by Wyatt, Dani
Flynn sunk a finger into her heat. Her body was juicing up and already running down his hand.
Lilly nodded. Her eyes turned deep forest green, and he could see she was already close. His words and his teasing fingers were having the desired effect.
“Good, now open your fucking legs, because you’ve got some screaming to do.” He couldn’t help when he laid another harsh, loud ‘smack’ on her ass and sent her into a scream as he lowered his mouth and started to worship at her masterpiece.
“Oh my god,” Lilly trumpeted as Flynn brought on the cavalry.
After that little talk, he was in no mood for slow and easy. This time, she was getting the beast uncaged right from the get. No tender licks and gentle sucks to get her out of the gate. He needed to teach her exactly how obsessed he was with what she held between her legs.
He pushed her legs apart until he thought she might just tear in half, but he wanted her like this, completely open, vulnerable, exposed. He ate at her like a starved dog, his tongue reveling in each renewed texture, slipping in and out, up and down over the soft inner lips, the hardening nub then finally he drank at her opening as she flooded his tongue.
His own groans came from in his chest as he listened as Lilly began to purr and mew. The inner muscles of her thighs were stretched but already beginning to tremble as he sucked and gave her outer lips a little lesson with his teeth. He plunged his tongue into her opening as far as he could reach, feeling the tightness wrap around and another rush of her cream sent his mind into another stratosphere.
It would never be enough.
He learned to temper himself, to make indifference his mantle, his yoke. Until her. Until those green eyes ignited a long forgotten human inside of him and now, being here, at this altar of sweet nectar, he knew he would die before he let anyone else wrong her.
She yelped and screamed as Flynn drove her to the edge and toppled her over, her thighs squeezing around his ears in a clutch that almost broke his neck. He kept at her, her body seizing and her knuckles turned white as they grabbed for dear life onto the soft pink and faded green quilt under her.
He ate her until she started to cry.
“Owww, god, please, stop for a second — it hurts now.”
Her words said one thing, but her legs wrapped around his shoulders and gave him no doubt that he would be right back here at the fountain of joy-juice very shortly.
Only, he had his own problem. His cock was screaming at him from below in its own kind of pain. He needed her around him. To feel her walls sucking him inside and turning two people into one. That was how it felt when he was inside her, and the pull of that powerful bond wrapped around his heart as he guided his cock toward her dripping folds.
Every part of him told him to fuck hard, with a fury of a lion claiming his pride. But, he knew she was still fresh and he didn’t want to hurt her any more than necessary. His boy from below was formidable, thicker than most and claiming a good portion of the ruler from nuts to tip. One day, she would be able to take him all, deep and almost to her belly, but he gathered what little reason he had left and gave her the first few inches in an easy thrust.
“God, you feel so fucking good.” He couldn’t help the words that rumbled out as her warmth took him in.
He’d never wondered before about the miracle it was for a woman to accept a man like this. To allow him into the most vulnerable part of her body with such trust. Lilly made him think of things that before would have had him calling ‘bitch’ on himself.
His nuts were already gathering and dragging his seed up too fast. She was so tight, so new, and his dick wasn’t showing the same restraint his brain was trying to use.
“Kiss me.” Flynn held his body over hers, his head lowering as her flushed face tried to focus.
He took her mouth as his hips tightened, flexing and pushing another few inches inside, back and forth until her pussy twitched around him and he felt the magic of her walls begin to work his shaft.
“Fuck yes, so good,” he rumbled as they drew back for a breath. Flynn rocked forward, pressing as much of him inside her as he thought she could take.
He started to fuck into her with more force than probably was safe, but she was juicing and her hips were beginning to rise up to take more and he was only more than happy to oblige.
Her body stretched to take his girth, her arms came around his neck and Flynn reached to her ankles, guiding her feet to his shoulders, hoping to hell she could take him at this angle.
“Hold on — if it’s too much, just tell me.”
He stroked into her, moving faster as he lost himself in the tight clutch of her pussy. He’d never felt anything so perfect, as though her body was created just for him. Her walls gathered around, and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.
The bed slammed against the wall, chipping the hundred-year-old mortar that held the stone walls together. Flynn slammed his hips into her opening, listening to her gasp and yelp, but even through the fuck-hurt sounds, she raised her hips, her back arching and her eyes rolling back until all he saw was white.
Her pussy wept all over his dick as Flynn gritted his teeth and her body locked down, practically cementing him in place as Lilly came with a silent roar and her body began to twist like a demon had taken her over.
“Fuck, yes, babe, cum on my cock. Come, babygirl…”
Flynn did his best to hold his own sap back, but it was no use. She was too tight, too wet and beautiful and perfect and watching her face as she came pushed him over his own edge.
He dragged his flared dick out and managed to straddle her as her face began to come back to life.
