Saving Her Lost Soul

Chapter 20

I flop on the sofa where I usually sit. On my left on the wall is where the TV is housed. All sixty inch of it. I've never been overwhelmed with the money but I don't care for it. I don't need over the top. I just want what I need, I'm not greedy. I look over to Mother on the couch and she's spreading out snacks. My stomach growls, she's amazing. Flynn burns me by touching my sore hand and I pull away. He looks at me confused, "you burnt me." I mutter and he lifts one side of his lips subtly but I saw it. He holds his hand out and I place mine in his.
"What are we going to watch then guys? Romance?" Mom asks. I roll my eyes, kill me now. "What? You used to love that sort of thing."
"Love is for fools," I mumble. "Nothing is ever that perfect. I used to wish to have a fairytale ending like in those stupid movies but now I know it doesn't exist."
I flinch when Flynn wipes my hand with a wipe cleaning away the blood. I concentrate on Flynn's face as he focuses on fixing my hand. Maybe he should be a doctor. "What about Aquaman? You wanted to see that Lee Lee?" Tyler says when he falls onto the sofa causing Flynn to bounce too.
"Jason Momoa, fuck yes!" I say a bit too excitable. Flynn looks up at me and I bite my lip. He raises his eyebrow that I find so sexy.
"Oh yes, go on Tyler. Good choice," Mother matches my enthusiasm. Flynn shakes his head and puts the bloody wipe down and covers my knuckles with a dressing and starts wrapping my hand with the bandage.
"Fuck. . . he's not even that good looking," Flynn groans. I cock my head and his eyes meet mine. No one is as hot as you Flynn, not to me.
"Please. . . Khal Drogo from Game of thrones. I'd happily let him fuck me sober," Flynn glares at me. "Maybe," I try soften the blow. Who am I kidding? I wouldn't let anyone but Flynn touch me sober. Flynn finishes my bandage and he withdraws his hand, I instantly feel cold.
It was only a simple touch but I miss it already. Flynn gets up getting rid of the first aid kit and bloody wipes. I grab the doritos from the table and cram a load in my mouth, "Bro," I mumble with my mouthful. I cover my mouth with my hand so I don't lose any from my mouth.
"Yeah?" I tilt my head back and chew loudly.
"I think I left Rosie in the ca--" he's up before I can even finish my garbled sentence. I hear the front door open as Flynn walks back in. He sits next to me and I can feel the heat radiating from him but he's not quite touching me. "Mommy, I'm cold." She smiles and gets up and I shove more crisps in my gob. I'd get up myself but I don't know where she keeps the blankets.
She returns and I bring my knees to my chest protecting me. "I thought I burned everything!" I whisper. She passes it to me and I shake my head.
"Oh honey, I've kept this safe. Your baby blanket is one of the things I treasure. I've only added to it as you've grown." Flynn takes the thick yarn handknitted pink blanket from her and throws it over me. It smells just as I remembered. I bring my hands out of the blanket with the crisps.
"Thanks," I mumble to Mom putting more crisps in my mouth. She turns the light off and sits down. I look at the bright TV and Tyler has already loaded up Aquaman. Tyler leans over and passes me Rosie and I hug her to my chest. I didn't even notice him coming back. Flynn puts his hand in my crisps packet and I pull the packet away, "Hey, get your own crisps!"
"Oh, you don't share? Are you planning to demolish the whole lot on your own?" Flynn mocks me.
Tyler laughs, "My sister doesn't share at all. Not food, not toys as we grew up, not anything." Tyler continues laughing and I'm not even close enough to slap him.
"They fought a lot about sharing. Riley expected Tyler to share which he did but if Tyler asked her to share all hell would break loose. Didn't matter what it was, Tyler soon learned not to play with Riley's things when she punched him splitting open his head. He needed 3 stitches. She was grounded for a whole month for that. You didn't care though did you, Riley?" Mother asks.
"Nope, my stuff. I'd take any punishment but I'd still do it again," I shrug.
"Still loved him though, when she was younger she wouldn't speak to us. She would always go through Tyler. I don't think she was necessarily shy but she loved him so much she was his little shadow," Mom says recalling the memory.
"Can we watched the film now?" I snap. I hate them talking like I'm not here. The film starts playing and Flynn goes for my crisps again but this time I don't bother pulling them away. I only meant it playfully and to keep up our little act.
I shove another load into my mouth and start chewing, "Shh," Flynn whispers in my ear. I elbow him in the ribs and he groans. I didn't hit him that hard. Flynn's hand slides under the blanket and grips my thigh. He casually brings the blanket over him too but no one notices. "Bud, turn it up. She's so fucking loud eating her crisps," I roll my eyes. Tyler turns it up louder and it's all I can hear. Not my crisps packet rustling or my chewing. It's almost uncomfortable how loud it is.
