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Chapter thirteen

Jade

O h goddess. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. I can’t be sitting on Flyn’s sofa while he kneels in front of me. He can’t have just licked my cock.

I must be dreaming. Hallucinating. I’m impressed that my imagination can conjure up such overwhelming pleasure.

Suddenly, warm, wet softness laps along my cock again. The sensation shoots along every nerve ending in my body, tingling like electricity. Flyn just licked my cock, but I felt his touch everywhere.

My head falls back. My lungs suck in a shaky breath. But there is no chance to recover because Flyn licks me again.

My entire body jolts. I’m seeing stars. Oh sweet goddess, I’m not going to last long. I’m going to cum embarrassingly quickly.

I can just picture how Flyn’s grinning face will look when I shoot my load in five seconds flat.

He is going to crow in triumph, and actually, that’s not so bad at all.

As that realization rushes through me, I can feel my muscles relaxing.

Every last bit of tension and anxiety leaves my body.

I’m melting into Flyn’s sofa. Sinking into the pleasure he is giving me.

His warm tongue caresses me again, and my brain turns to mush. Everything is the heat of his wet mouth. Nothing else exists.

A strangled cry escapes me as he takes the head of my cock into his mouth. This feels amazing. Flyn is amazing. Doing this with him, with someone I like and trust, it’s… it’s going to blow my mind .

I cry out again as he bobs his head down and takes more of me into his mouth.

My hips want to buck up. My cock wants to be buried deep down Flyn’s throat, feeling his wet heat all around me.

But I don’t allow myself to move. I will not take more than Flyn wants to give.

This is his gift to me. He gets to set the tone and the pace.

I get to sprawl here and have my world rocked.

Another carnal cry pours out of me as euphoria floods my veins. His plump lips seal around me and slowly roll down my aching flesh.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This feels so damn good. I could get addicted to this. Craving Flyn’s lips on me every single day could easily become my new obsession. The very purpose of my existence.

My fingers curl frantically into the velvety material of Flyn’s sofa cushions.

I’m floating on the very edge of orgasm.

Every muscle I possess is tingling. There is no blood pulsing through me, only ecstasy.

I don’t think clinging onto the sofa is going to stop me from floating up to the heavens.

But I guess it’s worth a try. And it’s not like I have a choice.

I’m not in charge of my hands. I’ve lost all control of my body.

It belongs to Flyn now. It’s responding to him and not to me.

My eyes flutter closed. Flyn’s head moves. He bobs up and down my hard length. Pressure. Friction. Heat. Softness. It’s a cacophony of sensation. Tearing through me. Overwhelming me.

It’s glorious. It’s divine. It’s too much.

A cry rips from my lungs, tearing through my throat. It fills the room. My orgasm chases it. Exploding through me and out of me. All the ecstasy is too much to be contained, so it is bursting free.

Every cell and molecule in my body is consumed. I am alight with rapture. Burning with delight.

I’m breathless and boneless. Sprawled helplessly on Flyn’s sofa. My eyes open. My hearing returns.

Weakly, I lift my head. Flyn is still on his knees in front of me. He has tucked my cock back away, and as far as I can tell, he has drunk down every last drop of me .

He is grinning at me and his eyes are sparkling. I don’t think I have ever seen anyone look so entirely pleased with themselves.

My heart flutters, momentarily losing rhythm as it tries to recover from that mind-blowing orgasm. I like Flyn looking at me like that. I really do.

I lick my lips. My tongue does what I want it to. Great. I’m regaining control of my body. I swallow. Yep. All working.

“Do… you. Do you want me to…”

Okay, my mouth is working, but my brain is clearly not quite there yet. Apparently, I’m a long way from forming coherent sentences.

Flyn’s grin intensifies. I didn’t think that was possible.

“You don’t have to,” he says. “That’s not why I wanted to blow you.”

“I want to!” I say, all in a rush, and far too loud.

Flyn’s eyes light up. He is looking at me like I’m offering him the moon and all the stars. Not a measly blow job.

He moves gracefully. Rising from his knees with ease. He sits on the sofa next to me, and I weakly slide off of it. My legs are still trembling from the force of the orgasm he gave me, but somehow I manage to get into position between his legs.

He is wearing gray sweatpants, because of course he is. He is probably completely oblivious to what that does to people. Knowing Flyn, he probably wears them only because they are comfortable. He really has no idea how frigging sexy he is.

