by E. S. Carter
“You’re gonna ride me, Flynn Phillips. You’re gonna take what you need exactly how you want it.”
Shine-a-fucking-light. As my non-swearing mother would say, without the effing of course. He wants me to ride his cock?
I swallow thickly and look down his straining shaft. It’s long, thick and perfectly formed. I want to know how it feels inside me so badly, but did I mention how fucking long and thick it is?
“I don’t think I can… I mean, I’d rather you just…”
He reaches out and runs his palm over my side from ribs to hip. “Trust me. This way will be better for you. You call the shots. You take what you want.”
His soothing touch, the emotion reflected in his hazel eyes and the way he looks at me like I’m not just something to him but his everything, takes the edge off my nerves. But it’s his next words that send a fucking inferno through my veins.
“So scoot up here and sit on my face. I’m going to open you up with my tongue.”
Somebody call an ambulance. I think I’m seconds away from a cardiac arrest.
Sheer instinctual need has me obeying his orders without him having to ask me again. With a knee on either side of his head, I look into his desire filled eyes, before he scoots down further and licks me from tip to base. When his wicked tongue traces further down, and he slowly sucks my balls into his warm mouth one after the other, I swear I see stars.
Lower and lower his wet heat travels, over my sensitive and rarely touched taint until firm hands part my cheeks and warm air tickles my puckered hole which clenches in response.
Then sensation is everywhere as firm licks tease my opening, a feeling that spreads through me like wildfire and pulses through my cock which stands hard and heavy, weeping with the need for release.
Isaac points his tongue and ruthlessly thrusts it past the initial ring of resistance. The feeling foreign, dirty but oh so fucking good.
“More, Iz. Give me more.”
A finger joins his tongue, at first tapping at my opening sending tingles straight to my balls. When it’s slick with his saliva, he teases in the tip, his mouth still licking and sucking overpowering the slight sting I feel at the obtrusion. Slowly, so slowing he pushes it further and the sting turns into a burn before quickly fading out when he begins to pump.
In and out. Lick and suck.
Over and over and over, until I’m delirious and humping thin air, grinding my arse against his face in a wanton display of my desire.
“More.”
Another finger is added and the process repeated, only now the burn intensifies as he scissors and twists and stretches me in preparation, yet my cock still throbs. The slight discomfort nothing compared to the want pulsing through my veins.
“Good, babe, so good.” He mumbles beneath me. His praise like a flame to an incendiary device.
I lift up and lose his tongue and fingers, his eyes immediately flicking to mine, his mouth and chin glistening with saliva.
“Need you inside me. Need it now,” I pant out between ragged breaths.
With a close of his eyes and a quick nod, he pushes himself back up the bed at the same time I slink down.
With quick fingers, he uncaps the bottle of lube and thoroughly covers his cock.
“Lower yourself on me, babe. Use your hands to guide me in.”
You’d think after the attention he just paid to my hole, that this would be the easy part. I’m so turned on that when I place the tip of his slick cock at my entrance, I’m frustrated he doesn’t just slip in.
“Relax,” he says while rubbing his hands up my taut thighs. “Bear down on me, push out and let me in.”
Easy for him to say.
Fumbling and unsure, I did as he instructed and bore down as he lightly pushes up. When my opening finally lets in just the very tip of his cock, I have to swallow a groan of pain. Fuck me that hurts.
My previously rock hard cock begins to deflate and my face grimaces with determination to let him inside.
“Ssh, it’ll get easier, don’t force me. Let me in.”
“I’m trying to let you…” he slips in another inch and fire floods my tight channel “…in”. The noise I emit is a pained one, but he’s finally inside, and I try to temper my reactions, needing him to fulfil his promise and make this good.
“Fuck, babe. You’re so tight.” His hips tilt up, and I continue to bear down until I am fully seated on his cock, my own length now only semi-hard and his balls flush against my arse.
I pry open my eyes and stare down at the man who is the first person I have ever let inside me, body and mind. The connection I feel to him is overwhelming.
My eyes on his, I slowly rise up an inch and then sit back down, over and over I repeat the move until the discomfort subsides and the burn turns into one of pleasure. My cock reawakens, as he gently thrusts to meet my movements, the head of his cock lightly teasing a spot inside me that has me groaning for more.
“Can you feel that, babe? You want more?”
“Yes,” I exhale rolling my hips to deepen that feeling when he’s fully seated inside me.
With a measured pump of his hips, the next thrust doesn’t just stroke over that magical spot, it nails it, and my mouth opens on a silent scream.
“That’s it, babe. Ride me harder.”
My cock is as hard as a rock and bouncing painfully as I increase my movements chasing that feeling that has me ready to explode.
With my legs beginning to tremble, I rest my palms on his chest to steady myself, and then I move with purpose. He pours more lube into his hand and then wraps a tight fist around my bobbing cock at the same moment I bear down, and the dual sensations strip the air from my lungs.