“Take it. Take it in your mouth…”
Her hands came up and her cherry pink lips opened, her eyes still glazed with her own bliss as Flynn roared into the ceiling, a deep rumble of a release so pure and explosive, he wasn’t sure if he was coming or having a heart attack.
“Fuck, yes.” He stroked the slick length, and Lilly’s tongue took the first gush.
He came so hard, the muscles in his legs shook and his abs clenched and he let out another five or six huge hot cum shots into her mouth and onto her hot cheeks.
Seeing her tongue and lips covered with white only sent his cock digging down to find his second wind before he’d even fully emptied.
“God, you’re so beautiful, even wearing me on your face. That’s like a damn Kodak moment right there.” Flynn gave her a half-grin as he swooped a finger across her chin, gathered up the string that began to drip.
“Swallow it all.” He fed her from his fingers as her mouth closed around and she swallowed hard.
Watching her lick her lips and take in his essence with such joy, he felt even closer to her than the moment before, if that was even possible.
At twenty-seven years old, Flynn felt like a damn teenager again.
Around her, all he could think about was fucking. If the law and Mother Nature would allow, he’d be just fine never leaving this little room, discovering every way to make her scream and cream and live inside her pussy.
It wasn’t enough. His dick hadn’t let down a centimeter, but from some of the high-pitched yelps Lilly gave him the last few deep strokes, he knew he needed to at least be a gentleman and give her a good few minutes before he figured out the next way he needed to take her.
“Come here.” Flynn eased her legs together and gathered her against him as he leaned back into the pillows. He longed to hold her here, curled on his lap, enveloped in his arms where no one else could get to her.
She was warm and soft against the hardened lines of his torso. Her almost translucent peaches and cream skin made a sharp contrast to his mass of dark, explosive tattoos.
“Hmmm.” She hummed into him and burrowed her head into his neck.
Jesus, fuck. That’s the most beautiful fucking sound I’ve ever heard. She feels safe here, content, happy. Kill me now because that is the damn pinnacle of my fucking life, right there.
“Babe.” Flynn kissed the top of her head, and she wiggled into him another inch, setting the slick moisture of her glory against his thigh, shooting daggers of lust up and down his still hard dick.
She needs to stop moving like that, or I’m never going to get another word out of my mouth.
“Hmmm?”
“First off, you okay? Did that hurt as bad as last night?”
Some might think it unromantic to deal with the practicalities of this part of their life, but for Flynn, taking care of her meant everything. Body, mind, soul, spirit and most of all, pussy.
“No. Not as bad. Still hurt though.” She raised her chin to give him a sultry grin, sending his heated blood pumping harder. “Your heart is rocking out pretty hard, you know. You out of shape?”
“No, I’ve never come so damn hard in my fucking life. It’s your fault. You have some kind of magic potion swirling around down there, sucks the damn life right out of me. Practically thought I was going to have a fucking heart attack like some old, fat chump keeling over on the last fuck of his life.”
The sound of her laugh grew his still pounding heart another size or two. Making her laugh and making her scream were the two things he knew would be his purpose in life from now on.
“God! Really, you just said that? You have no shame, Dunleavy. When I imagined what my first time would be like, it certainly wasn’t this. Or, well, I mean last night. But, I guess I just imagined it so differently.”
Flynn tried to hold back his need to spin her around on his lap and have her talk to him while riding his cock, but he held on to the last thread of the gentleman inside of him and reached down to give her a kiss.
She let out a soft moan and he felt her body melt into him even more. So warm, like heated silk as she rubbed into him and his brain struggled to form conscious thought.
“What did you think it would be? I warn you, if you start to describe anything even remotely sexy, I cannot be held responsible for not letting you finish, because, well…” He shifted his hips, trying to keep his cock from being snapped in half under her hip.
“I just thought…” She snuggled into him, her eyes looking across at the overflowing bucket of flowers on the crooked, white painted table against the wall. “I thought it would be like… rushed, quick. In and out, without any words or discussion. Just a fumbling around, a few grunts and then, I knew it was supposed to hurt, done. I guess I never even really thought about all the other stuff. I just figured it was this-part-into-that-part, do a few deep breaths then, finito. I never had a lot of girlfriends to discuss it with, but the ones I did have pretty much described what I thought it would be.”
“Well, first off, even the remote thought of anyone doing that to you makes me want to climb the damn wall and shoot poison arrows. Second, I can’t say sometimes it’s not like that. But, last night, when I saw you, when I felt you and I knew it was our time, all the ways I’d wanted to love you rushed in at once. There would never be enough time to allow me to show you all the wonders I want to explore with you. With you — it sounds like I’m a damn bitch even to me — but with you, I feel like it’s the first time, like this whole new book just opened and every time that came before was just a pin prick on a black sky, and what I feel when I’m with you, fuck—” He looked up at the ceiling and drew her tight against him. “—you’re like some super nova. Like the brightest light I’ve ever seen. Like time stops or some crazy shit. I don’t know, you’ve cast some crazy Irish spell on my ass and that pussy of yours, Mary and Joseph, it’s got me bagged and tagged.”
