It pisses me off that you basically have that, and you’re shitting it away.” Not hanging drywall or pouring foundations so I can end up with a bad back and no insurance when I’m fifty. “Grow up to be an engineer?” she asked, making her tone intentionally bitchy. “You know what I wanted to do when I was little, more than anything?” She opened her mouth to reply but Flynn went on. Laurel felt a fever growing, hot and defensive. “How come you’re wasting it then? Taking a shitty waitressing job away from some other college kid?” “I really hate that you spent the time and money-well, the government’s money-to get a degree you don’t even want.” Unseen, Laurel grimaced, utterly confused. “Can I tell you something that really annoys me about you?” he asked. Flynn shifted a minute later, his hand closing around her arm, voice by her shoulder. “Fuck off.” Laurel pretended she was teasing back but rolled onto her side to stare at the wall, knowing her face was no good at keeping secrets. “Would you like me to compliment your taste in shoes or listen while you bitch about your female coworkers?” he teased. “You want me to not ask you if anything’s wrong?” “Is it about what you said earlier?” he asked. He clenched a triumphant fist in the air and they fell silent for a little while. “No, you’re still the best lay of my life.” She flopped back down against the mattress. “Shit, I must be losing my touch if you’re already thinking about work two minutes after we stop fucking,” Flynn said. “Yeah, just not looking forward to work tomorrow.” She turned to frown at him, hoping she looked bored and that the hurt didn’t show. “What’re you thinking about, sub shop girl?” She gazed out the tall front windows, wishing she wasn’t flooded with ridiculous, manipulative impulses, like the desire to suddenly decide to leave so Flynn would rush after her, try to talk her into staying.
Instead she felt as if her skin was falling away, leaving her a tangle of exposed nerves and brittle bones. He was the best lover she’d had by miles and the pain that came with knowing she’d eventually lose that shifted Laurel’s mood again. And she’d miss selfish things, like how easy it was for him to get her off. She’d miss feeling like the temporary owner of this strong man, if only for an evening at a time. She’d miss this when their arrangement came to an end. Laurel knelt next to him, dragging her fingers through her sex-tangled hair and staring down at the length of Flynn’s naked body. They made it to their feet and he collapsed back across the bed. No way I can operate a car now,” he said. Laurel straightened up, swallowed and nodded. He sighed, sounding tired in the best way. His hand cupped the back of her head, warm and possessive. Laurel relocated, getting to her knees between his legs, leaning in to lick the come from his skin and hers. Fever flooded her face and breasts and pussy and she bit her lip just to feel the tiny sting of pain.īossy Flynn returned after a few labored breaths. Let me see.” She eased her pulls as he came, keeping her fist tight to milk every last drop, watching in the mirror as it lashed his skin and feeling the wet heat pour over her knuckles. Please.” His hand moved lower, covering her small one for a few thrusts before he cupped his balls, kneading as he came undone. “Yeah, it’s your turn to beg now,” she said. “That’s what I fantasize about when I’m getting off, thinking about you.” She tightened her fist to hear his moan. “You gonna come for me? Gonna let me see all that hot come shoot across that gorgeous stomach?” She brought her lips right to his ear, made her voice sweetly evil. He dragged a hand across his flushed chest, stroking his own skin, his ribs, his nipples, his neck. His eyes looked unfocused, hungry lips parted, nostrils flared. Laurel studied his tensed features, all the evidence of his excitement and desperation. Wanna watch when you make me come.”Įven hotter than Flynn’s ready cock was his face. “Look at that thick cock.” She gave him slow, luxurious pulls, worshipping his length with a greedy hand. Two pairs of eyes watched the reflection as she resumed his torture with hard strokes. They sat down side by side, Flynn’s thighs spread, inviting her hand. She let his cock go and Flynn got up, grabbed the comforter and tossed it on the floor. The full-length was still leaning against the wall from the last time they’d used it. Laurel looked to the floor in front of the bed. She tightened her fist and upped the pace.