“Breathe, Flynn,” he whispers before claiming my lips. His hand pumps my shaft while his tongue fucks into my mouth to the same rhythm I bounce on his cock. It’s too good. It’s too much, and I don’t have the chance to warn him I’m about to come. Tearing my lips from his, my head rears back, and I roar. My cum spills all over his hand, and thick ribbons of my release paint his chest. The sight of me coming apart all over him has him thrusting only twice more, and he punches his hips upwards gaining him yet more of my never-ending ejaculation. It patterns the perfect ridges of his taut body and with a groan to rival mine, both his hands grip my hips as he digs his cock deep one last time, and floods me with his release.
Completely spent, I collapse on top of him. His cock still twitching inside me, a delicious soreness letting me know he’s still there. Still a part of me.
One. That’s what we now are. Two bodies, two hearts, two souls wrapped together so tightly that where he ends, I begin.
“Don’t move,” he breathes out when I shiver against him, my body stripped, my scarred heart open and his for the taking.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
Filming continues at a frantic pace, the summer months flashing by in a never-ending tangle of work and Flynn.
Every waking minute that we have free we spend together. Most of our nights are spent in each other’s beds. Sometimes just to sleep, too tired from a long day on set, but mostly we fuck, our need for each other inextinguishable.
It’s a novel feeling for me to want to be with someone more than once. My philosophy has always been that life is too short not to explore all it has to offer and everyone who offers themselves.
Until Flynn.
What it is that draws me to him is inexpressible. I’ve had plenty of handsome, fit, scorching hot men in my bed, and equally as many beautiful women, but none that I have connected with on the level I have with Flynn.
Maybe the sonnets written by poets are true.
Maybe his soul calls to mine. Maybe he’s the other half of me, the key to my lock, the yin to my yang. Maybe, just as in life and dreams, love has no limitations or impossibilities.
It finds you. Not the other way around.
Maybe he’s the one.
My one.
Because there is one thing th
at I know to be true. I’ve fallen for this man. This funny, cocky, incredibly sexy, utterly insatiable man.
And when we lie at night silent, spent and content in each other’s arms, I know he feels the same way.
Now we have just two weeks left to wrap up filming. Two weeks left where I get to spend every night wrapped around the man I am going to be unable to give up. Yet, we have not talked about the future, or of what lies in store for us when the job is done.
I’m sitting alone in the screening trailer when Jake enters.
“Well, I never. He lives. I thought it was a rumour, like the one about Elvis, but here you are alive and breathing before my very eyes.”
I shake my head and reply, “You saw me yesterday at the crew meeting.”
“Yeah, I thought you were an apparition.”
“What do you want, Jake? You only bug me when you want something.”
He drags the chair out from under the desk beside me and spins it around so he can straddle it and lean his chin on the backrest.
“I’ve invited Mum and Dad down for the weekend. They’re staying with Emmy and me, but I wanted to throw a barbeque and thought you’d like to invite Phillips.”
“His name is Flynn and is this some kind of weird peace offering for being a bastard to him that one time?”
“I wasn’t a bastard.”
“Were too.”
“I was being his boss. I am still his boss, and I’m yours too.”
I glance from the paused frame in front of me and look at my older brother.
“Thanks for the invite but I’m not sure we are at the meeting the family stage quite yet.”
“Why not? Ask him. You know Mum will want to meet him, and you know she’ll just show up at your place during the still of the night to try and catch a glimpse if you don’t bring him around.”
True. My mother is a law unto herself.
“Fine. I’ll ask. Now are we ready for the scenes tomorrow? Are you happy with the bunker set up? I found the place at an old farm. It’s a fair way out of Cardiff, but it’s the perfect location for the finale.”
Yeah, I’m distracting him with work talk, so sue me, and I give silent praise to the universe when it works.
“I saw the shots you took. It’s exactly what I envisioned. Good job, little bro. I knew I hired you for a reason.”
He stands and claps me on the shoulder before walking away. I think I’m off the hook until he turns in the doorway with a big smirk on his face and says, “I already invited Phillips. I’ll see you both at my place on Sunday. No need to bring anything, except yourselves.”
Then he leaves, laughing his arse off as he goes.
Great. Just great.
I try and fail to get back into work, envisioning how Jake’s conversation might have gone with Flynn.
‘Phillips, you’re coming around to my place with your new boyfriend on Sunday to meet the folks. Say yes, or I’ll fire you.’
Yeah, I bet it went somewhere along those lines. Jake can be a funny bastard at the best of times, and he’d get a real kick out of playing the boss card to make Flynn say yes to his invitation.
Sliding my phone out of my pocket I do the only thing I can, and I send Flynn a text.
Looks like you’re meeting my parents this weekend. Sorry about him railroading you. Jake just informed me of his plans and said you’d already agreed. I can make excuses for us. We don’t have to go.
I place the phone on the desk in front of me and go back to reviewing the footage. Flynn is in filming all day, so the likelihood of him reading that text anytime soon is low.
That’s why when my phone buzzes just a few minutes later I’m surprised to see his reply.
Are you trying to get out of it for my sake or because you don’t want to introduce me to your folks?
Both?
I stare at his reply and decide to give him some honesty.