I deftly pull his waistband down and I’m not at all surprised to discover he is not wearing any underwear.

His cock is very hard. It’s leaking a good amount of precum onto his belly.

And oh my goddess. There is a neatly trimmed thatch of golden hair crowning the base of his cock.

I’ve missed pubes, I really have. It feels like it’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen any.

They are entirely absent from porn and I had all but forgotten they exist .

I drag my eyes up a little. His cock is wide. Not overly long. A couple of nice thick veins running along it. It’s perfect. It’s going to fill my mouth nicely.

I hated sucking cock in the harem, but this is going to be totally different. This is going to be wonderful.

I swallow and edge a little closer. What a night this is turning out to be. And to think that I very nearly didn’t accept Flyn’s invitation to ‘hang out’. Holy stars, am I glad I didn’t sulk in my room feeling sorry for myself and the impending move out to the countryside.

A wave of uncertainty washes over me. I ignore it and push it down. Getting closer to Flyn when I might be moving far away, could very well be a stupid idea, but right now, in this moment, I could not care less.

Right now, I feel alive. Full of hope. In ways I don’t think I have ever felt before. No one and nothing is going to take this night away from me. Not even my own doubts and insecurities.

If in the future all I am going to have of Flyn is memories, then I want to make them good ones.

Mind feeling settled, I take a deep breath and get to work. As soon as I taste his salty precum, I moan. I want to inhale the manly scent of him and keep it in my lungs forever.

I exult in the taste of him as I take him all the way.

I have no idea if it is a fey thing, or caused by practice and training, but I don’t have a gag reflex.

A fact that right now I’m extremely grateful for.

I want all of Flyn. I want to feel him deep inside me.

I want to consume him and devour him. Make him a part of me.

I’m hungry for him in ways I didn’t know I was capable of.

Flyn groans. A deep, masculine groan that rumbles through every part of me.

“Fuck. How are you so good at that?”

He tenses. All his muscles go rigid. Shit. I was trying to let his words wash over me. I’m pretty sure I hid my flinch.

I open my eyes. He stares down at me .

Well, this is awkward. Here I am, mouth stuffed with his cock, and we are both thinking about my past as a sex slave and all the very many men I have blown.

“Sorry,” he croaks softly.

There is so much genuine dismay in his kind blue eyes. So much regret. He didn’t mean anything by it. He was merely babbling. He doesn’t seem to care about my sordid history.

My shoulders relax. I give him a look that I hope conveys I’m okay. And then I lose myself in worshipping his cock.

My mind falls blessedly silent. Wonderfully still. My world is taste, sensation, and Flyn’s pleasure.

It doesn’t take long for him to fall apart. He whines and whimpers, deep in his throat. He writhes. His legs fall open, wider and wider. His hips keep lifting up in supplication.

Flyn truly is a bottom. Seeing him like this is making me sure of it. It’s calling directly to some primal part of myself. It’s making me wonder what it would be like to sink my cock into him. What kind of noises would he make then?

Flyn cries out as he cums. I drink him down and concentrate on prolonging his pleasure. I don’t stop until his noises turn overstimulated and nearly pained.

I pull his sweatpants back up and slowly climb to my feet. He is all loose limbed. Lungs heaving. Cheeks flushed. His eyes are closed. He looks blissed out.

Something is swirling in my gut. An urge to flip him over and impale him on my cock. Fuck him even more senseless while he is all plaint like this.

“It’s late. I should go,” I blurt.

Flyn’s eyes snap open. “You don’t have to. You could stay the night.”

I stare at him.

“Not for sex,” he adds hurriedly. “Cuddles and stuff. A cozy sleepover.” His devastating grin appears .

“People do that?” I ask, my surprise making me careless. Usually, I’m far better at hiding my ignorance.

Pity flashes across his blue eyes, but he hides it quickly. “Sure,” he drawls. Then his expression turns sheepish. “Okay, not with casual hookups and such. It is way up there on the cheesy and romantic scale.”

I can feel my lips twisting upwards in a helpless smile. “I like cheesy and romantic.”

The thought of snuggling up to Flyn, of sleeping while cocooned in his strong arms, sounds like heaven. I’m sure I don’t deserve it. But I’m going to take it, nonetheless.

Flyn gives me a dazzling smile. Like I’ve just given him a million pounds. My heart flutters in response.

Yeah, staying the night with Flyn is going to be magical. It’s leaving in the morning that’s going to be hard.