Public Display of Everything by Cara Dee Page A

and licks around my opening. He groans softly, no doubt tasting his own release inside me. It's all the lube we need, so I just sink further into delirium when he begins to finger-fuck me.
    A moment later, he puts me in his mouth, too. He sucks my cock down his throat and curls his long fingers inside my ass. I jump in reflex, followed by a string of curses as he rubs against my prostate.
    "There?"
    I hold my breath and nod quickly. He found it, all right. "Close," I hiss through clenched teeth.
    Over and over, he rubs the pads of his fingers over that spot. My cock leaks of pre-come, something Flynn seems to enjoy the hell out of. He moans and sends vibrations up my shaft.
    I explode.
    The only warning I manage to give is a shallowly breathed "Now." I fist Flynn's hair and bury my dick in his throat. My eyes close. Or at least my vision goes black. I'm fucking lost. He keeps massaging my prostate, drawing more streams of come from me.
    In the end, my lungs are burning and I gasp for air. It's like hitting the surface after being underwater for too long. My limbs go slack. I sink into the couch, and I get this drunk feeling, torn between crying and laughing my ass off. Of course, I have energy for neither, so I stay quiet and focus on catching my breath.
    "That was so sexy, Cory." Flynn sounds horny again. I feel it too, when he crawls up my body and collapses half on top of me. "So, so sexy. Intense. Out of this world." He pauses. "I need a better superlative."
    "Gimme a minute," I mumble sluggishly.
    He chuckles and draws a blanket over us. "I'm thrilled I have the same effect on you as you have on me." If this is how he feels after I fuck him and make him come, I suppose I can feel good about myself. 'Cause… damn . "Okay, I have the word now."
    "Hmm?" I'm not sure what he's talking about. I wanna sleep. I can already feel myself dozing off.
    "Corybantic."
    What? I mean…no, that’s not a word. I think. Fuck if I know. Some days I need a dictionary around Flynn.
    In the hazy minutes before I succumb to sleep, I recall another man who knew his way around words.
    Luke .

 
    Chapter 10
    *
    Cory,
    I've decided to leave Boston. I have a year and a half before Jayden starts first grade, and Dylan and I need a break from this goddamn place. Jennifer's visits are sporadic at best, so I sincerely doubt she'll object.
    I'd like to see more of the English countryside.
    Hope you're well,
    Luke
    *
    The next morning, I leave the bed without making a noise. I pull on a pair of sweats, go to the bathroom to take a leak and wash up, then make my way to the kitchen. Since we're meeting Tammy at ten and Flynn's not a morning person, I figure pancakes will fix his mood, if only slightly. He's said he loves chocolate pancakes but has complained about the shitty mixes they have in the stores, so I'm banking on success thanks to an old family recipe.
    With the double batch almost ready, I turn on the gas stove. I nearly drop the skillet, but I guess I can prevent a disaster every now and then.
    Instead of pouring cocoa into the batter, I use chocolate chips and Nutella, and just as I'm dumping a generous amount into the bowl, I hear Flynn's feet padding closer.
    His arms snake around my waist, and he presses his forehead to the back of my neck. "Good morning," he mumbles.
    "Hey, you." I bring his hand to my mouth and kiss the tips of his fingers. "I didn’t expect you up this early."
    "Neither did I." He huffs. "But you took the warmth with you when you got up."
    Definitely moody. "I'm making pancakes."
    He stiffens, then peers around me. "Chocolate?"
    "Yep." I grin to myself and pour the first cupful into the skillet. "If you're up to the task, you could set the table and grab the peanut butter and the bowl of dark chocolate I grated earlier. There should be bananas and Fluff, too."
    "That is simply too much to process. I have questions." Flynn lets go of me and stalks over to the fridge. "You grated chocolate?" I hum and flip the pancake.