Page 144 of Green Flag
It was killing me.
She took my length down her throat — or, tried — and I let her take her time. She took me inch by inch, before pulling back, gasping. I brushed her hair out of her face and she’d try again, getting further and pulling up with a suck each time, before her throat had loosened enough and she went to town on me, sucking, licking, choking, just as I’d taught her.
My balls tightened, my eyes closed, falling into the wild pleasure she exerted on me with that delicious, wet, hot mouth.
A mouth I hadn’t kissed in two months since the pit box.
Though there had been plenty of times that I’d been close. Pressing my lips to hers had felt like an instinct.
But it was against our rules.
The familiar tightening of my spine told me I was about to come, and it wasn’t from imagining her lips around my cock, but on my own mouth. The simplicity of a kiss.
I was fucked.
I tugged at her hair, pulling her back to the popping sound of her releasing me. Her lips were wet with saliva, and there was a shocked expression on her beautiful face. One arm hooked around her ass, the other still in her hair, I pulled her up onto my lap and pressed her forehead to rest against mine as we breathed heavily, gathering our breaths against each other.
“Did I… was there something I did—” she started to ask, worry in her voice.
“No, fuck. No, Everly. That was—perfect.”
Her breath was a laugh this time as her light touch skimmed my throat. “Good.”
But then she was moving again, rubbing her pussy against my cock. Her saliva was the best lube, making my cock brush against her wet, cotton panties easily.
“I want to fuck you, Everly Bacque,” I said and started on the zip of her dress. The guilt of saying it had passed, seeing as she’d said it turned her on. “I want to taste you.”
She moaned and brushed her lips against mine as she rode my cock. It wasn’t a kiss. Just a touch.
“Say it again.”
Such a delicious tease.
“I want to fuck you. I’ve got to fuck you.”
“Turn—turn the lights off,” she said, eyes closed, sitting straight as she ground her hips against me. “Turn the lights off and I’ll take off my panties.”
My heart almost stopped.
“You won’t be fucking me tonight, Luca Mendes. You’re not half as wound up as you need to be for that.”
Clearly, I wasn’t getting my point across.
“I’m near to insanity,” I said in her ear, brushing her hair back.
Not a lie. The truest truth I’d ever uttered.
She moaned in my ear, “See? You’re not there yet.”
Yet. So there was hope.
I didn’t let her off me, scooping her up in my arms as she cried, clutching me harder with her arms around my neck and her thighs around my waist. I slammed my fist against the square light switch, casting us in darkness.
Why she didn’t want me to see her was beyond me, but my focus was on tearing her clothes off as I pulled her underwear down her thighs, ripping them from her body.
Her kisses down my neck seemed almost innocent to what that mouth had done minutes before and the words she had finally uttered.
“You going to soak my cock, Everly?”
