Off Chance (Off 5)

There... I've managed to succinctly voice my greatest fear.

Emily lays a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Here's the thing, Rowan... I really don't know for sure. No one can. All you can do is go into it with your eyes wide open and work hard to build the relationship. And it is work. Trust me on that."

I don't say anything at first, mentally digesting this tidbit. Of course, it was a little too late to worry about it now. The dam had been broken and there was no undoing what we did last night. I'll have those memories to keep me hot and bothered for the rest of my life.

And I know every minute that I spend with Flynn... every touch he gives me, I'll fall in deeper.

Flynn and I are walking to our rooms. The resort is huge, encompassing almost two-hundred acres of rolling hills covered with tropical trees and plants. A narrow cement path crosses and winds along the hills, sometimes bringing you out in a clearing that overlooks one of the seven private beaches. Every time I see the crystal blue waters and bleached white sand, I'm a bit dumbstruck because it's beyond anything I've ever imagined.

We reach our building, which houses just eight rooms that sits ten yards from a small beach tucked into a cove. We were told this tiny bay houses a sea turtle population that we can snorkel among, and I want to do that while we're here but I first need to find out about the likelihood of sharks. I'm terrified of them.

Flynn leads me up a staircase to the second floor. There's no elevator because this resort frowns upon modern conveniences. The rooms have electricity but past that, not much else. There is no air conditioning except lazy fans that twirl overhead, no TVs, no Wi-Fi, and no telephones. It's truly designed to get away from it all.

When we reach Room 210, Flynn inserts the antique metal key into the door and opens it. He motions me inside and follows.

"They'll be bringing our bags up in about half an hour," he says as he steps up behind me, laying his hands on my shoulders.

I lean back into him. "Is my room next door?"

"Nope. I canceled your room. We're bunking together, roomie." He punctuates the statement by laying a warm kiss at the base of my neck, right where it meets my shoulder.

I let out a soft whimper at his touch and curl my arm backward to wrap around his head. "Is that so?"

"Yeah... and I figure we have half an hour to fool around before the bags get here." His hand snakes down to the hem of the dress I decided to wear for the trip and pulls it up. His knuckles trail along my outer thigh as the dress moves higher.

I push backward into him and I'm not surprised by how hard he is already. The thought that just the thought of having sex with me turns him on, completely turns me on. Which as jumbled as those thoughts are, actually makes complete sense to me.

"Tell me you have a condom concealed on you somewhere," I say, reaching behind me and feeling him through his shorts.

Nuzzling under my jaw, Flynn chuckles and pushes into my hand. "I've got it covered."

I giggle. "No pun intended, right?"

Flynn slips his hand into the front of my underwear, smoothly dragging a finger between my legs. My hips have no will and push back against him.

"Let's make this fast," he says. "I'm betting we can go twice before the bags get here."

The thought causes me to tremble, and I know I certainly have the ability to get two quick orgasms in because Flynn proved that to me last night. I wonder if he can do the same.

"Let's do this," I say, my breathing starting to become shallow the more he moves his fingers against me. My body feels wired tight with the anticipation of him fucking me fast.

Flynn's hand comes out of my panties and he pushes me toward the bed. His words are hurried... urgent. "Get your underwear off and get on all fours while I suit up. Oh, and keep touching yourself. I'm not going to last long and I want you with me, okay?"

His words are simple orders but damn if they don't have me groaning at the way he has things mapped out. I don't waste any time and shimmy out of my panties. I hike my dress up around my waist and jump on the bed, presenting my ass to him. As he commanded, my hand goes between my legs and I start working at myself. When I glance back over my shoulder, Flynn has his shorts unbuttoned and he's rolling the condom over his massive length. My mouth goes dry at the thought of him pushing into me and my hand moves faster.

He glances up and looks at me, eyes then traveling over my ass, my pelvis thrusting gently against my hand. I even let out a moan so he knows how turned on I am. Flynn holds himself in his hand and he closes his eyes for just a moment, taking a deep breath. He looks like he's trying to get himself under control but that's the last thing I want.

"Flynn," I say softly.

His eyes snap open and lock onto me.

"I'm waiting," I tell him.

Groaning, he steps to the edge of the bed and climbs on behind me. His hands come up to my hips and he holds me gently, flexing his pelvis forward and rubbing his dick between my legs, brushing up against my own fingers, which are still rubbing hard. Flynn smoothes one of his hands across my ass, and drags his finger down between my cheeks. The move is decidedly erotic and I gasp and flinch forward when his finger skims across my anus.

"You're sensitive," he teases. "I like that."

His finger ventures forth and he slips it inside of me. "God Rowan... you're all ready for me."

"Always," I breathe as he adds another finger, stretching me for him.

While Flynn said he wanted to go fast, he seems to content to play with my body, pumping his fingers in and out... rubbing and pushing... causing me to groan from the contact.

Finally, I have to remind him, "I thought we were going to do this fast."

He removes his hand from between my legs, pushing himself to my opening. He is on target and he enters me with one smooth stroke, pulling a groan from each of us.

"Fuck, Rowan," he says between clenched teeth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck that feels good."

I answer by pulling myself off him and pushing back, and his moan in response has me smiling.

Then it's on.

Flynn sets a hard, fast pace while he grips tight to my hips. Sweat drips from his chest onto my back, soaking through my dress, and his thighs slap against mine. He's hitting me deep... so very deep, and I can feel an orgasm building fast. I try to hold it off, so I can wait for him, but I don't know if I have that much willpower. I want to succumb too greatly.

"Rowan," Flynn says in almost a pained voice. "I'm not going to last... I can't hold it. If you're not with me, baby, I swear I'll take care of you after."

I suppress my giggle that Flynn is so turned on, he has no control, and my heart melts that he's still thinking of me... always thinking of me. Those words alone cause my body to start spasming. "Too late, Flynn... I'm coming."

Flynn gives one super hard thrust, practically knocking me onto my stomach, and then he groans, "I'm coming, too."

His fingers dig into my ass, and I'm sure I'll have ten little bruises showing for all the world to see when I wear my bathing suit.

Oh, well. So worth it.

Flynn makes a few more pumps into me and then collapses onto my back, pushing me into the mattress. I turn my head to the side at the last second to prevent getting smothered by the pillows, but then Flynn immediately rolls off me.

We are both gasping for breath. I turn my head to look at him. He's lying on his back, staring at the ceiling with a silly smile in full bloom. He reaches a hand out and glides it over my naked butt.

Turning his head to face me he says, "You wreck me."