Public Display of Everything by Cara Dee

video. I stare at the muscles in my ass clenching every time I ram into Flynn. Combined with his stroking me off right now, it's almost too much. I can feel it in my fucking toes.
    "Need you," I growl. "I'm already close, goddammit."
    Flynn hums, taking his sweet fucking time, and gives me a few more wet thrusts and deep licks. "Good." He finally stands up, only to drive me closer to the brink of insanity by dragging his cock between my ass cheeks. "I won't last long. That’s why I wanted you close. The site suggested that."
    Delirious in my need, I crack a lazy smile at his Googling habits, but it's forgotten the minute he pushes the head of his cock against my hole.
    "I'll go slow," he whispers, gripping my hips with his slick fingers.
    Not too slow, I hope. As he carefully inches inside, I force myself to relax and push back. He stretches me to the point where pain takes over, but I also happen to love it rough; the burn makes everything more intense.
    By the time he's buried deep inside my ass, I spit out a hoarse curse and bite down on my forearm still resting on the back of the couch. I'm a live wire, hyperalert and sensitive. Has it ever been like this in the past? Doubtful. I know it's been ages, but I would've remembered this.
    "Oh God," Flynn breathes out. "Are—are you okay?"
    "Yeah." My voice is like gravel. I see nothing, hear nothing. "I need you to fuck me. Hard ."
    I feel his shudder.
    He pulls out slowly, then pushes back in, and that’s it. I go from simmering to boiling. Beads of perspiration press to the surface of my skin. It feels like I'm on fire. Palming my cock, I squeeze it hard to delay my climax, but it's futile with Flynn's pace increasing.
    Exactly like his way of touching and kissing, his fucking is instinctual. He may plan and prepare, but once he loses it, sex consumes him.
    "Feels—fuck, fuck, fucking—amazing," he pants.
    All I can muster is a gritty groan. Amazing doesn’t cover it. He's everywhere. Hammering his cock inside me, he sends shockwaves of pleasure through me.
    "Can't stop, can't stop," he grits out. "I need to fill you up, Cory. Have to. Oh my God, baby."
    At those words, I let go of my cock and grip the edge of the couch, my fingers digging in. Never in my life have I been so desperate that I whimper and beg, but Flynn brings it out of me. Evidently.
    In a particularly hard thrust, I nearly lose my footing. Flynn cries out and falls forward, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes. I'm not even worried about my own orgasm. I know he'll give it to me. At the moment, his climax is more important than my own, and isn't that a fucking revelation.
    "Fuck, shit, fuck," he groans hoarsely. "You didn’t come."
    I swallow dryly and shake my head. "Focus on yourself right now. Take what you want from me."
    He shivers and breathes heavily against my shoulder blades, his arms snaking around me to find my aching dick. "It's actually good." He puffs out a couple labored breaths. "There's something—I want to try. Christ. Shit, fuck. I can't breathe."
    At the sight of my white knuckles, I force my fingers to let go of the couch. It's difficult, my body strung up and tense. I barely even feel it when Flynn pulls out from me. It's something that usually stings, makes me wince and hiss, but I'm too rigid with urgency and desperation.
    "Lie back on the couch," he rasps, then disappears from the room.
    I move automatically, landing on my back. One look at the TV shows us asleep in each other's arms. We look beautiful together, end of fucking story, but it's not exactly what I need right now.
    When Flynn returns, I half expect him to be happy-go-lucky and sweet, but all I see is dark hunger in his eyes. He swipes a warm washcloth over me to remove the lube, then tosses it on the floor.
    Next he moves down my body and kisses my inner thighs. "Are you sore?"
    "Yeah, but…" Fuck, I can't speak. "Keep going—oh, motherfucking God ." I let out a growl of pure ecstasy as he gently blows cool air