Flynn’s eyes light up again as she looks up at me from between my legs. I keep my eyes locked on hers as my body tenses up, knowing that I’m about to experience the biggest orgasm of my life.
It hits me like a thousand watts of electricity, surging up my spine and down to my balls. I yank her head towards me as my cock throbs, spewing out jet after jet of my thick cum. Somewhere in the back of my mind, something satisfied hums – pure animal pride, like I’ve won a game I didn’t know I was playing.
She takes it all, and fuck, her eyes are still locked with mine as she catches every drop, licking her lips seductively before a wide grin spreads across her face.
My cock twitches at the sight of her flushed cheeks and the sound of her giggle. I’m completely captivated as I find myselfwanting to return the favour again right now. One orgasm is not payment enough for what she just gave me.
“Fuck, that was incredible,” I pant.
“Mmm. I couldn’t agree more,” she murmurs, eyeing my still-hard dick with amusement. “But was it enough?”
“Never enough. I’m not done with you yet.”
Her grin stretches and her bright blue eyes light up. “Oh good. I was worried I’d spoiled your appetite with the starter.”
I laugh loud at that. “Never. I have an insatiable appetite.”
“Yeah?”
“I reckon we could go at least twelve courses.”
“Wouldn’t we be down to ten or eleven now?”
“No,” I insist. “That was the amuse-bouche.”
“Tell me more.”
“Why don’t I show you instead?”
I roll her under me and notch myself at her entrance as she widens her thighs to welcome me in. She’s so fucking wet, my cock slides against her folds with ease, and something about the slickness makes my mind short-circuit. Jesus. She’s dripping for me, needy and unguarded in a way I’m not used to. Maybe it’s the booze. Maybe it’s the anonymity.
Her body trembles beneath mine as I slowly ease inside her, savouring the feeling of her tightness surrounding me. Her eyes close in bliss and her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.
I don’t even realise I’m growling low in my throat until it’s already there, vibrating in my chest. The urge to take more – deeper, harder – hits so sharp it’s embarrassing. For a split second, my mind throws up a filthy, possessive fantasy: knotting her, keeping her, making sure she can’t forget me.
Fuck. Where did that come from?
I shove it down. Betas don’t take knots. She’s just tight and wet and I’m half cut and thinking with my dick. That’s all.
I have definitely drunk too much.
Suddenly her eyes widen and she tenses.
“Fuck! Condom, Finn!”
“Shit!” I’ve never forgotten to wear one before. Ever.
“Please tell me you have one in your wallet or something.”
I don’t, but I know that there will be a box in the small drawer beside the bed. Reluctantly, I withdraw from her wet heat and reach for the drawer. I find the box, remove one, and rip the foil with my teeth.
Flynn frowns.
“What?”
“You really shouldn’t do that, you know. The risk of damaging it is so much higher?—”
I throw the foiled packet over my shoulder and grab another. Flynn giggles and takes it from me, squeezing the pack before carefully tearing the top of the foil and slipping it out.