Page 12 of Flynn (Foxy’s Rent-A-Date #4)

The door fell open behind me as Flynn devoured my mouth, his body pressing mine into the door so that when it opened, we almost stumbled.

I laughed and he caught me, kissing me again, slamming the door closed with his foot.

He didn’t even lift his head as he engaged the lock and started walking me backwards into the room.

I’d left the bedside lamp on earlier, so the room was awash in a warm glow of light.

Sliding my hands to the hem of his shirt, I pulled it out from his jeans and began unbuttoning it with shaky hands, desperate for him.

“Flynn?” I whispered breathlessly against his lips before he kissed his way down my neck.

“Hmm?” I struggled to put my thoughts into a coherent sentence when his teeth grazed over my pulse-point, but somehow, I managed.

“Are you sure you won’t—oh, god yes, that feels good—umm…

are you sure you won’t get into any trouble?

” “I’m sure,” he muttered before pushing my shaking hands out of the way and yanking his shirt over his head.

My breath left me in a whoosh as I took in his bare chest. I mean, I’d seen it before, but knowing I was about to get really up close and personal with him made it an entirely new experience.

I reached out to touch his chest, amazed at the solid wall of muscle.

I traced the ranger tattoo over his heart before moving on.

Slowly, I slid my fingers down, in rapture over the feel of his defined pecks, the bumps and ridges that made up his incredible well-built torso.

“Fuck, Angel. I’d let you touch me at your leisure any other time, but I need you now,” Flynn said, his voice a deep rumble.

My gaze snapped back to his face to see those intense green eyes burning down at me, and I lost my breath all over again.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked, feeling bold.

There was just something about Flynn that made me confident enough to say what I wanted to.

“Do you want me, Angel?” he asked, his voice low and sending a quiver through my lower abdomen.

I nodded. “Yes.” “You want my cock?” “I want all of you,” I replied quickly.

A spark of emotion flashed across his eyes, but it was gone before I could name it.

Lightning-quick, his hand shot out to tangle in my hair, and he hauled me against him, his mouth hungrily taking mine, feeding off it.

Just like that, I was a goner. I wanted him so badly; I was burning up.

Running his fingers up my back, he found the zipper for my dress and with a torturously slow slide, he dragged it down to the base of my spine.

I shivered as cool air hit it, and without lifting his mouth from mine, Flynn began pulling it down.

I was tempted to pull away, shyness trying to creep over me again, but I held firm.

He chuckled against my lips, the sound low and seductive, and I slowly pried my eyes open to look up at him.

“What?” “You’re thinking too loudly, Angel.

Don’t think; just feel.” I swallowed hard.

“I-I don’t know how to let go like that.

” He considered my words for a moment, his dark gaze caressing my face before he nodded slowly as if he’d come to some sort of conclusion.

“You need me to help shut off your mind?” I hesitated.

“How would you do that?” The smile he gave me was ten types of sinful and all kinds of knowing.

“Leave that to me. Do you trust me?” I nodded before I gave it much thought, because I did.

I’d never not trusted Flynn, and the look on his face, the way he touched me, all told me I could trust him with my body too.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered softly, and a small shiver worked its way up my spine, making my nipples harden and core to spasm.

At my sharp intake of breath, Flynn’s expression eyes flashed knowingly.

Slowly, he let my dress fall to the ground from where it had been bunched at my hips, and I was left standing in my matching bra and panties and small heels.

Stepping back, Flynn’s eyes raked over me slowly, and everywhere his gaze touched felt like a trail of fire being left behind.

“Fucking beautiful, baby. Lie down on the bed,” he ordered.

I hesitated only a second before doing as he said.

The cool bedding was a welcome relief on my heated skin, and I pushed backward until I was fully on the bed.

Flynn stood over me, shirtless, the image he presented was powerful and wholly masculine.

“Spread your legs for me, Angel.” At once, self-consciousness tried to invade, but I kept my eyes locked with his and drew on the assurance he gave me.

With anyone else, I’d have been embarrassed.

But Flynn made me feel confident, sexy. I let my thighs fall apart and watched his heated eyes stray to the black lace there.

He grunted as he adjusted the large bulge in his jeans before he knelt on the bed before me.

“Hands above your head,” he ordered. “What?” I asked, frowning.

He gave me a look. “I want you to keep your hands above your head. Do not take them down, or I’ll stop.

” I swallowed hard and slowly did as he said.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, and goddamn did it have a huge effect on me.

“If you want me to stop, just say so, Ara. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.

But if you’ll trust me, I know I can make you feel good.

” Oh, I would have bet my house on that.

I nodded and swallowed hard as he reached for the lace thong and drew it down my legs and flicked it somewhere off to the right of the bed.

