by CJ Bishop
But that was merely the appetizer. Flynn hadn’t yet begun to serve up the main course.
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Catrina’s legs felt rubbery as she crawled off the bed, a little stunned that he hadn’t asked her to go. She was even more stunned by the fact that she wasn’t ready to leave. She didn’t know a single thing about this man except that his bedroom skills put Armand to shame, yet she already sensed an attachment forming.
No. Don’t go there, girl. Not this fast and not with some horny guy you picked up at a bar. You’re just feeling vulnerable because of the shit Armand pulled. Get your head straight, baby, and just enjoy the sex—but don’t get caught in another web of lies.
Good advice. And she would do her damnedest to heed the warning. But her damnedest proved to be a piss-poor effort when she entered the bathroom and saw Flynn standing there, holding open the shower door for her—his thick cock already revived, curving upward towards his lean muscular stomach with no softness to it whatsoever. She had suspected he might bounce back quickly, but not this fast.
A tickle quivered through her belly button and skittered down into her loins. She was shocked by how much she wanted him to fuck her again. Summoning what composure she could manage, she entered the shower and moved beneath the hot spray, trembling as the steaming water cascaded over her fevered skin.
Flynn followed and closed the frosted glass door behind him. His hand dropped to his stiff member, wrapped around the thick shaft and began to stroke slowly. Her eyes were helpless to follow his movements, cataloging each and every vein swollen with blood, the crown of his cock-head a plump mushroom, precum forming pearl drops then being swept away as his palm rubbed up over the tip and smeared the juices back down his dick.
Her gaze shifted with effort to the man’s face and was seized by his intense stare. The unexpected bond she’d felt earlier…tightened like a rope that was slowly stretched taut, drawing her deeper and deeper in. What is happening? How could this stranger affect her this strongly? It scared her because Armand had had this kind of effect on her at the start, and he had gained control, manipulated their relationship—and her heart—then betrayed her. She didn’t need another man of the same caliber walking in and taking control of her life and her emotions. She didn’t want someone who wished to control her, but someone who wanted to…
Love you.
Caterina thrust the thought away. It was too easy to confuse feelings of infatuation and lust with budding notions of love. And it was especially easy to do so in intense sexual situations like this one.
Flynn closed in, his naked body a few inches from her own, the tip of his cock grazing her neatly trimmed bush as he continued to stroke it slowly. His free arm rested against the shower wall above her head as he leaned in close and ran his lips across her ear, water streaming over them both. “I wanted you the second I saw you,” Flynn whispered with a throaty rasp that sparked every nerve in Caterina’s body. “Spend the night with me?”
“What...?” Dryness invaded her throat, she tried to swallow but found it impossible. Her fingertips sizzled, aching to touch him, feel his skin beneath her hands once again. She reached out tentatively and flattened her palms on his hips. He flinched, a quiet, stiff breath lodging in his throat.
God, he feels so good, she moaned to herself and wondered startlingly what it would be like to share a bed with him every night. Don't go there, girl. That's dangerous territory. Just fuck the man and be done with him.
No words were spoken as she dug in her fingertips and slowly drew his hips forward until the head of his cock pressed between her slick pussy lips and nudged her clit. A soft, firm – “Mmm!” – leaped from her lips and she rolled her hips forward a bit, sliding her pussy across the topside of his dick.
“Fuck,” he groaned in her ear, his hot breath suddenly staggered, broken.
CHAPTER 5
“All Night Long”
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Her soft, warm, silky wet folds wrapped his hard flesh. The nub of her clit brushed over the swollen veins on the top of his cock. Fuck, she was so wet. So ready to be fucked again. His cock hardened a fraction more as he flattened both hands on the wall above her head and stroked his dick through her satin split, raking firmly against her sensitive nub, his cock-head nudging the entrance into her hot, tight body.
The urge to lift her up, pin her against the wall and ram inside her was intoxicating, but he resisted. Flynn leaned in, his parted lips hovering at the corner of her mouth. He shoved his cock through her pussy with added force and intensity, thrusting at her with barely controlled need.
