Page 55 of His Cowboy Heart

It took a little maneuvering to slip my hand between our bodies, but when I was finally able to fist myself, I groaned. It wouldn’t take more than a few strokes to finish myself off.

“Don’t move until I tell you to,” Flynn murmured against my mouth. He shifted until his lower body was pressed against mine, trapping my hand between my groin and his muscular abdomen. His heavy cock was nudging my upper thighs.

“I was afraid at first,” Flynn said, his eyes locking on to mine. Logically, I knew my body could take it, but I knew it would be uncomfortable… awkward even. “My body resisted at first, but then I closed my eyes and I felt your tongue on me. Your hot, wet, hungry tongue. You kept kissing and sucking until my body relaxed.”

God, if the man thought there was even a chance his words were going to relax me, he was way off base. Between what he was saying and his finger gently grazing over my opening as he spoke, I wanted nothing more than to shove my ass down until his finger had nowhere to go but inside of me.

“You kept saying how good I tasted, but you needed more. I wanted any part of you that I could get inside of me, so when you began kissing me there like it was my mouth, I began to beg you to do whatever came next. That was when you used your hands to open me up. I can still feel your fingers gripping me.”

To make sure I had no doubt what he was talking about, Flynn reached his free hand around my body and gripped one ass cheek, exposing more of me.

“Then you were pushing your tongue into me.”

I was sweating and panting as I kept my eyes locked on Flynn’s. It was all I could do not to close them when the pad of his still-wet finger did the same thing he’d done to himself when I hadn’t been there to see it.

“My dick was so hard I thought I’d come the second you were inside of me, but I was too eager to feel you licking my insides to take myself in hand. Do you know what it’s like to be that hard and not want to come right away?”

I did now.

Flynn’s free hand lifted my leg as much as the panties knotted around my thighs would allow. He held me there as his finger rubbed and pressed against my hole, massaging it. When his finger suddenly disappeared, I nearly cried. But then my eyes followed Flynn’s as he looked down our bodies. I couldn’t see everything because of the angle, but there was no mistaking what he’d done by the time his finger returned to my opening. The tip of it was once again wet and since he hadn’t used either of our mouths to manage the feat, it meant he’d covered his finger with his own pre-cum.

“It stung when you were inside of me,” Flynn continued, his voice husky. His finger had breached my hole and he was buried up to his first knuckle inside of me. All I could do was lie there as his finger worked the muscles trying to keep him out. I had one hand wrapped around his upper arm, the other still holding my cock. “Then it started to burn.”

The thought of Flynn putting his finger inside his own body for the first time, all while he imagined it was my tongue, made it hard to breathe. God, what I would have given to be a fly in the room that night.

“Did you like it?” I managed to ask.

“I loved it,” Flynn said. We were once again watching each other intently as our bodies experienced every touch, real and imagined. “Except it wasn’t enough when you were all the way inside. I still felt empty.”

“I would have used my fingers at that point,” I said huskily. “First one to loosen you up, then another to get you ready for me. Flynn responded by sliding his finger all the way inside me. Tears stung my eyes, but not because of the burn that followed the initial discomfort. “So good, Flynn,” I croaked. My ass muscles instinctively clamped down on his finger. This time, Flynn was the one to let out a harsh moan. I took the opportunity to study his features. He was breathing hard, but nowhere near what he'd been experiencing the night of his panic attack.

“So tight, Jules,” Flynn whispered as he drew his finger back out until it was nearly clear of my body. Then he pushed it back into me. My entire being jerked at the sensation. He finger-fucked me a few times before his finger disappeared entirely, then it was back, once again wet.

More of his pre-cum.

My body welcomed his re-entry and when he added another finger, I saw stars. I had yet to stroke my cock despite the fact that I had my fingers wrapped around it. Flynn hadn’t told me I could yet, and I was glad because then all of this would be over.

I rode Flynn’s fingers as he slid them in and out of me. He kept trying to pull my leg higher over his hip, exposing more and more of me. His cock was nudged up against my balls.

“Fuck, I wanted to take you with my fingers first, but I can’t wait,” Flynn barked in frustration.

“Good, because I can’t either. Fuck me, Flynn. For real,” I demanded.

Flynn was gentle when he removed his fingers, but everything after was rushed.

“I’ll replace these,” Flynn snapped impatiently as his hands met just beneath my ass. A loud tearing sound followed until my leg was completely free. I didn’t give a crap about the torn clothing. If I’d had the strength, I would have ripped his jeans so I could feel more of his body against mine. Flynn didn’t seem concerned about his pants, though, because he was reaching for the small bottle of lube. He was forced to release my leg so he could open the cap, but I left my leg where it was. I wanted to beg him to hurry, but he was already fumbling with the bottle as it was.

To know that I was the one who was making him clumsy warmed up my insides. Granted, I already felt like I was going to go up in flames at any moment, but a part of me that couldn’t be warmed by something like sex soaked up the knowledge that I had as much power over Flynn’s body as he had over mine. By the time the head of his wet dick was notched up against my hole, I had a stranglehold on my own dick. At that point, I was holding myself firmly in an attempt to keep me from missing out on what was to come.

Flynn’s hand held my cheek open while his other hand held his demanding cock steady as he pushed his hips forward.

I couldn’t say who made what sounds after that, but when he finally breached me, his mouth latched on to mine. It was a hard, impatient meeting of our tongues as he pulled back just a little and then pushed forward so even more of his length slid into me. I gripped his arm hard as the pain and burn mixed. Despite his clear need, Flynn was being careful not to just thrust into me and start fucking me.

He needed me to feel what he was feeling—that desperation to be one with another person. Not just any person, though.Theperson. No man other than Flynn would ever touch me again. No one would ever be able to make me feel all the things he did.

Not that I’d give anyone else a chance.

Flynn was it.

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