His gaze was still centered between my legs, and he lowered himself there.

My face was burning, but I could barely lie still, desperate for him to ease the ache he’d caused.

Using his arms, he looped them around my thighs and yanked me closer to him.

“Fucking dreamed of this,” he murmured. Before I could draw another breath, he buried his face between my legs and devoured me.

There was no slow work-up, no gentle teasing…

Flynn went to town like I was his last meal.

I’d never had anyone go down on me with so much…

enthusiasm. My previous relationships had been tepid compared to the heat Flynn had already brought to the table, and we’d barely even started.

I cried out, my back arching as he used his tongue and fingers to bring me pleasure.

Goddamn, he was a pro at this. I bunched his hair in my hands, and he stopped.

“What did I say, Ara?” he asked. It took me a moment to realize what I’d done, and I immediately put my hands back up.

“Sorry.” “Next time, I spank your ass. Got it?” I bit my lip at that, not understanding why his warning turned me on even more.

He smirked when I nodded, feeling as though he knew exactly my reaction to that threat.

Moments later, I was moaning again and I whimpered, trying to squeeze my thighs closed, but he tightened his grip and kept them open, using his broad shoulders to wedge them apart.

“Flynn, God… honey, it’s… it’s too much,” I cried, feeling myself get closer and closer to the edge as I bunched the bedding in my fists.

I’d only had one other boyfriend who’d managed to get me to come just over half of the time without my assistance, and I was desperate for Flynn to be better, to know how to please a woman.

He didn’t stop even when I begged, and I gripped his hair in my fists again without thinking.

The sharp sting of a slap to my backside had me yelping and I looked down at him with wide eyes.

“Hands. Up,” he repeated, his voice low and rumbly.

Why was that so hot? Nodding, I swallowed hard and did as ordered.

Before long, I was back to pleading with him to stop while my body begged him not to.

My hips rocked against his mouth as he worked me ever closer to a climax.

Just as I was about to fall off it, he pulled back.

“No!” I cried and looked down at him. “I kept my hands where they’re meant to be,” I reminded.

He was smirking at me, green eyes knowing and filled with lust and mischief.

“Why?” I demanded. “You’re still thinking too loud.

Trust me to make you feel mindless, Ara.

Let me work.” And with that, he ducked his head again and I moaned, wondering if I’d survive his tactics.

It was probably only minutes, but it felt like hours later when Flynn brought me close to the edge for the fifth time.

He’d stopped to spank me three more times, each one harder than the last but it added a satisfying bite of pain to the pleasure, and I lowered my hands to his head on purpose twice to feel the sting.

“Please,” I whimpered, my skin dewy with sweat, my body strung so tight it was nearly painful.

I was burning up, and my breath was coming short and choppy.

“Please, honey, please.” Flynn didn’t respond, but I barely paid it any heed.

I was so close to undeniable pleasure; I was desperate for it.

Nothing else mattered right now. No one, nothing, just the pleasure he’d been denying me for too long.

I swear, I was near tears when I felt that wave build again, because I knew he’d take it away from me.

I cried out, my body tensing as I felt it coming, and I fisted the bedspread again.

But this time he didn’t stop. His fingers crooked up inside me as his tongue flicked at my clit hard and fast. I didn’t just come; I detonated.

I screamed, my back arched and thighs clenching around him as my muscles convulsed.

Pleasure burst over me so hard and fast that I lost my breath.

I was pretty sure I blacked out for a moment, because the next thing I knew, Flynn was naked and rolling a condom onto his hard length.

“Flynn,” I moaned. “We’re not done yet, baby,” he warned before he pressed his cock to my wet entrance.

He pushed in and I whimpered and drew up my legs, letting him in, feeling my swollen muscles grip the long length of him.

“Fucking, Christ!” he grunted through clenched teeth.

I watched him, the way desire and restraint fought in his eyes, the way his face contorted with pleasure and the muscle in his jaw ticked.

“Flynn, hurry,” I whispered. “Slow, Angel. I don’t want to hurt you.

” I shook my head. “Hard and fast. Give it to me. You won’t hurt me,” I promised.

His dark eyes met mine, weighed my words for a moment before he drove inside me.

I screamed—all pleasure—and arched my back as he thrust all the way inside me.

He swore again, his words coming in the form of muttered grunts as he pulled out and surged forward again.

“Yes!” “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good, like a dream,” he groaned.

I raised my hips with his every thrust, wanting him hard and deep inside me.

It was like once he started, there was no stopping, and I had no desire to do so.

I wanted him mindless; I wanted him to lose himself in me and struggle to remember which way was up.

“God, baby. Like a fucking glove, you’re so hot and tight.

