Chapter Six
Flynn smiled as Gina’s fingers flew over the keyboard for the next hour. He finished putting the chairs together but hesitated moving on to the next step. Gina was lost in her work of make-believe and did not seem to notice, or care, that he was watching as she grew more aroused by whatever she was writing.
He watched until a triumphant expression crossed her face and she typed the last few letters, ending with a flourish. “The end,” she murmured with a grin that sent the blood he had finally coaxed out of his cock, right back into it again.
“All finished?” He chuckled when she jumped with a squeak and glanced around, as if wondering where she was.
“Oh, yes, all finished,” she responded with a bright smile. “How about you?”
“I finished up about ten minutes ago.”
She blinked, a bit slow to reemerge from the creative world she had been in. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have stopped.”
“No way. That was one of my fantasies,” he said as he rounded the table and crossed the garage for the second time. “I’ve been wanting to sit and watch you work for months, knowing what you were writing and how at the end of your writing you’d be all wound up and in need of some serious stress relief.”
The smile she sent him as she slipped off the stool and came around the corner of the table where she had been working sent his cock into full arousal. “Really? It had to have been boring watching me just type.”
“Ah, but you don’t just type,” he said, meeting her in the middle of the room. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He smiled when she sucked in a breath as her bare, stiff nipples rubbed against his shirt. He began to shuffle them along in time to the ballad playing on the radio. “You make the most interesting faces and mutter nonsense, and I think you even moaned and groaned once or twice.”
His heart filled with joy and laughter when her cheeks turned bright red just before she buried her face in his shoulder. “Oh, my God, I didn’t realize. You should have stopped me.”
“No way,” he said, rubbing one hand down her back to cup her ass. “I wanted to see you at work. I must say, you are intense. Your phone rang twice and you never skipped a beat in your typing. So, how are you feeling?”
Before she could answer, her stomach gave a loud rumble. In response, his made a similar loud, long sound of hunger.
“Well, I guess that answers that,” he said with another laugh. “Good thing I ordered pizza.”
God, what was it about this woman that he had him laughing at everything when they were together?
When a door slammed out in the driveway, she froze in his arms. He tightened his hold on her to keep her bare chest pressed into his shirt when she tried to pull away. A moment later, a figure entered the open garage door.
“I have an order of a pepperoni and mushroom pizza and two bottles of Pepsi for Flynn?” the deliverywoman said as she stepped inside.
“Put everything on the table, please,” Flynn directed as Gina tried to bury herself even deeper into his embrace.
“Have a good day,” the woman said, setting the pizza and soda next to Gina’s tablet and then leaving.
The woman in his arms did not lift her head until the car door slammed again and engine started and then slowly faded away as the deliverywoman drove away.
“No one coming by, huh?”
“She wasn’t unannounced. I called the order in,” Flynn pointed out, trying hard not to grin at the rosy flush of embarrassment that covered every inch of Gina’s skin from hairline to nipples.
“So, now that we’ve both finished our work for the morning, what are we going to do?” Gina asked, sounding like the flirty, teasing woman he loved to talk to.
“Now we eat. Then I thought you could come with me while I make some deliveries,”
“No relaxing breaks that take all afternoon?” she asked with a smirk.
Flynn wobbled his eyebrows as he released her and tweaked her nipples. “I wish, but I need to get these pieces delivered this afternoon. Maybe you can find a way to relax yourself in the truck while I’m driving,” he said.
She giggled at his expression when she pulled her bra together then rebuttoned her shirt. “Maybe. Or I could take a nap with my head on your lap, rubbing my hand back and forth against a certain length of man-flesh.”
Flynn groaned and walked to the refrigerator in the far corner of the room to keep from stripping off the rest of her clothes. He could see himself bending her over the edge of the table and fucking her until they were one giant puddle of goo melted together on the floor.
“Water or soda?” he asked, grabbing a couple of paper cups he kept there for just such occasions.
“Soda, please,” she responded. Tones of the sexy siren that tempted him so quickly and thoroughly were still audible.
They ate right out of the box, using paper towels he had in the shop as napkins. Flynn had to fight his nearly overwhelming need for her, instead turning so she was no longer in his direct line of sight. By the time they finished, he realized he could wait no longer.
He had to have her.
It suddenly dawned on him that this was why he kept their association purely sexual. He wanted her as much as, or more than, she apparently wanted him, but if they were together on a full-time basis, neither of them would get much work done. And right now, with jobs needing his attention lined up out the door and down the driveway, such a beautiful distraction was the last thing he needed.
But the thought of having her nearby all the time was a hell of an attractive one.
Once they finished eating, he tossed the remainder of the pizza in the garage refrigerator before approaching her again. His cock had been so hard for so long he was not sure he would last long enough to slide it inside her hot, wet pussy, but he was damned well going to try.
As he approached, he could see the arousal in her eyes, feel it in the slight hitch in her breathing as he pulled her close and began to kiss her. His hand ran over every inch of her that he could reach. She smiled and returned his caresses, sending his blood pressure and need skyrocketing to a point where he did not give a flying fuck about anything except getting them both naked so he could feel her body against his.
“Come with me,” he said.
