Page 53 of Red Flag
Then with one hand pinching my nipple, the other teased my pussy with light touches, edging my entrance before dragging back up to my clit.
When his fingers thrust into me, I was no longer holding on to the bike, but to him, clutching his arm that fucked me. “Ni—Nix.”
He knocked my knees apart with his and then pressed his boot on the denim of my jeans. “Step out of them.”
I did, though it took some time to move, to focus on anything but his warm hands on my needy body.
I tested my grip on the bike quickly as his fingers picked up speed inside me and I worried I might collapse under the pleasure.
“Hold on tight,” he ordered, standing over me. “Don’t let go. Fuck, I need you to come on my hand.”
Over my harsh breaths, I nearly missed the clanging outside of the garage door.
“Why is this closed?” one of the mechanics asked. “We haven’t got the bikes out yet.”
Nix lifted a finger to his lips and, as a sharp guttural noise left me, he placed his palm over my mouth.
“Remote is inside as well, fuck sake,” the other mechanic grumbled before we heard their footsteps depart.
“Takes three minutes to get through the tunnel. How quick we gotta be?” he asked, voice strained and raw. “I want to cherish this. I want to fuck you like I’ve imagined.”
I tried to speak against his palm.
“Let me take my time,” he begged, slackening to thrust his fingers slowly as if he’d already made up his mind. “Let me cherish this. Let them walk in. Blame me. I’ll take the heat.”
He applied pressure to my clit, finger arching inside me to hit that spot.
A shot of sound came from my mouth and if I weren’t such an animal in the moment, based on the pure need for him, I would worry about covering his hand in saliva.
I simply didn’t care.
Because as exciting as this was — and my heart was truly racing — it was the stupidest, most thrilling and petrifying and arousing and exciting moment of my life.
“Livid, you’re trouble,” he muttered, dropping his hand from my face, instead holding me in place by my hips as he slowed, thumb building the pressure with my clit. “This is already more than I bargained for.”
“Three minutes?” I rasped.
“Mmm,” he moaned into my neck. “But it doesn’t have to be. I can lock the door, I can—”
But I shoved him off me and fell to my knees, running my fingers lightly up his cock. “You said you could come downmy throat?” I asked and licked the slit of his cock. “Come down my throat then.”
“Livid,” he warned.
I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head, enjoying the smooth taste of him and humming with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he grunted as I took him deeper. His hands tangled in my hair, massaging my scalp as I picked up the rhythm.
“Make yourself come,” he ordered, breathless. “Be a good girl and come with me.”
My fingers found my clit and I rubbed savagely, as I imagined he would later. I already knew it wouldn’t take much, half way there by just the thought of NixonArmas’scock down my throat.
His warm cum filled my mouth and, the wild look in his eye, his fast breaths, the salty taste of him, knowing I wanted to be the good girl he’d called me, had me choking my moan around his dick as I came, heat rolling through my body.
And, as he tapped his cock on my patient tongue and filled my mouth with his cum, I had the surreal thought that my fate had been sealed.
I dismissed it.
On my knees, Nix bent to swipe the corner of my mouth before placing his thumb between my lips for me to suck off the last of him, eyes on his.
