Page 52 of Coming Up Roses
“You okay, sweetheart?” I whisper against his mouth.
He takes a breath, drags his tongue along my lips and groans out a breathy, “Yes”.
I shove his shorts down, freeing his dick, then drag my hand up and down, slowly pumping him as he relaxes back into the moment. His hands wander from my waist, skimming up to trail fingertips down my throat, cupping the full swell of my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple. God, if it feels that good through fabric what would is feel like with his hands on my bare skin?
His other hand presses against my hip and I twist against the pressure until my pussy connects with his thigh and I grind down. He lets out a surprised little grunt, then immediately catches on and uses that hand to help build my momentum, guiding my hips forward and back.
“Touch me,” I whisper as pressure builds in my belly. I’m still lazily jerking him off and twist my hand over his head as I say the words. “Please, Flynn.”
Flynn’s movements stutter, then resume. His hand drags across my hip, down the outside of my thigh and back up the inside. He presses his forehead against mine, his gaze lowered between us, watching the progress of his hand. He bites his lip, then brushes his fingers against the damp fabric of my underwear.
My head falls back, hitting the wall with a dull thud. Flynn’s gaze flicks to mine. “Don’t stop,” I gasp. “I want you to bury your fingers in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he mutters as he presses his hand against me, twisting them in a tight circle. Then he hooks his fingers into the side of my underwear and shoves it aside.
His thick finger drags through me and it’s all I can do tokeep myself standing. My hand has gone still on his cock, but I can’t continue the attention I was giving it, especially not when Flynn slides inside me.
The moan I let out is guttural and raw. Flynn watches where his hand disappears under the hem of my shirt for a few moments, then his gaze lands on my face.
His cheeks are flushed, eyes burning and lips red and puffy from our kissing. His expression is so seeking I cup his cheek and whisper to him.
“More, sweetheart. It’s so good, but I need more.”
He immediately slides another finger into me, then presses his body against me, flattening me against the wall. His free hand tangles in my hair and he drags his mouth over my neck. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he murmurs against my skin.
His hips take over where my hand left off when I got distracted by his touch and he thrusts against me, fucking into my hand.
We grind together, his fingers buried inside me, my hand wrapped around him.
My whole world is Flynn and the things he’s doing to my body. Sensation builds and just when I think I can’t bear it anymore Flynn tugs at my hair.
“Come for me, Rosie,” he says, voice husky and a little desperate. My eyes flash to his. He looks utterly wrecked. Ruined. On the edge of the abyss. “Now,please.”
At his plea, I fall over that edge and my orgasm rips through my body. A moment later, Flynn grunts and shudders, his cock jerking in my hand as he spills over.
He lets out a gusty breath, rests his head against my shoulder and groans. “Fuck me.”
I laugh softly, my body still wrapped in the bliss of the afterglow. “Maybe another day,” I say, ruffling his wild red curls.
27
FLYNN
So apparently Ihave not one iota of good sense in my body.
I don’t have it in me to care.
“I’m going to need another shirt,” Abi says after long moments of me slumped against her.
Shirt. Ah yeah, because I came all over the one she’s wearing, rutting against her like a horny teenager until I begged her to come on my hand because I knew I couldn’t last another moment and didn’t want to let her down by blowing my load before she’d got off. Class act, Flynn.
She doesn’t seem to mind though. Apparently it was as hot for her as it was for me.
“Right, yes.” I push myself away from her, reluctantly breaking the contact between us.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do in this situation, when I’ve got my co-worker and friend off against thewall. But I tuck myself away, grab a fresh shirt and hand it to Abi, who disappears into the bathroom to clean up my mess.
When she’s done, I clean myself up and by the time I’m standing in the bedroom doorway trying to figure out what happens now, she’s back in my bed.
