Page 19 of Green Flag
“That was awkward,” I giggled and pressed our floor again.
“Was it?” he breathed against my lips, brushing my hair back. “I was focused on other things.”
“Like?”
“Like seeing how wet I can get you before we’re even in my room,” he said and dragged a finger over my panties. I shivered, my breath catching. “I’m going for very. I’m going for soaked.”
I laughed and reached to kiss him again. “You’re nearly there.”
“Nearly?” he chortled. Walking me back into the wall again, eyes on mine, he said, “Damn. I’ll have to try harder.”
His hands on my waist, his mouth on mine—I hardly noticed him walking me backwards until the door clicked open behind me.
His hand tangled in my hair as the other flicked on the lights of his hotel room. We both groaned as we were blinded, so used to the darkly lit corridors. The second he turned them off, we were back to grabbing each other, but he tried again, slapping the wall to find a different switch. He managed to get the low lights on either side of the bed.
“I need to see you because you look so good in this,” he murmured, brushing off the strap of my dress before going for the other as we fell onto the bed. “Because I need to remember this.”
My dress didn’t fall because my chest was against his, trapping my clothing between us. With my arms around his neck, I was grinding on his leg, desperate for some friction where my body pounded for touch.
It was a violent need.
A brutal desire.
“You want to ride my knee?” he chuckled in my ear. “You can ride my fucking anything. Face, cock, fingers, thighs. Take my bike too.”
My body stilled.
I wanted his cock.
Even though I didn’t know him. Even though I definitely didn’t deserve him.
The pain of my realisation broke through the lustful haze that was Luca Mendes and the growing anticipation between us.
This wasn’t the plan. The trailers were.
But I couldn’t leave now.
“No penetration,” I told him. The boundary needed to be clear. Before I lost myself in him completely and let him seeall of me.“Not… not past my underwear.”
He nodded, uncaring. “Okay. Yeah, okay.” His lips were back to my throat as his hands gripped my ass, pulling me onto him. “Are you a virgin?”
My laugh was a strong burst, breaking all the worry that was low in my stomach. “No,” I said, almost offended. Was I really acting that inexperienced? “I lost my virginity as a teenager, like everyone else.”
“Nuh-uh,” he groaned, pulling at my earlobe with his teeth and making me moan. “I was twenty.”
He was twenty-five now. From the brushes of his hands and the swipes of his tongue, he seemed like he’d been breaking hearts forever.
“No penetration,” he agreed. “You make the rules, Everly Bacque.”
There were very few thoughts in my head as his thumb travelled down my underwear, pressing my panties to my slick pussy.
I didn’t want him to think I was opposed to him fucking me. Or that he’d done anything wrong.
“I’ve never had a one-night stand,” I spluttered. “I’ve only had sex with one person.”
Only one person had seen my naked body, psoriasis and all.
There was silence apart from my pounding heart and pussy. She wasn’t able to keep up with my brain because Luca Mendes still looked like that. Even worse than he had downstairs with his tousled hair.