“Fuck.” Caterina gasped sharp and her nails clawed his flexing hips. She gripped his tight ass cheeks, squeezed, pulling him against her as she fucked him back with renewed eagerness. “Oh fuck, Flynn…yes…”
A tight groan swelled in his chest, his jaw clenched and he stabbed his dick through her wet split until she was clawing his flesh, writhing and screaming, coming hard. Before she even caught her breath, she was on her knees before him, hands clamped around his swollen cock, stroking. She licked up and down his wet shaft, sucked his cock head, fondled his tight balls.
Flynn dropped one hand and cupped the back of her head then gripped a fistful of her wet hair. “Ah fuck…” he panted. Each syllable squeezed out tight, strained. “Suck my cock, baby...”
The heat of her mouth engulfed him without having to ask twice.
“Fuck!” God, she has the sweetest mouth. He clawed the shower wall and his knees nearly buckled when Caterina sucked him into her throat. “Ah shit, girl...do it...deep throat that dick, baby.”
Caterina moaned and Flynn shuddered as his entire cock hummed. Her hands twisted in a spiral motion, following her mouth up and down his thick meat.
“Oh my god.” Flynn sank his dick into her throat, her soft, strong lips gripping him, pulling at him as she sucked him with her whole mouth, her velvet tongue slithering all around his throbbing flesh.
Oh fuck, that feels good.
Her eyes turned up to his as she gazed at him from beneath her dark, damp lashes. An unexpected pressure squeezed his chest and he cupped her face then slid his fingers up through her hair. Forbidden words that scared the fuck out of him danced across his tongue, walking a tight rope across his lips. An ache cut through him and he bit back his reckless notions before they could announce themselves and indict him.
He growled when Caterina squeezed his cock with her lips and slowly pulled up the length of his shaft, then sucked hard on the head. His breath caught and held, his throat constricted, working irregularly. When she released him, he gasped with force then sucked in a deep breath.
“We should...” Caterina flicked his cock with her tongue, tickling the V groove beneath the plump head. Flynn swore sharp, his chest heaving, dick jumping against her touch. “...go back to the bedroom...get more comfortable.”
The bedroom. God, he wanted her in his bed again—in his bed, not just on it—feel her naked body beneath his sheets, beneath him. No other woman he’d been with had ever felt quite like she did, writhing beneath him, clawing at his skin, her body and mouth begging him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.
“As you wish,” he murmured. He lifted her to her feet and grabbed her face, kissing her hard. When they broke apart, Caterina panted against his lips, breath rattled. She shuddered, eyes heavy, fevered as she gazed up into his face. “Stay the night with me,” he whispered again, breath ragged. He kissed her trembling lips. “Let me fuck you all night long.”
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God, yes, Caterina trembled within, then voiced it out loud. “Yes…”
They left the shower without drying off and returned to the bedroom. This time, Flynn peeled back the blankets and sheet, inviting her into his bed—which felt wonderfully and frighteningly intimate on a much deeper level than merely sexual. Back at the pub, when she had sensed him moving in on her, she hadn’t expected this of him. Their first fuck—yes; hot and intense
and wild. That she had expected. But…
Stay the night…let me fuck you all night long.
Not that.
She had thought he would want her gone as quickly as possible after they fucked. She’d thought that she would have wanted to go as quickly. She didn’t. And he didn’t.
Flynn slid between the sheets and beckoned her to join him. Though they had just shared an intense fuck—not to mention blowing him in the shower—Caterina was suddenly nervous and uncertain about crawling into bed with him. It no longer felt like a “quickie”, an insignificant one-night stand. He had made a point of asking her to stay with him through the night. Maybe it meant nothing other than he thought she was a good fuck and wanted more of that. It was actually kind of silly to think any deeper meaning applied. They had just met.
“Something wrong?” Flynn shifted his hips and his hard cock twitched, urging her to get in bed with the man.
