Page 21 of Green Flag
I scrambled to get into position, sitting on my knees, legs parted — wanting to put a show on for him.
“With the very tips of your fingers, caress your lower thigh. No higher than an inch above your knee.”
“Sounds frigid,” I quipped.
“Sounds like you’re arguing, Everly,” he retorted.
My fingertips grazed above my knee.
“Small circular motions, not too fast—slowly, slowly…”
I’d gone too quickly for his liking. My hand slowed, desperate to get to my throbbing clit.
“Lighter,” he demanded. “Just those two fingers. Nothing more.”
I swallowed as my fingers travelled higher, just reaching the sensitive skin of my inner thigh when he groaned. “With your other hand, without touching yourself, pull up your dress. Or better still, take it off.”
But I couldn’t stop my touch from moving, from getting closer. The maddening circles were too soft and gentle.
“Too fast, Everly.”
“I’m impatient,” I grumbled, opening my eyes for the first time in a while. He was fully clothed, sitting in the dark corner of the room. He took a swig from the whiskey bottle.
“Am I not entertaining enough?”
“You’re more entertaining than you’ll ever realise,” he groaned, eyes trained on my hand. “Do you need help, Everly? To tease yourself? Build yourself up?”
I definitely didn’t need his help, but I wanted it. I nodded.
My fingers stayed circling in that small movement, just where it tickled, watching him approach, eyes fixed on me.
The mattress dipped as he sat behind me, leaning against the headboard, his legs on either side of mine. He heaved me back into his chest.
“Luca, what are you—”
“I might touch you,” he admitted. “But nowhere it counts. Nowhere your dad would disagree.”
His strong, thick fingers took the back of my hand, directing me, forcing my touch to slow and weaken despite his rigid hold. What made it worse was that his voice was now right in my ear, making my body squirm.
“Just a slight movement forward — no, not a jolt, Everly. Too presumptuous of where this will end, aren’t you? A slow, soft movement. Tease yourself.”
But he was the one teasing me. I turned my head to look up at him, but he focused on my hand.
I said no penetration, but fuck, I wanted everything.
I wanted to shove down my underwear and kiss him, hard and fast before spinning around and rolling him on top of me.
“You said you were wet,” he whispered. “I can’t wait for you to see how much.”
“But—but you won’t feel it?” My hand shook beneath his as it continued to inch higher up my thigh to where I’d find my arousal.
“I’d rather taste it,” he said hoarsely into my hair.
A short release of breath escaped me as I shuffled back, wanting to be closer to him. Only to feel just how much he wanted me by his thick length prodding into my back.
He guided my touch further up, his hunger growing as I squeezed his cock between our bodies. We reached the seam of my panties, where he pulled my hand up so my fingers dangled, just skimming my skin, up and down, up and down.
“You want these lacey panties off now, don’t you?”
