Page 152 of Green Flag
I pulled out the box from my bag and her eyes widened, zeroed in on it.
“I think this would perfect it.”
“Is this…?” She took it from my grip, holding it up with a finger and thumb and squinting as if it were some holy artefact. “A pantie vibrator? Remote controlled?”
Her eyes were bulging out of her perfect head.
“Yes,” I answered, trying to keep my voice strong. “You wanted to be a naughty exhibitionist, so…”
“Luca, we’re sober,” she said, voice raw, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the wall. “This isn’t a drunken fondle. You’re my best friend.”
I hadn’t realised it, because I had so many different friendships across StormSprint, but she was mine too. When I’d won the charity match, she was who I’d wanted there at my side. I wasn’t even that upset that my family hadn’t come to see me. Because she had.
I lifted her chin and rubbed her bottom lip with my thumb. She inhaled deeply and I wanted nothing more than to press my thumb into her warm, wet mouth.
“Remember when you got on your knees and pulled down my boxers? Remember when you choked on my cock? Licked your lips clean of my cum like a desperate little whore?”
Her blinks were rapid. Her chin fell into my hand as her mouth opened further, inviting me in.
“I’m not sure if you can recall, but last night you begged me to fuck you,” I reminded her and gently thrust my thumb past her lips. “That witty little tongue of yours is talented in many ways. You swallowed my load and wanted more, didn’t you?”
She jerked her head in my hold.
“That was more than friendly, Everly,” I said, voice low as I straightened, still holding her to ensure she didn’t look away for a second. “Friends don’t know how each other taste.”
She swallowed, her hazel eyes bright as they tracked me.
“All I’d be doing is pressing a button.”
She breathed in deeply as I dropped my touch. Her hands reached to glide over where I’d held her and she stood, shaking her head and avoiding my gaze.
“It would be…” She looked up at me with her beautiful, wide eyes, breathing in deeply as she tried to find the words. She pursed her lips as her face heated, making her round cheeks rosy. “Naughty.”
“Would it potentially sate that little desire in you to do something public?” I asked, stepping further towards her, thebox pressing against her chest. “You liked it when I took control that time.”
She nodded, not taking her gaze away from the box between us. “I did,” she admitted. “This would be…” When her eyes finally met mine, she nodded more firmly. “Yes. Okay.”
I pulled the seal and gave it to her. “Do you want to pop it in or do I get the honours?”
Her eyes crinkled. “I think you could do the honour of taking it out? That would be a nice warm-up.”
“Hmmm,” I mumbled, pretending to consider, but she snatched the box from me and took herself into our en-suite.
She sat on the bed as I used the app I’d downloaded over the weekend. Her legs forced against each other and her raspy breath was almost a scream when I turned it on.
It had immediately started on setting 3 out of 10.
“Fuck, that’s— too much.”
I brought it down to a one, and her eyes rolled back as she leaned forward. “Okay… that… that’s a tease.”
I upped it.
“That’s even more torturous.”
When I got to three again, she squirmed, looking down at the floor. “That’s actually really good,” she laughed. “I think it was just a shock.”
“Any rules with this?” I asked