“No.” She cleared her throat nervously and climbed in next to him. The blankets were left thrown back and only the sheet drawn up over their nude bodies. Caterina shivered when his hands touched her naked skin, caressing, savoring. She whimpered and sank against the pillows as his mouth began to explore her body all over again. His warm, strong lips sucked her stiff nipples, sending tiny shockwaves straight down between her thighs, causing her to moan and writhe a little. He gently bit her rigid buds, tugging, drawing nipple and tit flesh into his mouth. “Uuhhh…”
He rubbed his palm down her flat, quivering stomach and between her legs, slowly circling her clit with his middle finger as he switched his mouth to her other breast. Her senses went wild as he quickly brought her to orgasm and her body convulsed with the surge of ecstasy. Flynn withdrew his hand and smeared her juices all around one nipple then sucked and licked her clean.
“Fuck…” he groaned low and deep and wrapped his arms around her trembling body, pulling her up against him. His cock slipped between her thighs and stroked across her throbbing clit. He rocked his hips to a gentle rhythm, his mouth on her throat, palms cupping her tense ass cheeks as he dragged another orgasm from deep within her core.
“Uuuh!” Caterina gasped and clung to him. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, breath puffing, nails gouging. “Oh, my God…”
His chest rumbled with a light chuckle and he nipped her throat then sucked until she was panting and desperately rubbing her wet flesh back and forth along his thick dick, bringing herself to climax.
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“Fuck, baby…” Flynn shuddered and squeezed her ass. I want to fuck you so bad right now. He released her and twisted over, retrieving a condom packet from the nightstand drawer on his side of the bed. His hands shook as he ripped it open and sheathed his engorged member.
Before he could turn back to her, Caterina was on top of him, straddling his body. She gripped his cock and guided it to her entrance as she sank her hot pussy down onto his rigid shaft. Holy fuck. A hard shiver raced through him, stretching his dick deeper inside her.
“Oh fuck, girl…” he groaned unsteadily and grabbed her hips, pushing up, grinding her very core. Caterina gasped sharply and clutched his forearms, her head tilting back, eyes closing…lips parting, exhuming a series of trembling moans. Oh my God, she is so fucking sexy.
Flynn pumped his dick inside her. She shuddered and gradually caught his rhythm…then took control. Oh fuck yes. Caterina’s hips swayed and rocked and rolled with feline grace, gently bouncing her full breasts. Her arms snaked up behind her head as she got into it with added vigor, thrusting up and down on his cock. Her tits bounced harder, entrancing Flynn as her inner pussy muscles squeezed his dick with amazing strength, causing his balls to tighten and fill up fast.
“Oh my God!” Flynn choked on a hard gasp. “Yes, baby—fuck me! Fuck me!”
Short, sharp pants and whimpers tumbled off Caterina’s parted lips and she fucked him harder. She dropped forward, nails digging into his chest, and rode him wildly, tits swaying above him. “Oh my God,” she panted erratically, breath breaking. “Oh fuck yes…”
Flynn shoved up on one elbow and grabbed her left breast, squeezing her firm flesh. He raked his thumb over her hard nipple then engulfed the nub and a generous portion of her tit, sucking forcefully.
“Uh!” Caterina choked on a shaky cry and rammed her pussy on his cock harder and faster.
Pulling off her tit, Flynn gasped and sat forward, crushing her in his arms. He kissed her fiercely, fingers gouging her ass as he urgently pumped her up and down on his pulsing rod. Her body locked and she clawed his back as she whimpered sharply into his mouth and came all over his cock.
Flynn didn’t slow down, continued to bounce her on his dick until she broke from their kiss and screamed out loud as a second orgasm tore through her. Hot slick juices coated his shaft, dribbling down to coat his balls. His throbbing cock slipped furiously in and out of her pulsing body as he grunted and panted, feeling his own orgasm mounting fast, pushing the cum from his balls and into his shaft.
“Oh fuck!” He threw her down on the bed and fucked her with all his strength, his mind a blind haze of ecstasy, heart pumping so hard and fast he feared it might explode before he did.
“Yes, Flynn—fuck me! Harder! Fuck me!” Caterina clawed at his body, the very tension in her supple muscles telling him she wanted to cum again.
Flynn pounded her, all control lost, shaking the bed wildly, driving her into the mattress as she screamed and begged for him to fuck her harder—make her cum! And he did—seconds before he unloaded and filled the condom to capacity.