A little of both? My family can be quite… lively. Although, it’ll only be my folks, J & E and their little one. And honestly, I’ve never taken anyone home before. You’ll be a novelty for them. It’s a lot of pressure.
I wait and watch the little dots on my screen, knowing he’s typing out his reply. When the little dots stop, I assume he’s been called back on set. That is until my phone starts ringing with the song I’ve allocated to him. Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez. Yeah, it’s cheesy, but we both heard the Kings of Leon cover one night when we were lying in bed, and well, one thing led to another.
“Hey, are you taking a break or playing hooky?” I ask in greeting.
“If I said both would you grass me up to the director?”
I laugh and reply, “He’s likely on his way to you right now so I wouldn’t hang around talking to me for too long. Have you been rehearsing your fight scenes?”
“Yeah, but I haven’t called to discuss work. Just to say it’s your decision.”
“What is?”
“Whether or not you want us to go on the weekend. Jake caught me a little off-guard I’m not gonna lie, but I’m cool with going. I’d like to meet your parents. I feel like I know them already with all the stories you’ve told me.”
I hesitate, trying to find the right words.
“Iz?”
“Yeah, I’m still here.”
“If you’re not ready…”
“I’m more than ready, but if we do this, we’ll be seen as a couple to everyone important to me. That’s a lot of pressure for both of us especially since we haven’t defined what we are to each other.”
“Iz?”
“Yeah?”
“I know what we are to each other.”
“You do?” I can’t help the way my voice lowers with my question, and I suddenly wish we were alone to have this conversation.
“Yeah, I do.” His voice mimics mine and I wish I could see him. I bet he’s twisting his beloved bracelet around his wrist.
“Iz?”
“Yeah?”
“Take me to meet your parents.”
The rest of the day passes by in a manic blur. I get everything I need to done in record time and head out to the set to watch the day’s final scenes.
I arrive on set right at the time Flynn, or should I say Grim, is about to kill a man in the goriest way. Covered in fake blood and with body parts strewn all over the floor around him, I find a corner from which to watch and proudly stare transfixed at the talented man before me. A man who has never acted before and yet when Jake calls ‘Action’ I see him transform in front of my very eyes. This is what he was born to do. He’s effortless, enigmatic and he owns every scene he’s in, even when he’s not required to speak.
“Cut. That’s a wrap for today. Go and get cleaned up. It looks like you’ve been in a massacre.” Jake calls out, a broad grin on his face. This movie is going to be huge, and he knows it.
Flynn flicks the remnants of some fleshy substance off his hands, splattering it on the wall to his side. When he turns and begins to wipe the rest of it off on the side of his leg, he spots me in the corner. I say he spots me but the way he zones in on the exact place in which I stand, I know that he was aware of my presence all along.
“Hey, lover,” he says when he’s standing in front of me, quiet enough that anyone else won’t have heard. Acting is like an aphrodisiac for Flynn. He always comes off set flooded with endorphins, and I’m the lucky guy that gets to take advantage.
“Hey, killer,” I joke. It’s the same greeting I give him anytime I watch him in action. Then I whisper, “I could totally bend you over and fuck you right now. Does that make me a twisted pervert?”
Since the first night he let me into his body, Flynn has bottomed quite a few times. He’s also fucked me like a steam train on quite a few occasion and I get off on the fact that he’s willing to switch things up between us constantly
“Well, considering how I look and the fact you’re standing in a river of blood, I’d say it’s at the very least borderline kinky.”
/> “Shame. I guess I’ll just have to take you home and clean you up. Can I fuck you then?”
“With a gleam in his eye and a sinful smile on his lips, he replies, “It depends,”
“On what?”
“On whether or not you do that thing with your tongue again.”
He winks and takes a step back, and I laugh at his brazen request.
Flynn isn’t shy with me anymore. What he wants he asks for and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing ever.
“Go and transform back into Flynn and I’ll meet you at mine. If you’re really lucky, I’ll even cook for you afterwards.”
“You mean order in?”
Yeah, he found out quite quickly that the first meal I cooked for him was a fluke after I served him up burnt protein porridge for breakfast.
“Yeah, but I’ll pay, and I’ll order that dessert thing you liked last time.”
The one he ate off my naked body.
“I’ll be there in less than an hour.” He jogs off excitedly, and I can only laugh at how easy he is to please.
When he’s out of sight, I turn to leave and find Jake standing behind a camera staring at me.
“You love him, don’t you.”
I want to shrink back and deny his question, it’s a default response for me. Deny everything. But I can’t deny anything about Flynn.”
“How’d you know?”
“Because you look at him the same way he looks at you.”
I glance over my shoulder to look at the place where Flynn just stood before turning back to face my brother.
“Yeah,” I admit. “I think I do.”
“Scary shit isn’t it?” He laughs before turning and walking away.
“No,” I reply when he’s left, and I’m the only one on set. “It’s not as scary as I thought.”
It’s Sunday.
I’m in a button down shirt and smart dark wash jeans with two bunches of flowers in my hands.
