As he said the words, he thrust deeply into her mouth. Ready for him, Izzy sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. She loved giving him this. The sensual sounds he made, the way he hung on the verge of letting go, of him thinking he was in control when it was she who had him, not in the palm of her hand but her mouth. If she had her hands free, all she would have to do was grab his ass and force his hips into her as she sucked him to his knees.
He tugged her hair as he rocked his hips back and forth. She wanted to feel his skin, cup his balls, control the tempo.
He swelled in her mouth, the thick veins outlining his shaft, hard and smooth. His body quickened. Just when she clamped her lips as firmly as she could around him and sucked hard, he cursed and pulled out of her mouth.
Pulling her head away from his throbbing cock, he groaned. “Oh, no. You’re not going to turn this around on me.” He pushed her head back so that she was looking up at him. He stepped in to her again and with his hand guided his cock between her parted lips.
When she took all of him into her mouth, his eyes rolled back. “Damn, girl,” he said, and slowly exhaled.
His words, his hard body, and the way he responded so ardently to her was as much of a turn-on to her as if he was actually sucking her body parts. There was something sublimely primitive about what they were doing. She was tied to a chair; her thighs spread wide, her pelvis grinding the air begging for the magnificent cock in her mouth. With Flynn, every inhibition she had ever had evaporated. That they would be able to watch the video another time and revisit this erotic escapade didn’t, even for a moment, shame her. She felt the opposite; she couldn’t wait, and when they did, Flynn was going to find himself restrained while she did all kinds of naughty things to him.
“Do you like the taste of me?” he asked roughly.
Not willing to release him to answer, she nodded and hummed, “Ummhumm.”
“Do you like me in your mouth?”
“Ummhmmmm.”
“Why?”
“Mmm” was her response.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
Regretfully, she released him from her lip lock. Though before she told him all of the reasons why she loved him this way, she licked the wide glistening head and sucked him deeply into her mouth one more time for good measure.
“Christ,” he growled, digging his fingers into her scalp. The pain mingled with the wild rock of his hips went straight to her pulsing core. When he tried to pull away, she used her teeth to hold him.
“Oh, you are going to pay for that.”
Reverently, Izzy tongued him as her lips sucked his hot thickness.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned.
Izzy smiled, and in that instant, he slid out of her mouth. Quickly, he untied her and hoisted her up into his arms. “We’re taking a shower. Then I’m chaining you to my bed for the next month.”
Hot water sprayed them in the big walk-in. Wordless, because no words were needed, Flynn lathered her up, and while he made every effort to keep his actions platonic, so that he could make love to her in his bed, Izzy had other ideas. Her body ached with a need so powerful she nearly wept with frustration. When Flynn’s hands slid along her breasts, she moaned and turned to face him, grasping his shaft in her hands, and slowly stroked him.
“You never answered my question, Isa,” he said, sliding his hands down the curve of her back to her bottom.
Licking his hard nipple, she gazed up at him and had to think through her sex-induced fog.
“Why do you like my cock in your mouth?”
“I love how you taste.” Running her fingertips along the underside of his scrotum, she smiled when his eyes narrowed. “I love how you respond to me.”
Her hand wrapped around his impressive erection. Slowly she fisted him. Air hissed from his lungs.
“Me too.” Prying her fingers from around him, Flynn turned her around. “But you’ve forgotten, I’m in control this time.” As punishment for her impudence, he lathered her from behind and slid his cock between her butt cheeks and plucked her swollen nipples.
“Flynn,” she mewed. “Stop torturing me.”
Pressing her to his chest and hips, he lowered his lips to her ear. “First rule you need to learn, love, is patience.”
He caught her ear between his lips and sucked. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. She obeyed instantly.
Lathering up a soft cloth, he moved around to face her. “Don’t move,” he sternly said, then dropped to a knee. Her body quivered despite the warm rush of water. “If you move, I’m turning off this shower and you’ll sleep alone tonight.”
Mutely, she nodded, trying valiantly to stand still. While he slathered up her legs, his fingertips sweeping along her engorged lips, Izzy bit her bottom lip to keep from making a sound. Squeezing her eyes closed, she stood ramrod stiff, afraid that if she looked down at him, all bets would be off.
“Good girl,” he crooned, coming to a stand. Warm water glided across her body. He moved her thighs apart and changed the water flow from rain shower to firm pulse stream.
Taking the hand held part of the shower head, Flynn directed it along her shoulders in long soothing strokes, then down her back, slowly around her hips, and up between her breasts. He then circled each nipple. The warm steady pulse pummeling her erogenous zones pushed her back to the edge. When he moved down her belly to the rise of her mound, she steeled herself.
“You should see yourself, Isa. Your breasts are so lush and your nipples so swollen, craving my lips on them.” He moved into her space, lowering the showerhead, the spray catching the edge of her clitoris.
“Ahhh,” she breathed. “Please.” He moved it lower, to her sensitive lips. “Flynn, please!” she begged.
“How close are you, sweetheart?”
Opening her eyes, she bit her lip. His eyes were molten with desire. “On the very edge.” He smiled and turned off the water.
Swooping her up into his arms, he strode with her, both dripping wet from the shower into the bedroom where he tossed her onto the bed.
Wide-eyed, Izzy stared at him. His body glistened with moisture, his muscles tight beneath his tanned skin. His erection was dark, swollen and hungry. As her eyes traveled along his flat abs to his wide muscular chest, then to the firm set of his lips, she held her breath staring into his fierce eyes. Swallowing, she moved back on the bed, parting her thighs just enough to give him a glimpse of what he so badly wanted.
“What are you waiting for, Special Agent? An invitation?”
“If I get into that bed with you and we make love—”
When the words didn’t come, Izzy finished for him. “Once I make you mine, Flynn, there’s no going back.”
“I won’t let you go,” he said.
“I won’t let you.”
He stepped to the edge of the bed. Raising her arms to him, she lay back into the mound of pillows and smiled.
His body moved over hers. His fingers slid into her damp hair. Cupping her head, he kissed her. Slowly, worshipfully. Izzy closed her eyes, never feeling more cherished.
Breaking his kiss, Flynn asked softly, “Why did you pick me?”
Eyelids fluttering open, she gazed at his limpid blue eyes. They told her everything she needed to know about how he felt about her. She answered from her heart. “Because I knew the moment I set eyes on you, you’d change my life.”
A rush of breath hissed from his lips. “I thought the same thing when I looked across the room and saw your bubble gum smile.”
“I have that effect,” she teased.
“Isa,” Flynn whispered against her lips, “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I never want you to undo it.”
Smiling, she pressed her heart to his. “You’re stuck with me, missing pieces and all.”
Pressing his knee between her legs, Flynn gently parted her thighs. “I’ll find the pieces, baby, and put you back together again.”
“You’re the only missing piece I wanted to find.” Moving forward, she caught the head of his penis, and pressed herself onto him. “Now that I’ve found you, I don’t need anything else.”