Page 52 of Red Flag
“So don’t get caught,” I told him, my lips brushing his as I spoke.
Then his lips were firmly planted on mine. I wasn’t sure who closed the centimetre of distance, but I was fucking gratefulfor it. His hands were on the button of my jeans as his mouth took mine. It wasn’t a loving kiss, full of too much tension and anger. Our tongues found each other without warning, as if making up for all the times I had wanted to but not had the nerve. I desperately gripped the sleeves of his leathers to help him undress, uncaring for how urgent I seemed. It didn’t matter; he was frantic himself.
My top was pushed up my chest, my bra undone, the strap falling down my arm as his fingers grabbed the flesh of my breast.
His harsh breaths were in my ear. “I want to fuck you bare,” he begged. “I got tested, I’m clean.”
Nodding, as he pressed kisses down my throat, I said, “Me too. I’m on the pill.”
The starved groan vibrated into my collarbone, all the way down to my pulsing pussy. He’d pulled down my jeans, fingertips running up the lace of my panties as his other hand tangled in my hair.
“No one can know,” I said, unzipping his leathers. “No one.”
He nodded and took my mouth again.
“Just fucking,” I rasped, desperately pulling the leathers off his shoulders. “Just fucking —oh.”
His eyes were intense on mine as I whimpered, his fingers on my clit, having pushed my panties to the side.
Nix wasn’t grinning or glaring. He just watched my expression, my short breaths as he played with me, wetting his lips with his tongue as if starved. “Just fucking,” he agreed. “Like ateambuildingactivity. We build trust.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, head back, enjoying the way his fingertips brushed me.
“You’re so soft, Livid,” he groaned, his voice thick. “You’re so wet and soft.”
Words were beyond me as he ran tight circles against my clit. Through my heavy eyes, I could see his flickering across my face, mouth slightly parted as he watched what he did to me.
“Someone could— could come in,” I managed to croak out.
He pressed his forehead against mine. “Don’t you dare think about any othersomeone. They won’t.”
When I looked to the door, he grabbed my chin and drew my attention back to him. “Just you. Just me.”
He kissed me hard and I was completely at his mercy as his hand fell from my chin to my throat. I pulled out his cock from his boxers, hard andgirthyin my fist, before pumping away and nearly coming from the grunt he forced into my mouth.
I had to taste his ‘champagne’. I had to please him.
I wanted him at my mercy just as much as I was at his.
Pushing him off, he stepped back, startled until I was on my knees. The cold of the cement floor made the moment all the more real.
Eager, I took his cock in my hand, fisting it just like how I had imagined him in the shower. I took the head of him into my mouth, working it up and down as my hand worked the rest of him.
He grunted, “Fuck, Livid. I could come down your throat so easily.”
In the breath I took, I said, “Do it.”
But he chuckled, gathering my hair around my neck and thrusting slowly into my mouth. “No, no. I’m going to fuck you on my bike.”
I took him further down my throat until I was choking beforeworking him quickly. Until he was swearing in French. Until his hands knotted in my hair and he let himself go, thrusting harder.
“Livid. Livid. I’m trying so hard not to come.”
He stepped back and I pouted, looking up at him through my lashes in anger. He laughed again before taking my hand and pulling me up.
“Bike,” he breathed. “Gonna fuck you on my bike.”
From behind, his hands on my hips, he guided me to his bike. He wasted no time, his calloused hands quickly working on my naked skin as he sat me down on the saddle. He ran his fingers up and down my slit, and my groan was guttural, releasing months of tension as he whispered in my ear, “I can hear and feel how wet you are for me, Livid.”
