Spotlight: Chapter 22

“Morning,” I say as Flynn pulls me against him, so my back is flush against his chest. One beefy arm wraps around my waist and he throws a leg over my hip.

“I could get used to this.” His words come out gruff and muffled.

Same. I wriggle my butt against his crotch. My body lights up in a way that shouldn’t be possible after last night. I’m sore but in the best way.

“Ooh. Feeling feisty?” His arm around my waist lowers. I fell asleep in one of his T-shirts. I tried a pair of sweatpants, but they were comically big on me, so I skipped pants all together. As his fingers slip under the hem of the shirt and glide across my lower stomach, I’m grateful there’s one less thing in the way.

“Yes.”

He groans.

“I have bad news.” The pad of his thumb drags over my inner thigh.

“What’s that?” I ask breathlessly. I can feel him growing harder against me.

“Brogan and Archer texted to see if I wanted to go to brunch with them this morning. London loves brunch and I figured you’d like an excuse to hang with Sabrina.”

“That’s sweet,” I say. “And incredibly inconvenient.”

I turn in his hold. I’m all revved up. Who needs food?

“What time?” I ask.

“Fifteen minutes.” He gives me a sheepish grin.

“That is not nearly enough time.”

“It never is with you.” Flynn leans in and drops a kiss to my lips and then sits up, pulling me with him.

After brunch, I take Flynn to the nursery to look at plants. I figured he could use a few.

“Here?” Flynn asks as he moves a Ficus over a foot.

“Umm…” I bite on the corner of my lip as I take in his living room. I picked out a variety of things for his apartment. Mostly succulents because they’re easy to care for, a couple potted trees, and accent plants for surfaces and small spaces like the bathroom.

Flynn stands tall, a crease forming between his brows. “What’s wrong?”

God, I love how well he can read me and how quick he is to jump in and help. And the more he does it, the easier it is to let him.

“I think I might have gone overboard,” I admit.

He whirls around, looking at all the plants we brought into his apartment. It looks more like a greenhouse than an apartment. He laughs first, then I join in.

He walks over to me, eyes glinting with amusement.

“I’m so sorry,” I say as his palms glide around my sides to rest on my lower back. “I got excited about adding some green to your apartment and now it looks like you’re living inside a terrarium.”

“It isn’t your fault. The place was so bare before. Now all you can see are the plants.” He chuckles as he scans the space again.

“I can take a few to my apartment.”

“Nah, I love them. Although, there is a good chance I’m going to need to hire someone to water everything while I’m traveling.”

“I’ll do it.” It feels like the least I can do after convincing him to get so many. I went a teensy, tiny (read: a lot) overboard.

“Yeah?” His lips pull into a smirk. “You want to be my plant lady?”

“Yeah, I think I do.” My heart rate speeds up as I hold his gaze. I’m pretty sure we’re talking about more than plants right now.

His mouth captures mine and, like every other time he’s kissed me, I get lost in him. There’s something about him, or us together, that puts me at ease while also making every nerve come alive. I trust him and I’ve trusted very few men. The knowledge should freak me out, considering his plans to leave, but it doesn’t, at least not in this moment.

“How much time do I have?” he asks as he trails kisses down my neck.

“I have to pick up Greer in an hour.”

“I can work with that.” He takes my hand and tugs me with him toward the couch. He sits and pulls me down on his lap.

My knees bracket his hips and as I settle onto him, his hard length presses into my core. His hands tangle in my hair, and he continues kissing my neck down to my collarbone.

One arm circles around my waist and he shifts quickly so I’m on my back and he hovers over me. He sits back and helps me out of my clothes. Slow and unhurried, taking time to kiss me between removing each piece.

The result leaves me squirming and anxious for more.

Flynn chuckles as I wrap my legs around him to hold him in place.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’m not going anywhere.” With a wink, he removes his shirt and unbuttons his jeans.

I watch while he undresses, savoring every inch of his body. My throat goes dry, and a delicious throb starts between my legs. His right hand drops to his dick, and he strokes himself as he stares down at me, eyes roaming over my nakedness and that same desire I’m feeling is reflected at me.

Sitting up, my gaze lingers on his thick cock. He’s huge and I probably shouldn’t be considering it, but I want to taste him. To see if he’ll fit.