Flynn moves his hand from my leg and slides it across to the waistline of my PJ's. I gasp at his contact, "You okay, sis? Too scary for you?"
"No, just forgot how hot Jason Momoa is." Flynn slides his hand down my panties and I clentch tighter to Rosie. My whole body is hot, demanding Flynn's attention. I bite my bottom lip to muffle any sounds that may escape involuntarily. His hot fingers burn as they play with my clit. I should stop him but my need for him is too strong.
"Shh, baby. I hope to distract you from lusting over Jason Momoa. You're mine and only mine." I slowly place my hand on his thigh trying not to draw any attention. I squeeze tightly trying to absorb the pleasure. The fire inside me is raging out of control and I don't feel cold anymore and he's hardly done anything. I shift uncomfortably in my seat as he slides his fingers inside me.
I glance at all their faces but they're fixed on the screen thank god and I thank the lord that it's dark. I need something to sink my teeth into, I wish I could mark, Flynn. I would like nothing more than feel his soft musky skin between my teeth muffling my screams.
His fingers swirl inside of me finding my sweet spot inside me. The way his fingers work me with his magic touch is fucking amazing. I've had many finger fucks in my time but nothing that feels like this. The way Flynn touches the walls and not just pumping erratically. His rhythm pushes me higher and higher. I love him so fucking much and I am glad I can finally admit that to myself.
I shift my head side to side stretching my neck trying to find some sort of release. I grip his leg tighter begging him to send me to my safe haven. I need him more than I've ever needed anyone in my life. He's my soulmate and I need to scream it to the world. I feel my body climbing higher, tightening getting ready to combust onto Flynn's fingers. I bring Rosie to my mouth, shit, I've never been vocal before but Flynn brings it out of me.
How am I supposed to keep quiet when I feel so much? Christ, I'm looking at the TV but nothing is registering. I'm not concerntrating on the movie only on Flynn. His smell, his minty breath on my skin masked by the spice of the doritos, his fingers burning me whilst his fingers pleasure me. "Come on baby, I know you're ready." Fuck, I screw my face up as my orgasm hits. My legs stiffen and I pulse around his now slow fingers inside me. I start to see stars as all my senses fade again. I'm lost with Flynn and I hope my body doesn't do anything treacherous as I'm in my safe haven.
The burning fingers disappear as I'm in sheer bliss and I miss them as soon as they are withdrawn. I feel so sleepy as I come back around. I rest my head on Flynn's chest, I don't care who sees that. I'm too exhausted to care, it's my birthday after all. Flynn's arm casually envelopes around me as my heavy body falls further onto him.
My head finally rests in his other arm, he pulls the blanket higher up my body. "Fuck, sorry bro. Shall I move her?" Tyler says softly. No, don't move me I'm too comfy.
"Nah, man, it's cool. She's had a long day, I told you, I'd rather put up with unconscious Riley than awake Riley," Lying bastard. I drift into an uneasy sleep as the TV is still on.
"Is she asleep?" Mother asks a while later jolting me awake. Mmm, stop talking and I can be. I hate falling asleep on the couch but I'm so tired.
"Yeah, she's bloody heavy when she's asleep," Flynn mutters his disapproval. I was asleep please stop talking. I want to go to bed but I'm just so fucking tired.
"That's odd. Are you sure she's asleep?" Mom asks again. Yes, I may as well be asleep and I will sleep again once you stop talking.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I can hear her snoring." I do not snore, cheeky bastard. I move and slide my hand under his top.
"When was the last time she ever slept without her nightmares? In fact, I haven't heard her screaming once since she's been here." I shiver at the thought of a nightmare and Flynn rubs my arm. Does he know I'm awake?
"She has them all the time at Duke. Sometimes I can hear her from upstairs. Or the guys complain they were woken up by her screaming. They tried waking her up the first few nights but I warned them to leave her alone not that they could get into her room. If I knew I could help her then I'd kick the door down," Tyler says. The darkness takes me again.
I wake when I'm lifted off the couch, "Do you want me to take her?" Tyler asks. My whole body feels so heavy.
"Nah man, I'm going to bed anyway. Besides if she wakes and you're in her room she'll scream the house down." Flynn laughs and it vibrates through my body.
"Yeah, I guess. I'll catch you in the morning," I rest my head into Flynn's shoulder breathing him in.
"Yeah, I'm pretty tired so I'll need a bit of a lie in after this long ass day."
"Me too bro. Night, I'm going to watch TV for a bit." I feel Flynn walking and I grip his shirt as he walks. His warmth protects me.
"I.Love.You." I mumble so only he will hear if he can hear me anyway. It probably sounded like utter garbage anyway. He nuzzles his nose in my hair.
"I love you too baby." I hear him open the door and he places me onto the bed and I pull him to me not letting him go. "Shh, I just need to get undressed." Undressed?
"No, not here." I mumble, "Not my room." I don't want him to share my bed, that would be odd.