He couldn’t stop, even after he blew his wad, and continued to fuck her. She held on, legs cinched tightly around his hot, sweaty body, fucking him back until neither had any strength left and collapsed against the bed.
Flynn hardly had time to pull out of her and discard the condom before they both dropped into a deep, satisfied sleep; thoroughly exhausted.
CHAPTER 6
“Whispers in the Dark”
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Something pulled Sanchez from his deep slumber. He was a heavy sleeper, but could come awake with the slightest subconscious sense that something was wrong. Tonight, the pull wasn’t alarming and his rise to consciousness was calm, his heart rate only slightly heightened when he opened his eyes. The first thing he became aware of was the empty bed beside him where Cruz should have been sleeping soundly.
He let out a long, deep breath and rubbed his eyes, looking around the shadowed bedroom. He spotted Cruz’s naked silhouette in front of the window, his back to the room, hands gripping the window frame.
Sanchez left the bed and walked barefoot and bare-assed across the cold, hardwood floor. “Should I be concerned?” Sanchez squeezed Cruz’s waist and kissed his shoulder.
“About what?” Cruz murmured.
“That you found someone out there in the night who’s more interesting than what you have right here in your bed?”
Cruz sighed and pushed back against him. “There isn’t anyone, anywhere, more interesting than you.”
“Good to know,” Sanchez whispered, smiled, and kissed the nape of his neck. “So, why aren’t you in bed with me if I’m so interesting?”
A low shudder rippled through Cruz when Sanchez snuggled his crotch to his boyfriend’s ass, his heavy cock immediately responding, hardening a fraction. Cruz slid his hands down the window frame, his breath quickening a little. “Just thinking about Cat. It isn’t like her to just go out and hook up with a stranger. I don’t like it at all. There’re too many dangerous men out there. I know she can take care of herself, for the most part, but she’s still vulnerable—emotionally if not physically.”
“Did you try calling her? Just to check up on her?”
Cruz shook his head. “We’re overprotective as it is. I don’t want to smother her. But she’s like a little sister, I can’t help but worry about her. We know what’s out there, and sometimes it scares the fuck out of me to even let her out of the
house.”
“She knows what’s out there, too,” Sanchez reminded. “She practically grew up in our world. Maybe she wasn’t exposed to the worst of the worst, but she’s still informed.”
“I know.” Cruz turned around and rested against the window sill, gripped Sanchez by the hips and pulled him closer. “I worry about her too much.” He kissed the center of Sanchez’s chest and slid his hands around behind him, cupping his ass. His fingers slowly kneaded his cheeks, slipping into his crack. “Guess I just need to get my mind on something else.” He gently ground Sanchez’s nipple between his teeth, extracting a hard gasp from the man.
“Maybe so,” Sanchez groaned as a low throb began to pulse through his member. He ran his hands through Cruz’s thick, black hair and his stomach quivered when Cruz sucked his upper ab muscles—now tense and flexed hard as stone. Cruz shifted one hand to the front and reached between Sanchez’s legs and fondled his balls, squeezing and tugging. “Fuck…” Sanchez lifted one leg and rested his foot on the window sill, allowing his lover more room to maneuver.
“I really love how fast you get hard,” Cruz murmured with a rasp and wrapped his fist around Sanchez’s thick cock, sliding his hand up and down his shaft as he took the head in his mouth.
“Oh…fuck…” Sanchez shuddered, his skin prickling. He reached over the top of Cruz and grasped the window frame as he slowly began to rock his hips, nudging his dick deeper and deeper inside Cruz’s mouth until the man was practically swallowing him whole. His foot dropped to the floor, his legs spread wide, as he fucked his lover’s throat with deep, controlled strokes. “Uuhhh…God…you suck cock so good, babe.”
Moments later, they were on the bed, Cruz’s hands flattened against the wall as Sanchez took him from behind. He grabbed handfuls of Cruz’s generous, scrumptious ass, spread open his cheeks, and watched his own swollen cock pump in and out of his lover’s tight, greased hole, stretched taut around his thick shaft.
