Free Public Display of Everything by Cara Dee

Flynn," I spit out, caught off guard by his mouth on my cock.
    "It was in my face." He wraps his lips around the head of me, suckling and lapping. I absently reach for the lube, and it's a miracle that I don’t knock something over. With the bottle in my hand, I stare at Flynn, mesmerized. He touches me almost reverently. "Love the taste," he mumbles to himself. "It's okay to love it."
    Lost in a bubble of lust, I still register his words. To me, it sounded like he was reassuring himself, which makes me wonder if he has his own demons he's battling. I won't mention it now, though. In case it wasn’t meant for me to hear.
    "You're beautiful." I cup his cheek and brush the pad of my thumb near the corner of his mouth. "Sexy and beautiful." His eyes flash with innocence and shyness, but he keeps sucking on me. "I love seeing my cock between your lips." And it feels fucking glorious. Hot, wet, soft.
    "It's strange," Flynn murmurs and pulls away, "hearing those words said about me ." He smiles faintly and lies down, caressing my thighs. "You're flawless. I don’t know how many times I've watched that video—" He catches himself and becomes the perfect image of someone with a hand in the cookie jar.
    The satisfaction coursing through me is probably written all over me. "You watched me?"
    He affirms it nervously at first, but he has to see this revelation pleases me like nothing else, 'cause he continues. "I was hoping someone would film you. When the feed came up and I saw the first clip, I nearly dropped the laptop." Fuck me, he's talking about the actual night. When he was in the bathroom. "Instead I knocked over my toiletry bag." His eyes roam over me with desire and hunger. "I've probably watched it every day since then. Like I said, you're flawless."
    "Hardly." I shift lower to get between his legs again, humbled and self-conscious. "Klutz, remember?" Not to mention how I can't keep a job, don’t have much money, and live in a hostel with backpacking tourists in their early twenties.
    "I love that about you, though." He chuckles. "It's…" A spark of amusement lights up his eyes. "It's very endearing."
    "Endearing," I repeat flatly. Then I shake my head, ready to put this topic to rest. I wanna make sure he feels just how much he turns me on, how incredibly sexy he is to me; he won't question it by the time I'm done. "Can you spread your legs a bit more?"
    He nods, quick to comply, and I sit back to look at him. Uncapping the lube, I slick up my cock with lazy strokes as I caress every inch of his dick, balls, inner thighs, and down to his ass. I ghost two fingers over his hole and the barely-visible area of soft hair. He's almost completely smooth, and before I even know what I'm doing, I bend down kiss him there. I lick at the same slow pace I stroke my cock, my other hand on the bed to prevent myself from falling over. Flynn's breath hitches; he cups his sac and parts his legs even more.
    The natural musk combined with the fresh scent of soap fuels my hunger. I moan and lose myself in him, spurred on by Flynn's panting and whimpered groans. My tongue fucks him gently.
    "No one's ever, no one's ever," Flynn rambles deliriously. "Please, fuck, fuck, I need you, sorry I cursed again."
    Easing out, I replace my tongue with lubed-up fingers. "You don’t see me apologizing for my filthy fucking mouth." I grin and lean over him, dipping my head to kiss his jaw. "No one's ever rimmed you before?" He shakes his head no, and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth as I slowly push two fingers inside him. "I love it," I whisper.
    My confession is a pitiful understatement when it comes to Flynn. I've enjoyed several things with a few other men, but there's a vast difference between "enjoy" and "Mother of Christ, I can't get enough." It's never been this intense before.
    Flynn breathes out, pupils dilating. "God. I can't think. More. Please."
    "You want my cock?" I murmur as I add a third finger. "I can't wait to feel you around me. I