Page 39 of Green Flag (StormSprint #2)

“You don’t really have much choice,” I mused, looking at my freshly manicured nails. Green. His colour. 68 on my ring finger. “Do you like them?”

I gave him my hand to examine. His skin was rough as he held them close to admire.

He winced. “Okay, yep, my cock officially hurts.”

“Okay,” I said cheerfully and dropped to my knees.

“Everly, you don’t really—”

“We don’t have much choice now, do we?” I asked sweetly and ran my hands down his thick, muscular thighs.

“If we were in a relationship, I wouldn’t want the whole of the world to see my boyfriend’s cock and…

well, you don’t want a massive target for your opponent to aim for.

And when I say massive… it’s practically waving at me. ”

It was twitching at my words and I grinned.

“So, this is it then,” I said, sighing melodramatically and staring at just how bloody big he was. I’d touched him before, I’d felt the length of his cock against my clit, edging my pussy, but I’d never had the time to see him.

He was massive. Not just long down his thigh but girthy like a damn pipe.

“I can’t promise it will be any good. Men have only ever fucked my throat before. Very little needed from me.” And that wouldn’t fit down my throat unless I dislocated my jaw.

He bent and lifted my chin to look at him. “It’s almost like you forget that just the thought of your pretty lips around my cock would make me come.”

“Calm down, let’s not have you coming in your shorts again. Wouldn’t want that dripping down your leg in the ring.”

He looked around helplessly, grip still on my jaw. “There’s no towels, there’s no—”

“I’m going to swallow every drop, don’t you worry.” The confidence was fake. Fake it until you make it , as Luca had said.

And I pulled down his shorts and boxers in one go, so his huge cock sprang free and nearly whipped me in the face.

“Hey buddy, it’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it?”

Both that the last minute had got me hot and bothered and that it had been a while since I’d seen him.

Luca chuckled, shaking his head, but his voice was as hard as his cock. “You really want this? Here and now? I won’t be able to hold back—”

My eager nod cut him off and he pushed forward, pressing his cock to my lips and drawing his pre-cum onto them like lip gloss. I had to hold myself back from letting my tongue follow the brush of his cock.

“You look so pretty with my cum on your lips,” he mused, stroking my hair back as I looked up at him. “Taste it.”

My lips tingled.

“Taste it, Everly.” The rough demand ran up my spine. Yes, sir.

With one slow, thorough swipe of my tongue, I managed to get it all. His breath caught as he watched, deep blue eyes watching every move.

“Spit on it.”

Instead, I grabbed his length and fisted him, making sure my ring finger with his number was visible from his all-seeing birds eye view. Because if that was what had made his cock hurt, it might have given him the same buzz it did me when I requested it from my nail tech.

And though the number seemed like a willing branding on me, for this moment, I owned him.

“Spit?” I asked. “I don’t think so.”

I pressed a kiss to the tip of his head that had spent many minutes rubbing against my clit.

His cock twitched against my touch.

“Spit on it,” he repeated, more forcefully. “You can’t do it wrong.”

Why was my worry phlegm? How did you spit?

“Let it build up in your mouth and then dribble it on my cock, Everly. I know you’re already salivating at the thought of it.

” I didn’t respond to his cocky words. “You’re going to be a good girl and make me come in the next…

” He looked around with half-closed eyes and sighed when he found a clock. “Seven minutes.”

I fisted him harder, amused by how long each movement took to get from the hilt to the head.

“Please, Everly.” His voice was rough as grit.

And then I did it. I let the saliva that had built up in my mouth dribble onto his shaft. He grunted as his head fell back. “Swirl your tongue around the head.”

I took an inch of him in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around him as if he were a lolly.

“Just under the head— there’s a bit of skin that attaches— fuck, yes, just there .”

I flicked my tongue against the tight skin that was harder, connecting his shaft to the head of his cock and the head on his shoulders fell back into the wall. “Yes, like that. ”

This all felt like a tease. Where was his desperate need? He was letting me play and find my feet, but if he wasn’t… if he didn’t use me like a rag doll, was he really enjoying it?

My mouth released him with an audible pop and his brows lowered in confusion.

I ran my tongue so very lightly underneath his cock, dragging it along his shaft back to that banjo string where he grunted. “Everly,” he growled in frustration. But it wasn’t angry. He knew I had him now.

“Suck my cock,” he demanded. “Tease me later. Make me come now.”

There was nothing I wanted more than for Luca to win his fight. To see this man with all his masculine power let loose the strength in his muscles and dominate in the boxing ring.

