the syrup and drizzled it on the lush head.
Izzy strained against the ties. Breathing hard, she licked her lips, biting back the words that she so desperately wanted to say. Because if she begged, he’d make her beg harder. Longer. She wanted him now.
He was only inches from her, his hips at eye level, his lovely cock thick and eager for her mouth.
“What do you want, Isa?”
“You, in my mouth.”
“You happen to be in luck, because that’s what I want, too.”
Straining to meet him, she parted her lips and licked toward him. When he slid the swollen head across her lips, he groaned when she caught the fleshy part of him between her lips and sucked.
The taste of him mingled with the syrup was good. As she sucked him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirled around the head lapping the sticky sweetness from him.
Holding his shaft, controlling how much she could have of him, Flynn sank his fingers into her hair. With her at his mercy, he played an erotic game of cat and mouse with her lips and his cock.
Wild desire raged through her. Low moans of want sighed from her lips as her hips jerked in urgent undulation. In wanton offering, she spread her thighs wide.
“My God, woman,” he groaned, “you’re going to be the death of me.”
As he said the words, he thrust deeply into her mouth. Ready for him, Izzy sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. She loved giving him this. The sensual sounds he made, the way he hung on the verge of letting go, of him thinking he was in control when it was she who had him, not in the palm of her hand but her mouth. If she had her hands free, all she would have to do was grab his ass and force his hips into her as she sucked him to his knees.
He tugged her hair as he rocked his hips back and forth. She wanted to feel his skin, cup his balls, control the tempo.
He swelled in her mouth, the thick veins outlining his shaft, hard and smooth. His body quickened. Just when she clamped her lips as firmly as she could around him and sucked hard, he cursed and pulled out of her mouth.
Pulling her head away from his throbbing cock, he groaned. “Oh, no. You’re not going to turn this around on me.” He pushed her head back so that she was looking up at him. He stepped in to her again and with his hand guided his cock between her parted lips.
When she took all of him into her mouth, his eyes rolled back. “Damn, girl,” he said, and slowly exhaled.
His words, his hard body, and the way he responded so ardently to her was as much of a turn-on to her as if he was actually sucking her body parts. There was something sublimely primitive about what they were doing. She was tied to a chair; her thighs spread wide, her pelvis grinding the air begging for the magnificent cock in her mouth. With Flynn, every inhibition she had ever had evaporated. That they would be able to watch the video another time and revisit this erotic escapade didn’t, even for a moment, shame her. She felt the opposite; she couldn’t wait, and when they did, Flynn was going to find himself restrained while she did all kinds of naughty things to him.
“Do you like the taste of me?” he asked roughly.
Not willing to release him to answer, she nodded and hummed, “Ummhumm.”
“Do you like me in your mouth?”
“Ummhmmmm.”
“Why?”
“Mmm” was her response.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
Regretfully, she released him from her lip lock. Though before she told him all of the reasons why she loved him this way, she licked the wide glistening head and sucked him deeply into her mouth one more time for good measure.
“Christ,” he growled, digging his fingers into her scalp. The pain mingled with the wild rock of his hips went straight to her pulsing core. When he tried to pull away, she used her teeth to hold him.
“Oh, you are going to pay for that.”
Reverently, Izzy tongued him as her lips sucked his hot thickness.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned.
Izzy smiled, and in that instant, he slid out of her mouth. Quickly, he untied her and hoisted her up into his arms. “We’re taking a shower. Then I’m chaining you to my bed for the next month.”
Hot water sprayed them in the big walk-in. Wordless, because no words were needed, Flynn lathered her up, and while he made every effort to keep his actions platonic, so that he could make love to her in his bed, Izzy had other ideas. Her body ached with a need so powerful she nearly wept with frustration. When Flynn’s hands slid along her breasts, she moaned and turned to face him, grasping his shaft in her hands, and slowly stroked him.
“You never answered my question, Isa,” he said, sliding his hands down the curve of her back to her bottom.
Licking his hard nipple, she gazed up at him and had to think through her sex-induced fog.
“Why do you like my cock in your mouth?”
“I love how you taste.” Running her fingertips along the underside of his scrotum, she smiled when his eyes narrowed. “I love how you respond to me.”
Her hand wrapped around his impressive erection. Slowly she fisted him. Air hissed from his lungs.
“Me too.” Prying her fingers from around him, Flynn turned her around. “But you’ve forgotten, I’m in control this time.” As punishment for her impudence, he lathered her from behind and slid his cock between her butt cheeks and plucked her swollen nipples.
“Flynn,” she mewed. “Stop torturing me.”
Pressing her to his chest and hips, he lowered his lips to her ear. “First rule you need
to learn, love, is patience.”
He caught her ear between his lips and sucked. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. She obeyed instantly.
Lathering up a soft cloth, he moved around to face her. “Don’t move,” he sternly said, then dropped to a knee. Her body quivered despite the warm rush of water. “If you move, I’m turning off this shower and you’ll sleep alone tonight.”
Mutely, she nodded, trying valiantly to stand still. While he slathered up her legs, his fingertips sweeping along her engorged lips, Izzy bit her bottom lip to keep from making a sound. Squeezing her eyes closed, she stood ramrod stiff, afraid that if she looked down at him, all bets would be off.
“Good girl,” he crooned, coming to a stand. Warm water glided across her body. He moved her thighs apart and changed the water flow from rain shower to firm pulse stream.
Taking the hand held part of the shower head, Flynn directed it along her shoulders in long soothing strokes, then down her back, slowly around her hips, and up between her breasts. He then circled each nipple. The warm steady pulse pummeling her erogenous zones pushed her back to the edge. When he moved down her belly to the rise of her mound, she steeled herself.
“You should see yourself, Isa. Your breasts are so lush and your nipples so swollen, craving my lips on them.” He moved into her space, lowering the showerhead, the spray catching the edge of her clitoris.
“Ahhh,” she breathed. “Please.” He moved it lower, to her sensitive lips. “Flynn, please!” she begged.
“How close are you, sweetheart?”
Opening her eyes, she bit her lip. His eyes were molten with desire. “On the very edge.” He smiled and turned off the water.
Swooping her up into his arms, he strode with her, both dripping wet from the shower into the bedroom where he tossed her onto the bed.
Wide-eyed, Izzy stared at him. His body glistened with moisture, his muscles tight beneath his tanned skin. His erection was dark, swollen and hungry. As her eyes traveled along his flat abs to his wide muscular chest, then to the firm set of his lips, she held her breath staring into his fierce eyes. Swallowing, she moved back on the bed, parting her thighs just enough to give him a glimpse of what he so badly wanted.