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He accelerated, quickly gaining speed. The G-forces generated when the plane began to lift drove Flynn’s cock deeper, and I leaned into the weight of it until he was fully seated and I was writhing on him. I never wanted this moment to end. I wanted to be filled like this forever, never empty again.

My arseclenched, the phantom memory of Tristan’s cock inside me haunting even my waking hours.

With his hands on my hips, Flynn pushed me down, impaling himself even deeper. I cried out, stretched to the brink.

Flynn brought his hands up to my tits, cupping them while he sucked and licked me. Each flick of his tongue, each bite of his teeth was like mainlining ecstasy. Sensation shot from my nipples to my clit, taking the scenic route through every nerve ending in my body.

I rolled my hips, needing him to move. My cunt throbbing, I pushed up on my knees, lifting myself until only the head of his cock was inside me. I slammed down again, moaning with the move.

Yes, fuck yes. This was exactly what I needed. I took control, setting the pace to a hard, deep fuck. With every pass, he connected with my G-spot, his piercings kissing the sensitive walls of my cunt and driving me higher.

I wanted to come, needed it, but I couldn’t get the right angle to hit my clit. My frustrated growl had Flynn pausing. “Please,” I gasped.

He looked at me with wide eyes and whispered, “Promise me.”

“Anything, just touch me,” I begged.

He trailed his fingers down my belly and pressed his thumb into my clit. But it was too gentle to do anything. “You won’t do anything stupid alone. We can’t protect you unless you give us a chance, Zee.”

The raw vulnerability in his gaze, the fear, stole my breath. I leaned in and kissed him with a soft brush of lips before pressing our foreheads together. “I promise.”

“Love you, Zee. I can’t live without you.”

“Love you too.”

We started moving again then, deep grinds and long slow thrusts. Flynn pinched my clit, rolling it between his fingers until I was on the edge. Between breath-stealing kisses, each moan that erupted from my chest was an incoherent litany of praise for him. Jesus, fuck, I was gonna come.

The walls of my cunt contracted so hard, I was sure I’d strangled his cock. He gave a choked-out cry, his movements stuttering. A wave of tingles erupted over my skin, raising gooseflesh in its wake. Ecstasy exploded in my bloodstream, shooting through my veins, and my clit throbbed, sensation drowning me until I saw stars, and my vision went dark around the edges.

Flynn shouted, his cock growing impossibly harder in me. Heat flooded my core, and like afterburners on a rocket, it thrust me ever higher until I was floating weightlessly in orbit. Each pulse of his cum painting my walls was like a branding iron, an ownership mark that only we knew about.

He kept moving, gentling as he softened. His nips and licks turned soft, urging me closer so he could feast on my lips. He kissed me again, this time with a sigh of happiness, his tongue meeting mine in a slow dance that whispered sweet promises of forever.

He tugged my wrists between us and untied me, rubbing the skin where it had turned red.

His touches were tender, his kisses gentle.

Even if the professor had walked out, even if Ryder never took that leap and fucked me like I’d invited him to, I knew I’d always have Flynn. I just hoped I was enough for him.

He kissed my neck, sucking softly on the sensitive patch of skin just below my ear. “We’re beginning to descend,” he murmured, his arms squeezing me tighter in his embrace.

“Mmm,” I mumbled.

“We should get dressed.”

“Mmm.” We sat there a few moments longer until Ryder dropped altitude again. We’d been in the air for forty-odd minutes. The airport was only minutes away. “We should.”

He eased my bra up my arms and clipped it on before helping me stand up. “Bend over the table again. I’ll help you get your pants on.

I waited, throwing a look over my shoulder at what was taking so long. Flynn was zipping up his pants, his grin cheeky as he watched his cum run down my legs.

Finally, he turned his attention to me, wiping my legs with my panties before stuffing the silk into his pocket. Lifting my feet, he eased my leather pants on, tugging them up until they were at my arse. He bit me then, sucking a mark just below the still-tingling skin where my smacks had been delivered. “Your butt is such a beautiful pink. I’ll put some lotion on you when we get home.”

Home. Together. I liked the sound of that.

Twenty-two

Ezra

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