Fucking beautiful,” he praised, and I felt my second orgasm building.

“Flynn, I need more. Don’t stop.” “Never stopping, Angel. I want to feel your cunt draining my cock.” His words were a shock, and the wave of pleasure they sent through me was unexpected and fierce.

Flynn gripped my hips and held me tighter to him as his hips began thrusting harder and faster.

He slipped a hand between us to circle my clit, and I moaned.

“Need you to get there, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped again, his eyes nearly black with lust. God, having this man look at me like that was a kryptonite and aphrodisiac I wasn’t expecting.

“Yes, Flynn. Almost there, baby, I’m so full,” I whimpered, my body tightening again with an impending orgasm.

Looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes, Flynn leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around my throat.

My breath hitched, and I saw the way he watched me, waiting for me to say no.

But I didn’t. I smiled and the one I got back was devastating.

His grip tightened as his hips thrust harder and faster, and I felt myself so damn close to the end.

“I feel you, Ara. You’re almost there, Angel.

Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.” His words acted as the catalyst and my orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train.

I cried out again, my arms lowering so my fingernails dug into his arms. Flynn’s grip on my throat tightened, heightening my pleasure, and he swore and came with a raw cry of pleasure.

I watched the tendons in his neck stick out, his face tense.

The sight of his strong jaw clenching as he grunted his release through clenched teeth made me tightened up further.

“Fucking hell,” he gritted out, jerking faster as my orgasm continued to roll through me.

I was panting and there was a strange ringing in my ears making it hard to hear.

He slowly released my neck, and I drew in a full breath, feeling drowsy and so relaxed it was a wonder I didn’t fall asleep there and then.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, both of us struggling to get our breath back, struggling to remember how to do more than pant and groan.

When Flynn braced his arms over me, my lids flickered open, and I smiled.

“Hey.” He grinned. “Hey, yourself.” “You have a very dirty mouth,” I said with a small sigh.

His smile was wicked. “And you love it.” “Every single bit of it,” I agreed without hesitation.

He pulled away and I watched him go with regret.

He headed for the bathroom with total confidence in his nudity, and I grinned as I spotted the dimples on his ass cheeks.

I’d never been with a man with butt dimples, I liked them.

“So… did you learn how to do that at Foxy’s?

” I asked. The tap turned on and off, and Flynn came back with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I waved a hand at the bed. “That. Did you learn how to please a woman like that at Foxy’s?

” He grinned. “No, baby. That’s all God-given talent.

” I rolled my eyes, and he laughed, sliding onto the bed beside me.

“Foxy doesn’t condone sex, remember? I learned through trial and error.

I listened to past lovers when they told me things, I asked questions, and I read a lot.

You’d be surprised what you can learn from romance books.

” I gasped and pushed up to look at his face.

“You read romance books?” He shook his head.

“More accurately, I listen to them. Dyslexia kind of takes the joy out of reading when it takes me so long to read a page.” “But you like romance books?” He shrugged.

“Some of them have good story lines, and the super spicy ones have a lot of good tips in them.” I grinned in amazement.

This man was all kinds of surprising. I sighed and rolled out of bed.

“Where are you going?” he demanded. “Bathroom. I’ll be back,” I called.

I hurried to do my business and washed my hands before unhooking my bra.

I left it in there as well. When I came out a few moments later, I felt self-conscious being naked in front of him despite what we’d just done, and his grin told me he knew it.

“You’re beautiful, Ara. There’s no need to cover yourself.

” I shrugged. “It’s hard to believe that sometimes.

But I can see you have no complaints,” I said, flicking my gaze to his cock that stood at half-mast. Seriously, how was he almost ready to go again already?

His grin was all sin. “Nope, not a single complaint. Well, there is one .” My chest constricted, and I stopped by the edge of the bed.

“Oh? Is it my boobs? I know they’re not exactly big,” I started, looking down in dismay.

I shrieked suddenly when Flynn yanked me onto the bed and rolled until I was beneath him.

“Firstly, there is absolutely nothing lacking on you. Your body is a goddamn piece of art, and if anyone ever told you different, they deserve a kick in the teeth.” My eyes widened at his colorful imagery and a shaky laugh escaped me.

“Okay, you said firstly. Is there something else?” “Yes. My complaint was that you were not in this bed where I could ravage you again.” The earlier twinge in my chest dissipated and I smiled up at him.

“Oh, really?” He grinned and kissed me long and deep, and I felt his shaft grow hard against my hip.

When he pulled away, I sucked in a breath and smiled a little dopily.

“Now,” he started, spanking my ass cheek again.

I yelped and he grinned. “Get on your hands and knees, Angel. And grip the headboard.” Oh, yes.