I place my hand under his and follow his stroke over his length. He groans, deep and low in this throat.

His dark brown eyes are locked on me as I lean forward and wrap my lips around the head of his dick. Surprise flickers in his expression, followed by undeniable heat.

“Fuck, Olivia.” His hand moves to my face, and he cups my cheek. His thumb brushes gently over the corner of my mouth. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to at least try. You’re kind of a lot.”

He smirks.

Electricity ripples over my skin as I take him farther into my mouth. I stop when my eyes start to water and pull back. It’s embarrassing how little of him I can fit. Determined, I try again. This time I push past my initial instinct and slide down another inch.

The hum of approval I get in response lights me up and encourages me to take more. One tear leaks out from the corner of my eye and Flynn’s thumb is there to brush it away.

“I should have known you’d take me so good. You’re incredible. Do you know that? So fucking sexy with my cock filling that perfect mouth of yours.”

More tears pool in my eyes, then slowly fall. He catches each one with the pad of his fingers. He’s too big for me to go fast, but I bob over his length slowly, letting him hit the back of my throat every time.

It’s intoxicating. The way he looks at me so adoringly and the high I feel from his praise and the pleasure etched into his features.

My nipples are tight buds that ache and my pussy clenches. I’ve never wanted someone this much before. My body is already humming with pleasure and he hasn’t touched more than my face.

“That’s it. Oh, fuck. Just like that. Your mouth is heaven.” His head falls back, and he stares up at the ceiling. His Adam’s apple bobs and the muscles in his neck strain.

My jaw is tight, and I have to force myself to relax to keep going. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. While his gaze is lifted, I miss having his eyes on me. There’s something about having him watch me and seeing the adoration in his expression. As soon as I think it, they’re locked back on me, and then he’s guiding me off him and crushing his mouth down onto mine. We tumble back onto the couch, me underneath him. He nips at my bottom lip and his knee nudges my legs apart.

“We’re going to need to move this into the bedroom soon,” he says as the head of his cock slides over my clit.

We let in a collective inhale and a shiver rolls through me.

“I don’t have any condoms out here,” he adds.

I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his back. “Let’s go, Hotshot. We have a clock, remember?”

“Don’t rush me, woman.” He chuckles and navigates to a stand with me strapped to his front like a koala.

He kisses me as he walks us to his room. His steps are slow and controlled, but his long legs eat up the space quickly all the same.

As gingerly as he had last night, he sets me on his bed, then grabs a condom from the nightstand.

“Do you have to buy the Magnum XL?” I ask with a grin. He really is huge. Long and thick. Intimidating but still aesthetically pleasing.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” He covers himself and then leans down and catches one nipple between his teeth.

My back arches as pleasure rolls through me. I’m expecting his dick, but it’s his hand that reaches between my legs.

“Thank fuck you’re already soaked for me because I’m dying to be inside you,” he says as he pushes in one finger, and then a second.

He continues lavishing my breasts with attention, biting and licking and fingering me until I’m writhing and moaning. Only when stars are flashing in front of my eyes does he remove his hand and line up his dick.

As he pushes the tip inside, my pussy clenches around him.

“Goddamn, baby.” He groans and gives me a little more. “Are you sore?”

“If you pull out now, I will kill you.”

“I love it when you talk sexy to me.” He bites the side of my neck and then kisses the same spot. “If it’s too much, let me know.”

Staring down at me, Flynn waits until I nod in understanding before moving. He keeps a slow, steady pace, inching farther each time until it feels impossible that I can take more. I feel so full of him and it’s a heady thing that I’m pretty sure I could get addicted to.

“I won’t break,” I tell him when I can see he’s holding back. It’s in the crease between his brows and the strain in his arms, as if he’s physically restraining himself.

His expression smooths out and is replaced with a look of hesitation.

I bring both hands up to his face. His unshaven jaw is bristly as I smooth my palms over it. “I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters almost more to himself than to me. His lips press to mine. “This pussy was made for me.”

Our kisses are hard and messy, like neither of us can get enough. I don’t know if it’s the ticking clock on our time together or if it’s just him, but every moment with Flynn feels big and important, and I don’t want to waste a second.