Chapter Twenty-Eight

Flynn

Myles guides us through some doors then down a hall. He opens a door to a bedroom set up with little lanterns. They are electric, not fire, but they still give the room a romantic ambiance.

“You know your way around this place,” I observe.

“I’ve been here before. Some fishing trips and a couple of parties.”

“Does Kelsey know you’re bringing me here?” I ask.

“Yeah. They’re good people. I wanted to do something special, so Dave offered the boat.”

I blow out a breath. “Yacht,” I correct him. “That’s quite a gesture.”

“I’m lucky to have good friends.” His words and the way he looks at me together carry a heavy weight. He takes his forefinger and lightly brushes it along the bare skin of my shoulder. I swallow hard as his touch alone lights a fire in me I never knew existed. I glance over to the bed which looks turned down.

“We can still take things slow. I’d be happy to just sleep in the same bed and hold you all night.” His sincerity blows me away, especially after our continuous make-out sessions these last couple of weeks.

I chuckle. “That is not happening. No more excuses.” I lift my finger and sway it from side to side. “I want you, Myles,” I say, staring straight into his blue eyes.

He growls. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words.” His jaw tics, and his blue eyes look molten. He closes the space between us, and his lips connect with my nape, slowly, tenderly.

“May I?” His warm hand touches the zipper on my back, and that small touch causes my nerve endings to buzz with anticipation.

I nod.

His large hand slowly moves the zipper down my body. Heat rips through me. I’m not sure how much more slow I can take.

He gasps at the sight of me, sans bra. Suddenly, he’s picking up the pace, removing thick straps off my shoulders. My dress pools on the floor.

He takes a step back, and those icy-blue eyes darken, letting me know he likes what he sees. “Fuck.”

I’m not wearing panties, either.

“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have waited that long to leave the party.” He smiles wickedly. “My cock just twitched. You’re going to make me regress into the teenage boy version of myself.”

I laugh. “And what was he like?” I ask playfully.

“Always horny, having his wish dangling in front of him all the time and all,” he scoffs.

“It isn’t fair that I’m the only one naked. Show me the goods, Sanders,” I joke with him.

“You have no idea how bad I want you right now.” He unbuttons his dress shirt at a frantic pace, whipping it to the floor. He works his pants and boxers off at the same speed. I watch as wetness pools between my thighs. I am so needy right now, but nothing prepares me for Myles stroking his stiff cock with his hand. I salivate watching him. “Satisfied with the goods?” He cocks a brow.

“Hmm. I need to test it out before I leave my review.”

“Oh, Flynn.” He shakes his head like he’s scolding me for being naughty.

My hands come up and touch my breasts. Rolling my nipples between my fingers makes them pucker. Watching Myles stroking himself is going to push me over the edge, and he hasn’t laid a finger on me.

Heat and need burns between my thighs. The sheer strength of his male form reminds me of an Adonis-like figure.

My teeth dig into the flesh of my lower lip as he takes a controlled step toward me and sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the bed. “No more biting that lip. That’s for me.” He reaches down, and his tongue swipes across my lips before he gives me a little nip.

“I’m so turned on already.” My voice is raspy and filled with lust. The entire room feels like it’s on fire. He kisses me hard, his tongue moving inside of my mouth. My hands come up and hold his head as I kiss him back, our teeth clacking together, our tongues tasting and taking. I moan into his mouth, and he grabs my breasts in his hands, kneading them harshly. My nipples are knife-sharp as his fingers tantalize and taunt me at once.

My breath quickens. I’m so close, and he hasn’t even touched my pussy yet.

I stroke him, feeling the strength and length of his cock. His smooth skin has strong veins pulsing through it. “Myles,” I beg.

He groans.

“I need inside you,” he says, and it isn’t a request. I shift up on the bed so that my head is on a pillow, and he settles on top of me. Our lips lock, and there is nothing gentle about his kiss. His large body hovers above me as his cock teases me between my thighs.

“Oh, Myles.” My hands run across his shoulders and down his back, stopping at his sculpted ass. “Please.”

“Say it. I need to hear you say it.” He looks completely undone, his eyes translucent in the dark room. The only light filters through a window, and with the moon shining in, he truly looks surreal.

“I need you inside me.” I reach down and take his cock in my hand, running it up and down my opening, coating him in my juices.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “This is a fucking dream.”