Taking her hand, he led her into the house. He gave no thought to her reaction to the house, the décor, or anything else about their surroundings. All he could think about was being with Gina, loving on her, filling her, and watching as she flew over the edge of arousal into fulfillment.
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As Gina followed, she looked around with interest. Flynn led her from the garage, through a glassed-in sunroom, and into the main part of the house. He did not say a word as they passed through an eat-in kitchen and living room before turning right and continuing down a hall.
A big-screen television over the fireplace at the other end of the living room caught her by surprise. Flynn had told her on numerous occasions that the only television he watched were the twenty-four-hour news networks. The way the two big black leather recliners and couch were aligned told her a different story. Or maybe the roommate watched a lot of television?
She had only a few seconds to glance at groups of photographs that covered one wall of the hallway. At the first door down the hall, he stopped and turned to her.
“It’s not much.” He sounded almost apologetic as he pushed open the door then stepped back and allowed her to precede him into the room.
Gina glanced around the room, taking in the queen-size bed, dresser, nightstand, and small desk, but it barely made an impression on her. Being in the same room with Flynn while they each worked at their own projects, combined with writing a sizzling hot sex scene, and finishing the book, had wound Gina so tight she was tempted to say screw the rest of the day.
Feeling more assertive than she had in all the time she had spent with him, Gina turned and pushed against Flynn’s chest. He complied with her unspoken demands, backing up until he was sandwiched between her body and the wall.
She slowly dragged her breasts back and forth across his chest. “Can we extend this lunch break just a little bit longer?”
He smiled at her as his hands settled on her hips, pulling them more securely into his. “Maybe a little,” he said with a sexy grin before leaning forward and kissing her.
She pushed his shirt to his armpits and then opened his pants and shoved them to his knees before stepping back far enough she could strip out of her own clothes. By the time she was naked, he was too. She licked her lips as she looked up and down his body. Though she had seen it many times before, she wished he would let her explore so she could memorize every inch of him. But that would require staying still for a long period of time and there was no way he could handle that.
Instead, she planted a hand in the center of his chest and pushed him until he fell back over the end of the bed.
“Slide up,” she said as she moved to stand between his widespread knees.
He did as she demanded, then watched as she climbed onto the bed before bending her head and kissing her way up his body. She was too wound up to spend much time on foreplay, but, from the looks of his cock, he was in the same predicament.
She kissed, licked, and stroked from just above his right knee to within an inch of his cock. She then licked a line up the underside of his cock and kissed the glans before pulling away and repeating the action on his left leg.
He gasped and his hips jumped when she wrapped two fingers around the base of his cock. Then again when she took just the head between her lips, swirling her tongue around the tip. He sucked a breath and moaned when she released him, his cock bouncing twice on his belly. She licked and kissed a trail up the center of his body until she crouched over his body, her lips just an inch from his.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked in a throaty whisper just before brushing a kiss across his lips.
“Ride me,” he moaned, reaching between them and tweaking her nipples, causing her to suck in a breath as electric fire raced straight to her clit.
Straightening over him, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and then maneuvered her body a bit higher. Trailing the cockhead from her pussy then up and over her clit caused them to begin gasping and panting in harmony. She then fit the head at her opening and settled down over him, a long sound of pleasure leaving her lips as he filled her perfectly.
She sat on his pelvis for a few seconds with her eyes closed. Her pussy clenched around him as she savored the fullness his cock gave her. When he shifted under her, she began to slowly slide up and down his length.
“That’s it, ride that cock,” he ordered, his voice tight and hoarse.
His hands came up and helped her to slide up and down his cock, urging her to go faster and harder. Her arousal tightened in her sex center, making it harder to concentrate on anything except her own orgasm. She had to smile when he brought his legs up behind her, planted his feet, and began to drive up each time she dropped down his cock.
“Oh, shit, that feels good,” he moaned as his hips rose to meet her faster and his expression grew more serious.
Gina wanted to agree, but could not form the words to do so. She smiled instead and moved even faster and more powerfully on his length. In less than a minute, her orgasm exploded, tightening her pussy around him as she slammed down one last time. The same moment she did, his face contorted and he cried out his own release.
At once, her muscles relaxed to the point she could no longer hold herself up. As she settled her body over his, he rolled so they lay side by side on the bed. They remained connected while their breathing slowed, and their bodies and minds began to function once again.
She would have been happy to curl up and nap for a bit, but before she could make the suggestion, Flynn pulled from her and rolled off the bed. He turned to grin down at her. “Come on, you have to get up.”
With that, he pulled her from the bed before disappearing down the hall. She was half-dressed when he returned and grabbed his own clothes. “Bathroom is right next door,” he offered.
Grabbing the rest of her clothes, Gina made her way to the bathroom where she used the facilities before cleaning up and getting dressed. As she did, her emotions were in a turmoil. Even though he had opened up to her in a big way by giving her this day, was sex all that would ever be between them?
The thought depressed her, even though it looked like they would be spending the afternoon together. Maybe while they were in the truck would be the time to bring up the subject they both seemed averse to discussing. But how could she approach it without making a fool of herself? Or forcing him to say something he did not feel?