Page 143 of Green Flag
I’d fisted my cock at the thought of her. I’d wanted to leave the red marks she’d smeared from her lipstick all over me, but from the action it got that night from my hand, they were already gone by the morning.
They needed to be replaced with new ones.
A never-ending smear of red on my cock.
She pulled off her boots and breathed in deeply. “Trapped in your head forever. ”
She stood, grinning at me over her shoulder as she went to pull her dress down from how it had ridden up.
“What images have been in your head before this week?”
“You’ve been in all of them, Everly,” I said and grabbed her, pulling her onto the chair with me. She squealed but it was damn music to my ears. “On all fours. On your back. On my cock. Crawling.”
“I can crawl,” she said and slipped from my hold to fall at my feet.
Her hands ran up my shins, to my knees and then further, like when I’d forced her to tease herself. “I can also lick and suck and choke.”
I palmed my cock. It was rock fucking solid.
“Teach me.”
I might not be the most intelligent guy on the block, but I knew what that meant. Teach me how to suck cock for the next man that comes along. The one I’ll love. The one that doesn’t have a split personality; isn’t happy and go-lucky in front of others and a misery behind closed doors.
But I was selfish and, as I’d said, rock hard, so I’d take it. I’d teach her anything.
I leaned back in the chair and gestured half-heartedly at my crotch. “Undo my belt, Everly.”
“Will you be rough with me?” she asked, voice laced with lust as she did as she was told and pulled the belt free.
“Yes,” I said because by the sparkle in her eyes I knew she wanted that.
She looked down at my jeans, unzipping me with a smirk she tried to smother. “Will you come down my throat?” she asked eagerly.
“Did you like how I tasted?” I asked and sat up to tilt her head so I could look her in the eyes again.
She cocked her head to the side, keeping her chin touching my thumb, pretending to consider. “It gave me a rush. I want to do it again.”
I stood and pulled down everything until my cock nearly hit her in the face.
Her lips parted, staring at my cock with a blunt inhale and then she was pushing me to sit back down and climbing the muscles of my thighs to lightly graze her hands up my length, making it twitch.
She licked her palm like a damn porn star and grabbed my shaft before licking the tip of me. The moan that escaped her nearly forced me to my knees.
“Can I just… play?” she asked, shuffling so her knees were closer together.
“Do whatever you want,” I begged. “Please.”
She could take an iron to my balls, and as long as she was having fun, I probably was too.
My pre-cum leaked from the tip she’d just licked and, with her thumb, she spread it over the entirety of the head of my cock before sucking on it hard, her tongue flicking to lap up all of the flavour.
I hadn’t seen that in any porn I’d watched and, fuck, that was good.
“I never thought I’d like it,” she said. “But the way you react has me so wet.”
If she wanted a reaction, she got one to that. I groaned at the thought of her pussy glistening, knowing I’d never seen it or, technically, felt her pussy with my fingers.
I had to.