“Whatever, god.” Her face turned three deeper shades of red.
“Don’t do that. I don’t care what those voices in your screwed-up, gorgeous head might be telling you, but I’m going to do some debriefing on your ass. You deserve this, you deserve more than this. And, I’m going to figure out how to give it to you.”
“Oh yeah? I do have some of my own brain power, you know.”
“Yeah, I do know. Only, you’ve also got some chains around you that seem to keep you tied to people who don’t give a fuck about you. I’m here to break those.”
“I know you may not understand, but everything I do — I mean on one hand, I love what I do. The way my brain just has this overwhelming need to put the puzzle together, to figure out how to make it work. But, it’s all for a purpose. I don’t care about anything but trying to save my mom. To get her here. If there was another way, I’d have figured it out. But, he’s holding too many cards. My Visa, the money for her treatment. He could have me deported, you know that, right?”
Flynn locked his jaw, his teeth grinding together.
“I’m going to figure it out. Don’t fucking worry, all right? You just keep your head down a little longer. I’m not letting you fall, so just trust me, okay?”
He heard her little sigh and she exhaled warm onto his chest. She would need a lesson in letting him handle this shit, he could tell, but right now, she needed something else, his ears and his promise.
“He told me — if I screw up, if I go against him, he’s got me set up for some kind of crime. Something he said would send me back to Ireland without a penny in my pocket, and he would be sure my mom never got out of Adare. You know he can do it; he has the power.”
He felt her tense. She was getting lost in a dark place and Flynn was having none of it.
Chapter Nineteen
The sudden flood of what had happened between them came over Lilly like a cold bucket of water. Wasn’t it enough that she had come here to discover the dapper, sophisticated man who courted her back home was really just a sadistic, well-dressed thug whose only interest was furthering his bank accounts and his position is this crazy life they had?
“Don’t. I can see the damn wheels turning. Stop it or you’re going to be over my knee with a ripe red ass to give you some clarity.” Flynn’s brow tightened. The smell of his breath was still sweet with her sex, and her belly fluttered involuntarily at the scent and the furious passion in his stare.
“I can’t. How do I just—”
“You just do. I’m done telling you, you got that? DONE. You give me your trust, or I’m going to give you a little reminder of just how much that pussy can hurt. Got it?”
Lilly let out a little sound like a tiny steam engine, but rested her head into his shoulder.
Listening to his heart beat in her ear, his skin warm and smooth on her cheek, she let herself have the moment, desperately trying to leave any other thoughts outside the door of their little paradise.
Flynn began to play with one long tendril of hair. He twirled it in his hands. She watched his fingers move the strawberry blonde length between them and a deep throbbing started down low as she remembered all the things those fingers could do to her.
He had those perfect, strong man’s hands. She could see the veins pressing out on the tops of the bones, the way they moved under the layer of skin. His fingers were long, his knuckles obviously used to meeting over and over with objects hard and soft.
God, how can a guy’s hands turn me on so much? Like they are as beautiful as his face, as this god-like crafted body. What am I doing here? ME. I really think any second I’m about to be the punch line in some cruel schoolyard joke. I mean, I’m the plump, curly redhead with the weird walk and the brain. It was not a good combination for making friends, let alone boyfriends. Not that I was all that interested in any of that. The men in my life had certainly not given me any reason to try to seek out a relationship. As far as I was concerned, that was the last thing I wanted in my life.
“I really need to go. Mac will start to wonder why I’m so late, and I don’t want him to call someone to check—”
Even as the words left her lips, she pressed her curled body harder into his and she listened as Flynn sighed softly into her hair.
The hardness against her hip gave a quick jerk and she could feel a simmering between her legs. Watching each pull of tendons in his shoulders, down the ink of his bicep and into thos
e magnificent hands, had her body on autopilot.
Sexy was not even close to what he encompassed. Besides the sheer power of his form, he walked with a confidence that moved people instinctively out of his way. The long, full sleeve of classic indigo ink exploded over his skin in a wild multitude of skulls, primal graphic forms, words and images of meanings Lilly hoped to know someday.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
His lips met her neck and even though something made her want to push away, something stronger sent her arms around him. There existed a force within him, something that told her he was her shelter, a port in a storm. Even as she tried to be rational, her instinct overrode her.
“Stand.”
A one word order, not a request.
His hands guided her to stand over him as he leaned back on the pillows. A flash of terror crossed her mind, thinking he couldn’t want her like this.
But, that was exactly what he wanted and Lilly felt her lower lips tingle, but her brain shut down, pulling her legs together as Flynn’s hands steadied her on the soft mattress of the day bed,
“Don’t fucking do that, I told you.”
Flynn brought his palm down in a ‘smack’ on the side of her ass.