"Calm down Ri, we are in my room." I let him go hugging his pillow instead. "You're so cute when you're sleepy." Minutes later he wraps around me. "I had other plans for tonight but you're tired. Sleep, baby." I shift closer to him so my face is buried in his neck. Best birthday ever.
When I wake I'm bursting for the loo. It's still dark so I guess it's still night time. I try to move but Flynn is wrapped around me. I wriggle out of his hold but he doesn't wake. I climb out of bed and he shifts his weight so he is sprawled out on his front. He moves his hand like he's searching for something.
I quietly walk to the door and I open it. I check it's clear before I walk out the room. I make my way to the bathroom. I hate waking up in the night to go to the loo. I switch the light on and shut my eyes. Fucking blinding light. I grab my toothbrush as I sit down on the toilet. I brush my teeth whilst I go to the loo keeping my eyes closed.
Once I'm done I rinse my mouth with the mouthwash. I spit it out and wash my hands before going back to Flynn's room. I close his bedroom door behind me, Flynn's in the same position he was in when I left. I climb over him so I'm nearest the wall. I like being between him and the wall he protects me.
Flynn stirs and pats the bed until his hand touches my breast. A groan escapes his throat, it's such a sexy sound. He removes his hand and slides it up my top and returning to my breast skin on skin. Oh, he's awake. He moves and he presses his weight onto my body. I can feel his errection and he's still got his eyes closed. "You can wake me up anytime, Ri."
His lips brush over my neck and I flex my hips. His eyes open and he looks fucking adorable with his puffy sleepy eyes. "Always so ready for me," he says between each touch of his lips to my neck. His hands slide down to my hips and he pulls my PJ's and panties down my legs. "You're wearing too many clothes in my bed. You're too beautiful to hide your body in clothes. I love it when you sleep naked next to me." Holy shit, moisture pools between my legs at his words.
He reaches for my shirt, well his shirt. "I like wearing your shirts," I say when he goes to lift the top up my body.
"Me too baby, but I need you naked. I like you completely exposed in my bed. It's the only time I get to enjoy you." I slide my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and I slide them down his ass and he removes them the rest of the way. He rids me off his top and I feel bare without it. I mean I am but it was like a protective barrier but I don't need protecting from him and he protects me in here so it's fine.
He buries his face in my neck, "So fucking sweet," he pants into my neck. He places his hands on the back of my knees and he suddenly pulls them apart spreading my legs and I gasp. "Let's see how flexible you are." My heart leaps in my throat and I gulp. He grabs my right ankle and rests it on his shoulder. Fuck, that stretches my hips and muscles.
He pushes his cock inside me and I fight the urge to call out. He grabs my left leg and rests it on his other shoulder. I groan and he flexes his hips so he pushes deeper inside me. "Flynn," I beg.
"I want to fuck you in all sorts of positions, I can never get enough of you." Oh, fuck. He grabs my legs again and pushes them as far as they will go above my head and then he spreads my legs. Christ, I've never been that flexible. "So fucking exposed, so mine."
"Yes, I'm yours. Please, Flynn." It's verging on uncomfortable but it's so deep this way. I can feel every single inch of him inside me. I love skin on skin contact, he feels so good. Each thrust inside me has my inside quivering. I reach up and stroke his face, I can't think of anything sexier right now than his heavy breathing through his parted lips.
He pulls out of me leaving me wanting more. He flips me over and grabs my hips from behind and pulls me onto him. I rest my head back on his shoulder and he grabs my neck with one hand and guides me onto him and he flexes his hips and buries himself deep inside me. His hand plays with my clit. I'm his and he's proving it as he makes love to me.
I don't feel awkward or embarassed around him, I only want more intimacy with him. I move my head so my face can bury into his other shoulder. It's awkward bending around like this but I don't care. I want to feel him between my teeth. I sink into his shoulder, marking what's mine. Flynn growls and thrusts harder. It won't be visible under his shirt but I would prefer the feel his soft neck between my teeth.
I release him and pick up the rythym. "I need you, Flynn. It's scares me but if I lose you now. . ." I cringe at the thought.
"You aren't going to lose me, baby. We are connected now, there's no going back now. We are one, each time I taste you I crave you more. We can't be apart," I take comfort in his words. I let him take me into my safe haven again and we collapse on the bed. His weight pinning me down from behind is a comfort not a displeasure. The way his heavy breathing makes mine shallow.
I'm in ecstacy as we come down from our high. All the movies I've watched all the books I've read, I've never seen or felt anything like this. This is beyond what the actors can portray. There are no words that can describe the great depth of feelings I have for this guy. If I had been pre warned of this I may have fought harder against it. I am completely and utterly at the mercy of Flynn, he could hurt me so easily but I love him more than anything and I'm hopeful. I just hope I don't regret my decision to let him in and trust him implicitly.