Page 116 of Red Flag
His cock twitched.
When I reached the top, I slid my lips over the smooth head, sucking it in, swirling my tongue around it as I gently held his shaft.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he groaned, watching me with intense eyes, his fingers massaging my scalp, inadvertently pushing my hair in my face.
“Make me not a tease,maître,” I dared.
His touch stilled and I took him fully again, slowly, slowly, dragging my lips back up.
And, finally, he acted.
He roped my hair around his fist and forced a brutal rhythm down my throat, causing me to gag over and over.
“Livid, how do you do this?” he groaned, voice deep. “How do you do this to me? The world could be fucking ending and I’d still be here, uncaring and hard over you.”
My eyes were watering as he fucked my mouth, panting and moaning. I was so wet.
He grunted and released me. “Damn, you’re so fucking good.”
I looked up at him with a grin. “Oh, am I?”
“Get on the bed. Naked.”
I whipped my clothes off, left my underwear on and crawled back up the bed.
He looked me over with a frown. “That’s not naked, Livid.”
Ugh, those first few times he called me that it had heated my blood. Now, it did so in a very different way.
“Take off all of your clothes. As pretty as these are,” he said and pulled the elastic of my lace thong back beforereleasing it, “I want your naked body up against mine. I have probably about fifteen minutes of you in this house without your mother listening and I will take full advantage.”
I bit at my bottom lip, my breath shuddering. “We’ll hear the car on the drive. We might have longer.”
“Off, Livid. Off, now.”
So I unhooked my bra, eyes on his, before pulling it off and letting it drop on the floor. He was still dressed in his top, his jeans around his ankles, but I knew that our agreement in the bedroom was that I didn’t question him unless I was after a punishment.
He didn’t have enough time to punish me.
“What if I wasn’t done with your cock?”
He snorted, kicking off his shoes and lifting his top off his back. Ugh, even the way he undressed made me hotter. “You are far from done with my cock.”
It glistened from my spit as he knelt on the edge of the bed, his hands running from my ankles up to the top of my thighs and down again. “I like to cherish you like this. Adore you.”
“How about, instead… you fuck me?”
“So needy,” he crooned and dipped his head for his tongue to skim my clit. He had learned how to tease me until I squirmed, begged, gasped, moaned, cried for him to ruin me.
He knew I needed to be teased and, fuck me, he was the best tormentor, always bringing me to the edge.
His tongue savoured me, slow and short licks before his fingers pumped away inside of me.
I was trying to hold back my moans, biting hard on my lip, but when his fingers pressed into that spot, I cried out. He didn’t let up, though I slammed my hand over my mouth.
He pouted, looking confused with a small frown as hewatched his fingers please me. He licked his thumb before pressing it to my clit and making me flinch. “I want your brother to hear. He’s protective of you. I want him to know how I will ensure every part of you is looked after with me. I’m sure he’ll really value how many times I can make you come.”
Perverted. It was perverted.
