Page 34 of Unfettered

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.

Chapter fourteen

Flyn

Breakfast is looking good. I hope Jade likes it. I also hope he enjoyed staying the night because I absolutely adored every single second of it. Jade in my arms, in my bed, was like all my wildest dreams come to life.

I read somewhere once that when you sleep together, actually sleep, not sexy stuff, your bodies learn one another’s. The pattern of your breaths. The rhythm of your heartbeat. The small movements you make, and the soft noises.