Page 17 of Green Flag (StormSprint #2)

My head shook again, more aggressively this time.

All my energy went into reaching down to take his hovering hand and tugging some movement out of him.

Eyes closed, I could almost hear the smile on his face with his deep breath.

The anticipation of feeling his hand over my aching pussy evaporated into a pool of hot frustration.

Worsened to a pool of lava when he gripped my hand and held it beside my head, pressing it into the mattress with a force that swore he wouldn’t let me go.

“You don’t want to be edged?” he asked roughly, back to the start of the track, voice gruff in my ear. “You don’t want me to take my time?”

“I’m impatient,” I grumbled, voice tight with need as I fought against his restraint.

“You’re desperate,” he countered.

If I had the nerve to open my eyes, I’d roll them at him.

“Did you want Ces to join us?” he repeated.

Nothing about him had given me a bisexual vibe… but the lack of judgment in his voice, his sincere curiosity… if I wanted him to, I didn’t think Luca would do anything but accommodate.

“No,” I snapped, grinding my hips against the duvet. “I wanted you to see he wanted me. I wanted you to want me.”

He breathed out deeply against my lips before consuming them and lowering his weight onto me. His cock lined up against my thong and I let myself go as he dominated my mouth, holding me down.

I rubbed myself against him as I kissed him back, tongues crashing and tasting one another.

His grip slid down my arm, down my breast to gently draw patterns in my side, tickling so lightly I gasped in his mouth and squirmed, lifting myself with my heels to get a better angle to brush up against him.

When he pulled away, my eyes fluttered open with a frown, ready to question why in the holy tyre smokes he would stop.

But his mouth pressed to where his fingers brushed. “Tell me what I can’t do to you right here, Everly. Right fucking now.”

“I’ve always wanted to do it in public,” I blurted.

Lips still pressed to my skin, his eyes crashed into mine, darkening, lust heavy within them.

“I’ve wanted to be so desperate, so needy, I didn’t care where I was. So infatuated I don’t care if I’m caught.”

Maybe it was because I’d had to hide my only relationship for so long… maybe it was because I knew the adrenaline would make me feel alive.

“I can’t do that tonight,” he murmured as he kissed further down my stomach, each peck, each dart of his tongue forcing harsher breaths out of my chest.

He was getting lower and lower, each kiss loosened my muscles and somehow tightened the knot deep within my stomach until I was a puddle of frustrated tears.

“Luca,” I moaned, digging my nails into my palms, probably scarring myself.

“Mmmm,” he grunted, kissing the edge of my underwear. “What a shame I can’t get past these.” He pulled the elastic against me before pressing kisses all across the waistband.

“Luca,” I cried. “Luca.”

“I promised not to take these off,” he said and then pressed his lips to my practically transparent underwear. It felt no different to the brush of his thumb but I was gasping, ready to clamp my thighs around his head and keep him prisoner.

Take them off. Take them off. Take them off.

He stood over me, grabbed my thighs and dragged me to the end of the bed.

“Have you got any lube?”

I blinked, sitting up on my elbows. “Wha—?”

But he was taking off his top, leaving me at a complete loss for words. Damn him. His abs were enough to turn anyone’s thoughts to jelly and become pure animal instinct.

“Don’t worry,” he said and started to fist his cock with one hand and rub against me with the other. “You’re ready.”

For what?

“Lu- cahh .” I had intended to question him, not gasp his name when he did something to my clit, stimulating it in a way that made me gasp and pant.

What the fuck was he doing? I tried to lift my head to look over at him, but my body was molten and, within seconds, I was coming undone.

Wave after wave hit me as I clawed at his arms, whimpering and crying as tears sprang from my eyes.

A jolt hit me as he pressed his cock to my drenched underwear. He tapped it harshly against my clit and I let out a moan, intensely sensitive.

“If you touch yourself, I stop.” He looked down at me with narrowed eyes. “If you touch me, I stop. If you wriggle away, I stop. If you say stop, I stop.”

My head was shaking aggressively. Nope. None of the above.

He held his cock to my panties and thrust into his hand, brushing against my clit with each stroke. I panted as he picked up the pace, building and building the tension with the friction of the cotton between us.

The one physical barrier. I wanted to rip them to shreds.

How did this feel so good? It had to be a mental trick. His fingers had been one thing, but this… this was something else.

And I was almost embarrassed at how much I was writhing, rocking my hips into him, lifting myself at an angle for him to brush — shit. Oh shit.

That was where I needed him.

But on my bare skin.

He’d dip his cock from my clit to edge my entrance, pushing my thong almost into me. I melted further into the mattress with every dirty push that we both knew was forbidden.

And so fucking tempting.

But nothing felt as good as the smooth head of his cock against my clit. Even though it wasn’t skin-to-skin.

“My hand,” I begged. “I want to hold your cock. I want to touch you.”

He was over me in the minute, still sliding on top of me. His eyes were inches above mine, consuming all of my hazy view. “No.”

My groan was half-frustration, half-pleasure as his pace picked up again.

“I want to see you so badly,” he groaned in my ear. “I want to feel your pussy against my cock.”

“You almost can—”

His mouth took mine, his tongue swiping with the same rhythm as his thrusts across me.

“I want you,” he breathed against my lips. “I can’t pretend I don’t. I want to fuck you. This isn’t enough.”

Too desperate to care about our ruling, too sure he was as caught up in it as I was, I lifted my panties and covered his cock so that he thrust against my folds directly onto my clit.

He startled, but I grabbed his shoulders and kept him close. “They’re not off.”

“ Oh Dio, sì. ” Oh god, yes.

That smooth slide over my slit, having his skin on mine…

fuck. I was bucking my hips, pulling him down on top of me, closing my eyes and treasuring the moment.

With his cock restrained by my knickers, he no longer used his hands to aim his thrusts but instead gripped my neck, squeezed my tits, and pinched my nipples as our breaths quickened together.

This felt like fucking.

And yet I was painfully empty, my pulsing pussy unable to latch on to anything and aching without him.

“How?” he panted, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I don’t… know.”

The slick, slow slide of his cock, the length of his tease as he ran over me from the head of his cock to his balls… I didn’t know how it was this good either.

“My cock has never been so hard,” he groaned. “Or so wet. Never.”

“Do you think you could come like—”

“Yes.” Both hands in my hair, he lowered, so I felt the full weight of him as his thrusts picked up. “Yes.”

There were no more words between us, just whimpers and moans as he held me in place, having his way with me, his hands so strong as he pulled at the root of my hair, making me succumb to him.

There was no making.

I was willing.

He fucked like he raced; fast, languid, thoughtful.

And when he kissed me again, I came.

Again and again.

Was this normal? It didn’t seem normal. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had sex, or anything like this, in years.

Nope. I’d never had anything like this.

“Come,” I begged. “Come in my panties. Fill them up.”

A choked grunt filled my mouth as he jerked and came, spilling all over my pussy, my knickers a whole other definition of drenched by the time he was done.

But twenty minutes later, when we were back at it, he used his cum as lube to do it all again.