Page 49 of Green Flag
Eyes flung open, I didn’t need to look down to feel him press his tongue to my drenched cotton underwear.
The moan from his throat was so deep that it was almost a growl.
And I trembled.
“So wet,” he purred.
I shook my head, hating myself for making this stupid rule because I needed his tongue on my skin.
“Oh, you don’t think you’re wet?” he chuckled, cocky dimple showing just how chuffed he was. He pulled away, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch. He pressed his two fingers to my lips. “Taste how much you want me. Taste what you’re denying yourself.”
I opened my mouth and sucked them clean, taking them up and down. My flavour was on them even through my underwear.
He watched, transfixed, eyes darkening as his other hand traipsed up my thigh. When they touched my knickers, pressing the material to me, I sucked harder. “Just because you want your underwear on, it doesn’t mean I have to keep mine on, does it?”
I shook my head violently, sucking so harshly on his fingers to keep them in my mouth. My taste was gone, wholly lapped up by my greedy tongue, but I needed some control, something to hold in my mouth to stop myself from crying out and begging him to fuck me.
“So you want toseewhat you’re denying yourself too?”
Yes.
I sat up, pulled at his belt and he chuckled as I slipped his cock out, not even really noting it before I was fisting it. With my other hand, I shoved down his trousers until they pooled around his shoes.
“Beg me, Everly,” he taunted and lifted my chin with a firm finger. His eyes were intense, fixated on me, his words on my lips. “Beg me like a good girl. Say please.”
Oh dear. I was in trouble.
Good girl? Shit.
I wet my lips with my tongue, slowing the desperate pace of my fist to look away from him before I caved and saw what I wanted to taste. What I wanted toride. His cock was enormous, girthy and veiny, and if I stared at it any longer, I would be the one to rip off my knickers.
Instead, I beat his cock faster until he was staring up at the ceiling, his eyes closed, breaths deep.
I wasn’t about to beg first.Hewould plead forme.
“Your hands are good, but I’m sure your words would be sweeter,” he said. “Tell me what you want from me.”
“Fun,” I almost snarled. My hands were better than good.
He laughed deeply, his cock twitching in my hand. “Be specific, Everly. Tell me all those little fantasies.”
When I didn’t, he grunted, lifted me by the waist and threw me back on the bed. I whimpered as the breath left my lungs, disoriented, almost lost between the pillows.
“Tell me.”
I want you to want me.That’s what he’d said. Was this part of that? Trying to fulfil all my secret, nasty desires in the hopes I would?
Was his confidence so low that he didn’t realise I wanted him already?
“Nothing you can do right now,” I murmured, pushing the pillows off the bed to see him towering over me, a hand on either side of my face.
His brows rose at my challenge. “Try me.”
“I will be sampling you tonight, yes.”
He breathed a frustrated laugh before dragging his teeth across the shell of my ear. My eyes rolled back and I almost saw heaven when he sucked on my earlobe and simultaneously rubbed at my clit again.
“I like—I like that,” I admitted.
