Page 67 of Coming Up Roses
He shoves his jeans down to mid-thigh, then his tight black underwear. He fists his gorgeous thick cock and slowly drags his hand up and down the shaft.
“See what you’re doing to me, Rosie?”
“I want to do more to you,” I say between short puffs of breath. He’s barely touched me and I’m panting and desperate. I’m almost scared for the moment he does put his hands on me. I might explode.
“Yeah? What do you want to do?”
“I want to suck your cock. I want to ride it. I want to have you fuck me with it.”
Flynn groans, pausing his slow jerks. “Patience. If you’re a good girl, you’ll get to do all of those things … eventually.”
“Now,” I say, trying to sit up again, but Flynn leans down and presses his mouth to mine, keeping me in place.
“No,” he says between firm, chaste kisses. No tongue, no teeth. “First, I want to taste you.”
He drops to his knees, his hands ghosting up my thighs and sending goosebumps across my sensitive skin. He glances up at me, the confidence and control from a moment ago wavering and I can see his nerves rising to the surface.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Please.” It comes out asa low whine, my desperation clear and it seems to steady something in Flynn.
He tugs my underwear down and I lift my hips to help him, pulling my legs up and together to let him remove them. He tosses the fabric on the floor and trails kisses up my leg, soft brushes of his lips. I relax into the gentle touch. Then he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my thigh and I hiss, but his tongue is there, soothing away the pain as I groan. He drags his nose along the crease between leg and body, then trails kisses back down my thigh. I don’t know if he’s teasing me, or if he’s trying to find the confidence to put his mouth on me.
I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair. He glances up at me again and without breaking eye contact, drags his tongue across my pussy.
I jerk in surprise as electric shocks of pleasure and desire shoot through me. My fingers tighten involuntarily and Flynn takes that as encouragement, taking another slow taste of me.
He swirls his tongue, alternating with licks and flicks, the sensation sending me boneless. My hand slips from his hair and I collapse back onto the coffee table, staring at the ceiling.
His tongue stops moving and he nips at my thigh. “No. Watch. I want to see your face. I want your hand in my hair. I like that.” He gives me a shy smile as I prop myself back on my elbows and caress his cheek for a moment before sliding my hand back into his hair, wrapping my fingers tight and giving a tug. He hums against my pussy and I feel the vibrations. “Just like that,” he murmurs before resuming his taunting and teasing.
He works me over with his mouth, pressure building in my pelvis as he does. My eyes keep trying to close, but each timethey do, Flynn pauses until I make eye contact again. I’m squirming on the edge of the table, so close to the peak of my pleasure, but unable to quite make it there.
Then Flynn slides a finger into me and after a moment, adds another. Using his mouth and hand in tandem, he has me crying out. I’m so close, but I still can’t get there. The pressure is mounting, both the physical as he draws me higher and higher, but also the mental. That cloying fear that I can’t actually let go.
I whine and writhe against him, desperation climbing.
“Come for me, Rosie. Then you can have my cock. It’s desperate for your pretty lips.”
His words do it. They send me over the edge and I cry out as my body is wracked by my intense orgasm. Thankfully Flynn doesn’t pull away too soon. He holds just the right amount of pressure until the shudders subside, then he slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and whimpering. He presses a soft kiss against my thigh, then against my belly as he lifts himself up.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, leaning over me. I can feel his hard cock against my hip.
“You better fucking kiss me,” I mumble and he chuckles softly.
“You look absolutely wrecked,” he says.
“Mmhmm,” I hum as he presses a soft kiss against my mouth. Words are too hard right now.
“It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen on you my motorbike in a fucking tight skirt and heels.”
I laugh. He smooths my hair, running his fingers through it. It’s all too soft, this moment. I’m supposed to have his dick in mymouth by this point, but instead he’s draped over me—holding his full weight up on his elbow though so he doesn’t crush me—caressing my hair.
“Give me like, another thirty seconds,” I say. “Then I’m repaying the favour.”
“Only if you want to,” he says and presses a kiss against my temple.
Ugh, this man. He’s too hot and sweet for his own damn good. I can’t believe no one has locked him down yet. A tiny pang of disappointment shoots through me as I remember that whatever happening between us is a short-term thing. It’s a physical thing. It’s not a relationship. It’s not dates and romance and falling in love. I don’t have the capacity for that, and Flynn deserves it all.
I push against his shoulder and he shifts back, helping me sit up. “I started this by offering. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t want to do it.”
