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Instead, just like last night, I was determined to show him how I felt without words. To make him even half as crazy for me as I was for him.
“That’s some bold talk from a man who was so eager to be fucked that he announced last call fifteen minutes early, just so all the customers would be gone by the time I got here,” I teased, my voice nearly as hoarse and wrecked as his. I trailed my fingers lower to fondle his balls, and Flynn’s hips jerked.
He swore ripely. “I hate you, Frog. Loathe. Abhor. And I was not eager to be fucked. For all you know, I was eager to do the fucking.”
I felt my lips twitch despite how desperately aroused I was. “Oh, god. How embarrassing. I totally misinterpreted. See, when I squeezed your ass while we were making out, and you moaned like a porn star, flipped around, laid yourself down, and commanded that I rim you, I immediately thought you wanted me to fill this hole.” I ran my fingers over his opening again, letting them catch on his rim, and his breath caught. “When you begged for my fingers and said, ‘More, JT. Fill me, JT,’ I thought this was what you wanted.” I stuffed two fingers back inside of him, tagging his prostate.
Flynn made a keening noise.
Christ.Perfect.
I lifted his chin in my other hand and twisted his head further so I could nip his jaw and run my teeth over the freckles on his shoulder. “Because otherwise, I would have been really fucking thrilled to take your dick,” I whispered, rutting against him again. “Remember that for next time.”
“Fuckingfuck,” Flynn said eloquently through gritted teeth. He pounded one fist against the countertop. “Get inside me now and make me come, or there won’t be a next time. I don’t fuck around with jerks who get off on edging.”
“Tsk, tsk.Someone’s telling lies, Honeycutt.” But I opened a condom packet with my teeth and rolled it on before dragging my cock down the cleft of his ass. His high-pitched whimper made my blood sizzle. “You fucking love it. You love when I tell you you have to lay there and take it. You love when I make you lose control.”
I didn’t give him a chance to make another snarky comment. I slid my cock inside him slowly, letting the warm, silken heat of him surround me.
Flynn’s entire body shivered, from head to foot. His eyes clamped shut, and his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. I wasn’t even sure he was breathing.
Me, on the other hand? I couldn’t shut up.
“Oh, fuck. Flynn Honeycutt, you are… incredible.” I ran my hands up his smooth back, caressing his shoulders, before smoothing them back down to grab his ass cheeks and spread him wider so I could watch him take me. “Love seeing you like this. I love that you let me inside you this way. Love how tight you are and how well I fill you.”
I pulled out of him just a little so I could admire how his hole looked stretched around me, all obscene pink perfection. Then I dug my fingertips into the firm muscle as I thrust back inside, wanting to mark him all over.
“Fuck, baby.” I ran a hand up into his hair and tugged lightly. “You take me so perfectly. This was exactly what you wanted tonight, wasn’t it?”
Flynn’s breath sawed in and out, filling the air with needy whimpers. “Oh, fuck. I wanna come. JT. Frog. I want—”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me harder. I want you to come all over me. I… I want…” He broke off as I pulled all the way out of him and slammed back inside.
I pounded into him over and over, like if I could just fuck him hard enough, seat myself deep enough inside him, maybe I could convince him how good we could be together.
“J-Jon,” he cried brokenly. “Please, Jon. Touch me. I’ll do anything. I’ll give you anything you want. I—”
Ah, shit. I swallowed hard. I was a lot of things to a lot of people. Jonathan. Mr. Wellbridge. Frog. The stupid fuckingRainmaker. No one had ever simply called me Jon, and to say I liked it—liked that Flynn had come up with it—was a serious understatement.
I reached around and grasped his dick, which was bobbing against his stomach, leaking precum like a fucking faucet.
“I want you to come for me, Firecracker,” I commanded. “I want you to say my name when you do.”
I jerked him in time to my strokes as best I could. It was a weird angle, and the rhythm wasn’t a hundred percent perfect because I was losing concentration, losing myself in Flynn.
Flynn didn’t seem to mind. His breath whooshed in and out of him, and his channel clenched around my cock.
“Fuh—gahd,” he wailed. “Yeah. Yes! I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!”
Like there was any chance of that happening. I wouldn’t—couldn’t—stop, even if the damn Tavern collapsed around us. “I’m right here, Flynn,” I vowed. “Right here.”
Flynn’s fingertips turned white, like he was trying to dig his fingers into the wood, and he widened his stance, bracing himself for the onslaught. Only a few strokes later, he cried out, his voice ringing through the empty bar as he spurted against my hand… and probably the cabinets. “Jon! Oh, Jesus fuck, Jon!” He sounded relieved. Bewildered. Undone.
Hearing him that way, knowing I’d caused it, was all it took for me to follow him over the edge.
I rested my forehead against his shoulder blade, with my arm still wrapped around him and my hand still awkwardly holding his dick. I was incredibly reluctant to let go. Having sex in the Tavern sounded amazing and was, but now I was going to have to convince Flynn to let me stay over when all I really wanted to do was fall asleep with him in my arms and not think about the coming week.