I begin to moan as I move his cock over my clit, but it isn’t enough. I buck beneath him, my entire body throbbing.

He reaches over to the bedside and pulls a box of condoms out of the drawer.

“Before your mind wanders, Dave told me he has the drawer stocked. Not mine.”

I smile.

He rips the wrapper and sheaths his throbbing cock. Watching him makes my insides clench. He pumps his cock twice and moves above me again. He slides inside me slowly. He is big, but I am so wet and ready for him.

“Ah!” We both moan together as our bodies meld. And then he’s moving inside me. Thrusting. I buck my hips into him, hungry for each thrust. He fills me and rips me apart in one breath, touching all the right spots, and even though I want our first time to last, I can’t hold on. He thrusts inside me relentlessly, and I press my clit onto his throbbing cock.

“Myles,” I moan as our sweat-slicked bodies move to a rhythm of their own.

“It’s okay. Come. I’m right behind you.” He groans. And I lift my legs, allowing him to go deeper, thrust harder as I rub myself over and over again. My climax strikes like a large wave, and I moan loudly, coming apart as sparks fly behind my eyes. Myles holds a steady rhythm, fucking the orgasm right out of me. I don’t remember ever coming this hard or long.

“Fuck, Flynn.” He jerks, and then I know he’s coming inside me, and it feels heavenly.

He falls over me, and the sweat from his forehead brushes my shoulder. I kiss his cheek.

“That was…” He’s at a loss of words.

“Yeah,” I agree through fast breaths. He falls beside me, and we kind of lie in awe, staring up where a shadow of the water from outside rolls over the ceiling. We lie quietly like that until our breathing evens out. With his arm wrapped around me, I feel safe and cherished.

Myles looks over at me. “Tink. I need to tell you something.”

I shake my head. “Not tonight,” I say. “Whatever it is can wait.”

He looks like he’s contemplating, and then he must drop it because then he says, “I need to taste you,” his voice is husky.

I’m surprised by his suggestion. I just came so hard I don’t think that will happen again anytime soon.

“Really? Now?” I ask, a little perplexed.

“Oh, Flynn. You have no idea what I plan for you. All your orgasms are mine from here on out,” he says.

“Um…I don’t think I will come again so soon.”

A sly smile breaks out on his lips. “Oh, baby,” he says, and he whips the covers off us and slides down my body. Just the way those words came out of his mouth make me hot and bothered, so I figure he may be onto something.

When his tongue touches my opening, I am raw and tender, and it makes everything feel more intense. As he strokes my clit skillfully, I feel myself building. As his tongue runs over my opening, he presses inside, and my back arches off the bed. My hands reach down to tangle in his hair, and my hips begin to move at their own pace.

“Myles,” I cry out. My body feels too tired to come again and yet I am building fast and hard. Myles keeps to his merciless rhythm, and then I’m coming so hard it almost feels too much to take. My moans are so loud it feels like an out of body experience.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” I think I hear him say, but I’m not sure. I’m spiraling, my body bucking off the bed as Myles tries to stop me from running away from his tongue. I give in and ride the wave. It takes me time to come down from that climax, and when I do, my limbs are listless, and I register the lazy smile on my lips.

“Hey, you.” Myles grins, looking proud of himself.

“That was…”

He chuckles. “I’m glad.” He turns on his back and lies flat beside me. I’m still in awe. “I guess staying apart had its benefits. I just ate you like you were my last meal.”

“Um…yeah.” I’m still speechless.

“Come here.” He pulls me onto his chest. I wrap my arms around him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the scent of his sweaty skin. He presses light kisses to my forehead.

“Thank you for making this night so special,” I say.

“That wasn’t me. It was you. Being with you just feels so right. I still don’t feel like this is real. You may need to pinch me because I keep thinking I will wake up from this dream.”

“I can do better than pinch you,” I say, and I sit up and climb over his body, spreading my thighs over his cock. He groans as my wetness rubs along his shaft. I press kisses over his chest and on his nipples. “You got another condom in that drawer?”

I don’t need to ask twice; he’s already reaching for the box. This time I take the wrapper and sheath his cock.

“You’re gorgeous,” he hisses, grabbing my breasts. I ride him slow at first. We stare at each other as I move above him, and there is so much emotion in his eyes that butterflies do a happy dance inside me. I ride Myles to release and watch as my beautiful, broken Peter Pan comes apart inside me, filling me, and loving me, even if we are too scared to use those words.