He leaned in, to land a quick kiss on my lips.“Honestly, Oli, I’m hoping that I never have another boy to say it to.”
My cheeks were fire-truck red, I just knew they were.“You’re such a smooth-talker.”
“So, what do I have to say to get you into bed, then?”
I glanced over my shoulder.“What, that bed?”
“That does seem to be the most convenient,” Flynn agreed.
“You, and me, in that bed?”
“I mean, that’s what I had in mind, yes.”
“But not to sleep,” I asked, smiling.
“No,” Flynn said, shaking his head, “I don’t think for sleeping.You still owe me something, if I remember correctly.”
“The security deposit?”
He snorted, presumably unconvinced by my innocent expression.“I swear to god, Oliver Carter, if you don’t get on that bed and let me ride your dick, I’m going to...”
“Sit in the corner and pout?”
He narrowed his eyes.“I didn’t pout.”
“Sorry, there was a mask in the way.”
A grunt of frustration, and then he was pushing me.Hands on my chest, moving quickly so that - by the time my legs hit the edge of the mattress - I was already toppling back.Staring up at him, as he reached down to tug off my sweatpants.
“You did complain, about me showing too much self-restraint,” he pointed out, as he yanked off his shirt and shoved down his jeans.
I nodded, savoring the view framed by my thighs.Flynn looked delicious in white briefs; I’d already been half hard from our flirting, but the sight of him had me rigid.
His stare was predatory.“T-shirt.”
I sat up, just enough to strip it off and toss it aside.
He smirked as he moved between my legs.Hands gripping my hips, face pressed into my boxer-briefs as he ground his nose and lips against me.The friction tantalizing through the clinging fabric; my own hands moving by instinct to grab Flynn’s head and squeeze it to me tighter.
Maybe he was impatient.Maybe the way I kept lifting my hips, driving myself against his face, was sufficiently communicative.Either way, I felt his fingers dig under the waistband of my underwear; strip it down, exposing me further, until his mouth was working its way along my bare skin.Not sucking me, barely even licking.An animal, urgent rubbing, as though Flynn was desperate to bear my scent, to have me imprint upon him.
I gasped when his lips closed around me.Fighting his hold on my hips, suddenly desperate to pump up and bury myself in his hot, wet, talented tightness.As frustrated by his chuckle of amusement as much as it strummed me, vibrations adding to the maelstrom of sensations already building.
Pulling at him, his mouth never stinting, I repositioned him atop me.Already drooling at the sight of his ass, high and tight above my face; at the splay of his muscled legs as he crouched over me.Trying my best to focus, to concentrate on easing the briefs down until the white cotton was taught between his thighs.
Barely any encouragement required at all, then, to bring him within reach of my eager tongue.
Flynn squirmed, cried out - my cock briefly forgotten, throbbing in the tight grip of his fist - as I lapped across him.Then dropped back down, redoubling his efforts as I did my level best to overwhelm him in return.
A battle, then, a war of delivered pleasure.His body softening to my devious tongue, while he in turn did his level best to distract me with his sloppy, hungry mouth.
I felt his grunt as I drove one finger into him, then - his hips driving back onto me - a second.Groaned myself, as he shifted the angle and the churning in my crotch suddenly accelerated.
“Too...too close,” I managed to gasp out.
Flynn sat up, peering at me over his shoulder.Face a sweaty, spit-slicked mess, his grin triumphant.“Can’t believe you’re tapping out already.”
I glared at him, panting still.“I thought you wanted to get fucked.”