Page 59 of Red Flag
“Fuck,” Nix swore, eyes hungry as he looked me up and down. “God damn you, Livid.”
Then he lunged at me. He covered my body, knees either side of my hips, hands grabbing at my tits, mouth hovering above mine. The length of him rubbed against my pussy through his trousers.
My gasp was harsh.
“I’m going to make you cry with frustration, Livid.”
“Oh, yeah?” My voice was raspy from his quick movements and myneed.
He lowered himself so I could feel his hard length against me before kissing me again. “I didn’t take you for a tattooed girl.”
Only three people knew of the tattoo I’d got under my left boob, over my heart. My brother had seen it when we got them together — a day after Dad’s death — Adam and one other.
“Didn’t you?” I whispered, glancing back at his lips, ready for them to be back on mine.
“I am still yet to see everything,” he said with a wicked smile and kissed down my body until he reached my knickers. “Did you touch yourself after we got off the phone?”
I only shookmy head.
“I did,” he said. “You pissed me off pretending you didn’t actually want it. All I could think about was your hands over your panties.”
He ran a finger up them, pressing the material against where I ached.
“I’m going to tease you just how you teased yourself,” he taunted. “Like how you’ve teased me all day. I’ve been thinking of fucking you all night.”
I shook my head more furiously.
His gentle caressing of my thighs had me in a spiral. My body was heavy with exhaustion, but my skin was on fire, ignited with lust for him.
He pulled my knickers down inch by inch and pressed a kiss to my pussy.
“Mmm,Livie,” he moaned, the vibration of his sound casting down my legs right to my toes. “I’m going to make you come. I have all night to keep my promise.”
But only one person had—
“Stop overthinking,” he demanded. “There are only four words for you to say orthinkbefore you come.Faster, slower, harder, softer. Any other words and I stop, do you understand?”
I nodded in small movements. “Okay.”
Between my legs, he cocked his head to the side with a look of frustration at how I had already ignored his order.
“Faster,” I corrected. “Faster.”
His smile, the mischievous twinkle in his eye, had me lie back with a groan. I didn’t know if I was patient enough for this. I wanted the warmth of his body pressing into me.
He started off softly, kissing up my thighs, getting so close to my pussy, but only letting a breath hit me there before goingback to kissing my skin. The anticipation had me wriggling.
“Harder,” I whispered, my voice raw. Would that get him to finally touch me if ‘faster’ wasn’t the magic word?
Instead, he sank his teeth into the flesh of my thigh and I gasped before he kissed over the bite. It was just a nip, but with my sensitive body, it was making my hips roll.
I wanted to beg, to plead with him to taste me, but none of the four words were working.
Finally,finally, he pressed a kiss just above my clit. “Patience,monenvie. We have all night.”
Envy? Too tired, too relieved to think through why he was calling me jealous.
Despite the jet-lag, my body was pumping adrenaline. I had no plans until the afternoon when Nix had a trip to a homelessness facility. Until then, I could sleep all I liked.
