Page 18 of Green Flag
I didn’t want his restraint.
We’d spent nearly two hours at the bar.
It hadn’t been enough time to cause the damage we’d planned, but hopefully, some damage would be done to my throat, breasts and pussy.
The door closed, and, alone for the first time, the air between us thickened. Neither of us went for the button. He was probably on the same floor as me, but it was his call.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, and I swallowed.
“You’re old school,” I retorted. “Who calls their hook-up beautiful?”
“Me,” he said and stepped closer, his chest to mine as he pressed the button for the ninth floor with the hand holding the whiskey.
“Not hot?” I asked as he leaned down and brushed my hair behind my ear. “Fit?”
“Beautiful,” he said, his hoarse voice so loud and breathy.
“Fuck,” I muttered before grabbing his top and pulling him further down for his lips to brush mine.
“Some fun, yeah?”
“Lots of fun,” I confirmed.
He kissed me, slow and smooth, his tongue on mine, tasting like spiced whiskey as he pressed my hips into the wall. And it was euphoric. As his mouth moved to my neck and my body shuddered, the mirrors caught us from every angle—my breath stalling, his strength wrapped around me.
I knew being drunk meant I would be more confident.
But I didn’t want to forget a second of this.
He lifted me and my legs wrapped around his hips, rocking to feel his erection against me.
I’d never been kissed like it. Passion and desperation filled my mouth. The deliberate strokes of his tongue made my thighs clamp further around him, imagining that tongue elsewhere, my hips rolling against his face.
The door dinged and opened, but it didn’t stop us. The cold whiskey bottle was against my thigh as he held me to the wall, his other hand bracketing my throat. I couldn’t get close enough.
Another ding.
The doors closed again, and the whirr of the lift going down filled my fluttering stomach with the drop. Everything else was him before me.
Luca’s hand travelled down my throat to my silk dress, where he grabbed my breast, humming his approval in my mouth when he found I was without a bra. “I want to fuck these,” he grunted against my lips. “I want to cover them in my cum.”
“Yes,” I pleaded before he nipped at my lip and kissed me again.
That worked. Fuck, that was perfect.
He gripped my hips, and instead of me rocking against him, he lifted me up and down so I could feel just how hard, thick and long he was. Oh, sweet lord. My hands locked around his neck, and we both rocked me, desperate for this lift to stop and let him at me.
A throat cleared and I looked up at the worker standing at the door with a frustrated sigh. Behind her was the empty lobby.
My mouth fell open as Luca’s lips turned to my neck, where he planted kisses as he continued to rub my pussy against him.
“Luca,” I said, but he didn’t stop, only releasing an ‘mmm?’
I said his name again as I slid down his frame, straightening my short dress.
The worker cleared her throat again and Luca pursed his lips together, trying not to laugh. The woman entering and pressing the button, the doors closing again, didn’t stop him. His large hands squeezed and rubbed my ass, his lips remained on the quick pulsing of my throat.
The second the woman left with a shake of her head, Luca spun me around and ran his hand under the top of my dress.
