Page 22 of Flash

He meets the kiss, undoing my jeans while our tongues knot and our lips find a hungry rhythm, his damp cock dragging against my stomach, leaving streaks of precum sticky on my skin.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I murmur against his lips as I shimmy out of my pants and kick them aside. “You’ve been stuck in my head since that day on the side of the road.”

He shivers and lets out a whimper, giving a little shake of his head like he wants to argue with me or insist I’m lying. I nudge his thighs apart with my legs and settle against him, cock to cock, mouth to mouth again, his legs wrapping around my middle and his hands greedily roaming over my bare skin. I roll my hips, dragging my erection against his, groaning at the feeling of hot, silky steel against hot, silky steel. The head of my cock catches against his and I swallow his moan, meeting it with a muffled, hungry sound of my own.

I reach blindly for the condom and reluctantly break the kiss so I can tear it open. I roll it down my shaft and then add a generous amount of lube while Lewis stares up at me with heat in his eyes and his hand on his cock. He strokes himself slowly, his cockhead bulging with every upstroke, precum pearling on his slit and trickling down his length.

I line up, notching myself against his hole and bracing my other hand next to his head. A flash of vulnerability in his pretty blue eyes gives me the slightest second of pause—not because I think he wants me to stop, but because something in the look makes me think he needs something more. The right words, the right… something that I don’t know him well enough yet to guess.

A feeling clenches inside my chest. I want to know him well enough to know exactly what he needs. Will he let me get that close eventually?

“What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?” he snarks breathlessly.

I let out a hoarse laugh and push forward, easing through the tight outer ring of muscle and sinking into the welcoming heat of his body with a moan. All higher-level thinking leaves the building with the shuddering gasp he lets out, stroking himself faster as I fill him in a single thrust. All I have now is the primal need to hear him scream my name and that same craving for the taste of his lips.

The bed creaks underneath us, the slap of our skin and the chorus of our moans filling the bedroom along with the musky smell of our sweat. Our mouths crash together in a sloppy kiss, our lips jarring with every thrust that bumps our noses together and knocks the breath out of my lungs. It’s a blur of wandering hands and whispered words like yes, and please, and more, more, more as I fill him over and over again.

Lewis works his hand over his cock wildly now, bucking in time with my rhythm as he snaps his hips up, riding my cock in search of the pleasure building inside of him.

“Yeah, beautiful, use my cock. I want to feel you come. Jesus, you’re fucking incredible,” I groan, heat building in my gut and creeping up my spine.

He gasps my name just the way I need to hear it and bites down on his lip so hard I’m not surprised by the tang of blood that hits my tongue with the next messy kiss. His thighs tense and start to quiver, and his hole tightens around me, constricting so hard I practically see stars. And then, with a shout, he falls apart. A hot splash of his cum hits my stomach and his inner muscles start to pulse around my cock, dragging me right to the edge right along with him then pulling me over into the abyss of pleasure on the other side.

I grunt his name and bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the earthy scent of his skin as my cock throbs and pulses, matching the waves of his orgasm with shudders of pleasure all my own. I grind inside of him until my balls are empty and my body is completely spent. Even then, it’s hard to convince myself to pull out and let go of him. I shudder as I ease out and he lets out a little whimper.

I tie off the condom and toss it onto the floor to deal with it later, then I collapse on the bed next to him. He rolls over onto his stomach and turns his face towards me. I put my hand on his back, trailing up and down, gently following the slope of his spine with my fingers while we both catch our breath.

“If you were trying to get me to stop pursuing you, you should know you completely failed,” I murmur, kissing his shoulder before dragging my tongue over his skin to lap up the beads of sweat forming there.

He chuckles and pushes his damp hair off his forehead. “I definitely save the good stuff for the elite few who actually score a date with me,” he teases.

I bite back a jealous growl at the thought of anyone else putting their hands on him.

Our eyes meet in the dim light, and that vulnerable expression is back again. I drag my fingers up to trace the shape of his lips, and he purses them to kiss my fingertips.

“You’re sweet, Arrow. I had a lot of fun tonight.”

I grimace and then turn it into a wry smile. “Is that your way of politely telling me to get the hell out now?”

He laughs again. “It’s my way of saying I’m glad I texted you this time and that I hope we do this again.”

The tension in my chest eases a fraction.

“Casually,” he reminds me.

I swallow hard, a few beats of silence passing between us while I try to work out whether I should risk blowing up a nice moment with too much honesty.

“What?” he asks, smoothing his index finger over the crease forming between my eyebrows.

I blow out a breath. Fuck it. Balls to the wall, even if it blows up in my face.

“I’m fine with casual, but I’m shit at sharing. You’re not my boyfriend, I can live with that, but if there’s going to be someone else tangled up in your sheets tomorrow…”

“There’s no one else.” He narrows his eyes. “That goes both ways though. I’m not going to be some princess in a tower if you’re out sticking your dick in anything that moves.”

“That’s not a problem.” I bite back a chuckle. He’s fucking crazy if he thinks I’ve bothered to remember anyone else exists since laying eyes on him.

“Good.” He leans over and brushes a kiss to my lips, then grins. “Now get the hell out.”

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