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“Need some help?” he asks, unable to keep the amusement from his voice. He’s naked from the waist up now, and the view of him stops my hands, and nearly my heart.

“Just hurry,” I gasp, giving up on the buckle and grabbing the couch cushions.

He has to get up off the couch to slide those pants off, but the temporary absence of Flint’s body heat is well worth the strip show I get to watch from where I’m at.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, his rock hard cock in his hand, looking all locked and loaded and ready to rumble. Mmmm.

Oh, you know. Just anywhere. Here, there. All the places. How many rooms does this place have?

Instead of cracking another joke, I drop to my knees on the floor, grateful the carpet’s so soft and plush as I turn to face the couch and rest my upper body on the cushions, readying myself for him.

“Get behind me,” I say, leaning on my forearms, my ass in the air. I can’t see Flint, but I can feel the heat of his body as he comes up behind me, settling between my legs. He runs a hand slowly down the curve of my ass, the skin still sensitive there, and a shiver of anticipation races through me.

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he says, grabbing my hips tightly and pressing the tip of his cock against my wet opening.

“Good. Because—” I never finish my sentence.

Instead I let out a groan of pure pleasure as Flint slams into me from behind, ramming me into the couch, the tip of his dick going straight to my sweet spot. God, I love this position. I press my face into the cushions, murmuring breathlessly as Flint picks up speed, spearing into me deeper and harder, giving me exactly what I need.

“Flint. Fuck. Yes,” I pant.

Then he gathers my hair tightly in one fist and gives the ponytail a hard tug, using just enough force to make my scalp tingle. It’s so good. So right. Don’t stop, Flint.

“Laurel,” he grounds out between clenched teeth.

“Mmmm,” I reply.

“Reach your hand down. I want you to touch yourself while I’m f*cking you,” he says.

I obey. The angle is a challenge with all the athletic hip movement and the way I’m being drilled against the cushions, but I manage. The touch brings a fresh rush of heat to my core, forcing another desperate moan out of me. I shudder and we both slow down, sharing the intense feeling of him gliding back and forth inside me, so hard, so deep.

“Tell me how it feels,” Flint commands, his voice a low growl in my ear.

“Good,” I whisper, practically purring. “So good. So f*cking good.”

He slides his cock almost all the way out of me and presses my thighs together to increase the friction between us. Then he pulses his head just barely in and out of my slick opening, teasing me. All I can do is dig my fingers into the couch, shut my eyes, and hold still as he keeps it up, driving me agonizingly close to the edge. “Flint, please,” I beg. He’s so hard, so strong. I can’t handle another second of this. “I need more.”

He pulls my hair again, tilting my head back toward his until our lips meet in a needy, bruising kiss, tongues lashing, breaths mingling. Then without warning he flips me up onto the couch, on my back, and climbs on top of me. I can feel the delicious weight of his cock pressing between my thighs, the heat of him radiating against me.

“Tell me you want it,” he says. Under the dominance I see that hesitation again, and I pull his head down toward me and kiss him, long and deep, before releasing him.

“I want it,” I repeat, wrapping my hand around his shaft to guide him back into me. Then I tighten my muscles, squeezing his cock inside me, making him gasp. “I want you.”

My words are a starting gun, because after that he starts f*cking me like he’s running a marathon—and as far as I can tell, he’s winning. I thrust upward in time with his strokes, moaning breathlessly as Flint sucks my tongue, my neck, my nipples, my climax building faster and faster as we find our rhythm.

“So hot,” he groans, not letting up for a second. “So tight. You’re perfect.”

Nothing is better than watching him come undone in my arms. I’m losing it.

“Flint, I’m—”

“I know,” he cuts me off. “I am too.”

Still he pounds into me, relentless, punishing me with his cock. And I love it. Every molecule in my body feels like it’s bursting with light. I wrap my legs around him as tight as I can, tilting my hips up even further until he’s so deep inside me I can barely breathe. I come crying his name, and I hear him say mine as he releases into me. We ride out the shockwaves together, my orgasm pulsing so hot and heavy through my entire body that I literally see stars.

The last thing I remember is Flint carrying me into his room and tucking me under the cool sheets before sliding in next to me and pulling me tight against him. Fucked to exhaustion and completely blissed out, I fall asleep safe in his arms.





22


“You’ve been doing what?” Callie says, an incredulous look on her face as she butters a bagel. At least, she tries. She’s so focused on staring at me that she ends up buttering her hand. “I mean, don’t go into too much detail. Oh God, I can’t know that much,” she says, grabbing some paper napkins and cleaning herself up. She’s laughing, though. That means she’s happy about Flint and me. At least, I think she is.