Page 153 of Green Flag
She shook her head. “No rules. Just edge me all night long until we get here.”
“I’m sure you could survive one orgasm down there,” I said with a laugh as she stood in front of me, lifting her chin. “As a New Year’s present. You could keep quiet.”
She chewed on her cheek, looking to the door as she contemplated. “We’d need a code word.”
“What do you want to go for?”
“Red wine,” she said. “I’ll say that.”
“And white wine is all systems go?”
“God no,” she laughed, holding my hands. “Cause I’m going to be ordering at least a couple of those tonight.”
“An orgasm per drink sounds like a good idea,” I said, nodding along.
She gasped and slapped my arm. “That would be…”
“Enthralling?” I asked, snatching back her hand and bending to speak in her ear. “Your damn fantasy?”
She swallowed and nodded, eyes bright, before taking my hand.
Nix booked a fancy-as-shit restaurant with a back room, so we would have some privacy.
Given how intimate and beautiful it was, I wondered exactly what his intention had been before adding Ever and I onto the booking. A hundred candles were in the small room.
We sat and ordered drinks — mine and Nix’s just a coke, the girls on wine — and discussed absolutely everything but Livie’s ordeal. Instead, we focused on their new starts: Livie in a different team and Nix in a new championship.
All the time, I couldn’t keep my eyes from Everly and her flushed cheeks. Nor my finger from the app that made her body tighten beside me.
She would stop talking and nod along until she had to speak and her voice would wobble. When she mentioned how cute the waiter was to wind me up, it was to goad me into heightening the vibration.
It was my absolute pleasure to do as I was told.
Sweat made her chest shimmer in her little black dress and I had to hold myself back from upping the device to the max and watching her squirm.
When her eyes fluttered over dessert, I brought it to an immediate stop and she let out an angry, abrupt sigh that Liviefrowned at. They’d been talking about Livie’s interior design plans for their apartment.
I was going to edge her until she was at the point of insanity, like she said I needed to be.
She wasn’t getting the tip or the head, let alone every inch of my cock, until she was.
But her parted lips, her chest rising and lowering with the rolls of the vibrator…
When she bit her lip to stop the moan, I was lost. Losing every atom of sense and wanting to spread her on the dining table like she was my dessert. She tasted better than the panna cotta in front of me.
“I need another glass of white wine,” she said.
I was halfway through a mouthful but let my spoon drop into my bowl with a clang.
White wine might not be the ‘go-ahead’ word, but the look she gave me as she said it was enough ‘go-ahead’ for me. Her eyes were dark with lust and her deep inhale had me reaching for my phone again.
“Bar will probably be rammed,” she said. “There’s only ten minutes left of the year.”
Nix nodded and I knew he wanted to be alone with Livie to see the year in.
“Worth a shot,” I said, taking her hand.
“Of tequila?”