But teasing him? Getting him all wound up to the point he knew I had some power too? That was a need .

Slowly, I fisted him again, spitting to get more traction and then put his cock into my mouth, gliding my lips and tongue up and down him.

“Suck it. Like an ice lolly. Lips tight and suck as you drag up.”

I tried to go down to the hilt, but he was just too big and wide for me to go all the way. I was breathing quickly through my nose, gagging as I went further.

“More. Take more.”

The grit in his voice, the damn desperation, his desperate need for me made my mouth obey until he was hitting the back of my throat, and I was gasping, struggling not to gag.

“Loosen your throat. Let me in. You can take it. Just an inch more. That’s it, good girl. Fuck, Everly. Now suck.”

I tried but he was so large and filling I was worried I’d scrape my teeth against him because there wasn’t enough room in my mouth.

He guided me, with his hands in my hair, to where I could breathe again.

I pursed my lips around him and sucked like he’d requested, grabbing onto his thick, tense thighs for leverage.

“Shit, yes. Yes, Everly. Now again. Again and again and again.”

My neck was going to hurt from the motion to cover the length of him but as his grunts became wilder, a warmth pooled in my core, and my sucking became less controlled, more an impulse.

And in between my gags, those were my whines I could hear, vibrating around his cock because I was getting off on this nearly as much as he was.

“Breathe through your nose,” he commanded. “Your wet, warm mouth feels so fucking good, Everly. I can’t even imagine what your pussy would be like.”

It clenched when he said that. It always felt so achingly empty around him.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned. “You’re going to lick me clean, aren’t you? Not one single drop, you said.”

I moaned around him, yes yes yes yes yes.

“Look at me.”

Dutifully, I did. I hadn’t realised I’d been closing my eyes, but now that they were open, I felt the sting of tears and looked at this beautiful man, thrusting into my mouth with purpose as he came, bursting hot spills of cum onto my tongue and down my throat.

“Don’t swallow,” he ordered. “Let me see.”

I went to argue, but he tugged on my chin, baring my open mouth to him where his cum had pooled.

It felt dirty…but I felt adored.

“Fuck,” he groaned and stroked my cheek. “Oh, fuck, Everly, you’re so beautiful.”

There was a pause before his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he nodded. “You can swallow.”

A little cough escaped me as I swallowed the last of him. My knees were weak as I tried to stand. He gave me a hand to help me and pulled me into his chest, his body trembling from the orgasm. “Everly, is kissing against our rules?”

A laugh warmed my pounding chest. “That would definitely go against our strict only-friends rule.”

He held me at arm’s length and cocked a brow at my cleavage before buttoning me back up. “If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.”

“And if you were my boyfriend, neither would I.”

I pulled up his shorts.

He chuckled again and rested his forehead against mine. “Now that you’ve had a taste… does that mean maybe I’ll get to taste you?”

I shrugged, spinning around to get my jacket from the chair where I’d dropped it earlier. “Maybe. Go and win, Mendes, and I might consider it.”

He stood to attention and saluted me. “Yes, ma’am.”

With a grin and a wink, he left.

My knees still weak, I slumped on the leather sofa, heat still simmering in my belly, my lips tingling with the memory of him. Oh god. I’d raised the stakes.

I should have let him have his way with me.

His phone was just lying there, ready for me to send the pictures his friend had taken.

So, knowing his pass-code from our evening strolls around the trailer park, I unlocked it to send those and then take a racy photo of myself.

I was so far down this road, I might as well see where it ended.

But it didn’t open on the camera. It opened on a PDF.

Private Investigation — Mendes. Bacque. 2020.

That was my name. My investigation.

I didn’t even consider that it was private. I scrolled.

There were logs — spreadsheets, scanned customs records, archived flight paths.

Some highlighted.

With my Ciclati credentials. My pass.

Used in the weeks leading up to Pedro getting arrested.

But not Pedro’s name. Not even once.

My lungs tightened. My eyes burned with the need to blink but I couldn’t look away from the evidence.

He’d used my login.

Whoever the he was.

Whether it was my dad, or… or Pedro.

And my gut twisted to tell me it couldn’t be my dad.

Despite everything, how he disagreed with my choices, how he didn’t stand up for me during the investigation… he wouldn’t have done this to me. He loved me.

But Pedro? Fuck.

My loyalty had meant nothing to him. He’d used it to implicate me.

And Luca knew. It had been sent three hours ago.

I should have deleted the file. I should have thrown the phone across the room.

Instead, I locked it and slid it back onto the desk with trembling fingers, walking away like nothing had changed.

Even though everything had.