Page 46 of Green Flag (StormSprint #2)

And she rode my hand beautifully, her hands deep in my hair.

“Don’t—don’t stop,” she cried, resting her feet on my shoulders to get more leverage for her thrusts onto my fingers.

My mouth couldn’t have stopped if it tried, after wanting to taste her for so long.

But I slowed my finger-fucking, clamping a hand around her thigh to stop her movement and drag my fingers out at an angle that made her stop breathing.

“Shit,” she rasped. “Oh, shit, Luca. That’s not—”

I did it again.

“Not fair. ”

I cocked my head to the side, letting up on her clit. “Is it not? Would you like me to stop?”

“No.” Her voice was throaty and firm, an outraged demand, followed through by her hands slamming my head back into her pussy.

Her thighs clamped around my head as I got back to work, her face grinding against me as I slipped a third finger in.

Subconsciously, I was taking great delight in getting her body ready to take me. If I were to give her more than ‘just the head’.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded as she came again, whimpering into the pillow she’d shoved on her face. “Fuck me.”

I jerked back, unsure if I’d heard her when my ears were blocked by her thighs.

“What?”

She looked helpless, mouth parted with her deep breaths. “Luca, please.”

I shoved her legs down, pressed my cock to her pussy and thrust along her slit, grabbing her by the neck in the same moment.

We were clammy, our skin pressed against each other as I leaned down over her. “Don’t say that again,” I demanded, voice raw with having to deny her.

Her eyes were rolling back into her head and her voice was just a breath. “Fuck me, Luca.”

Heart beating erratically, my words were stuck in my throat as I thrust against her and her eyes fluttered closed.

“Please,” she choked out.

In my mind, I flipped her over and speared into her with one thrust, right into her tight pussy and let myself loose.

Instead, I pulled her earlobe taut to her throaty moan and said in her ear, “You’re not ready for it, Everly. But next time you ask me to fuck you, I’ll do it.”

“I want your cock,” she pleaded and reached around me to grab my ass, forcing me to move against her faster. “I can take it.”

I shook my head into her shoulder, pained at how much I had to restrain myself. I clawed at the pillows above her head.

She pushed against me, and in my panic, I thought she wanted me off, but she spun us around until she was on top of me again. She straddled my legs, my cock pressing against her stomach. An inch or two above her belly button.

Her breath caught as she looked down and saw just how much I would fill her. “Fuck,” she wheezed, shaking her head.

But her eyes fluttered with whatever thought she dismissed and she reached back on her knees, lifting her hips, holding my cock against her as she pulsed against me, making me slide between her folds, running along her clit again and again.

Hair falling back, she leaned further, letting me see the glorious shape of her body in the moonlight.

When a harsh knock erupted against the door.

She froze and dropped her forehead against mine. “Why do you have to be so good to me?” she whispered.

I froze. It was easy; I didn’t even classify this as me being good.

Another knock tightened my grip on her.

“We have been quite loud,” she said and bit her lip. “Tell them we’ll be quiet.”

I called just that, gripping her ass before spanking her again just to hear that moan full of pleasure. As much as I didn’t want anyone else to hear her, nothing could stop me from forcing those beautiful sounds from her mouth.

“We’ve got the champagne,” they called through the door.

Everly laughed and rolled off of me, brushing hair off her face as she shook her head in disbelief.

The dressing gown from the spa she’d been to was the closest thing for me to grab, and though it felt like stiff sandpaper, I threw it over myself, put the torch on my phone and opened the door. I took the champagne bucket with a mumbled thank you and shut the door.

“You and your need for some bubbly,” I said, rolling my eyes and placing the bucket on the bedside table.

She had a leg cocked, her hand on her forehead as her deep breaths filled the room.

“I’m sweaty,” she said. “Like… that was the best workout ever.”

Her breaths calmed but I couldn’t take my eyes off her chest, rising and lowering, the point of her nipple visible in the limited lights.

If only I could see her properly.

She heaved herself up, grabbed the bucket of ice and shuffled down to the end of the bed on her knees.

With a firm grip, she pushed me down to sit on the edge of the bed and positioned herself between my legs, taking my erect cock and fisting it slowly as my head fell back and I grunted.

The crashing of the bucket on the fall, the crunch and clash of ice couldn’t take me out of the trance her mouth had on me. She no longer needed my guidance as I let her play with me, sucking, rolling and flicking her tongue, taking me deep then focusing on the head of my cock she’d bounced on.

I imagined her hot, wet mouth to be her pussy and nearly came on the spot.

“Is it warm?” she asked before another long lick up my shaft.

Gathering her hair in my hands, I grunted out a “yes.”

“And now?” she asked, taking me in her mouth again, nearly balls deep. But it was a different sensation. Tingling with how cold it was in comparison and tightening my balls, stiffening my cock even further.

“Shit,” I grunted and pulled her head back by her hair. “What did you just do?”

She lifted an ice cube in her hand before popping it in her mouth and sucking on it again. “Temperature play. That’s a thing, right?”

I had no idea, but it was now.

“Fuck—that was… different.”

She sucked on the ice and pulled it out of her mouth with a popping sound. “Different good, right?” she asked, breathless.

“Everything you do is good,” I told her and pressed my cock back to her wet lips.

She sucked on me, taking me like the good girl she was, coating my cock in her saliva, until I was thrusting into her mouth. Lost in the motion, in everything she was, I didn’t notice the warmth of her throat again.

When she came up to breathe, she pressed the ice back into her mouth before falling back onto her hands on the floor.

“You okay?”

She shook her head, grumbling in the darkness. “Is ‘urning — ‘urning. Is purning!”

“What?” I cried, crouching down to her level.

“Ife! Purning!” she said around the cube in her mouth.

“It’s stuck to your tongue?”

She nodded ferociously, and then she cackled, laughing so loud I knew the hotel staff were about to reprimand us. “Is ‘rozen!”

“Shit,” I cursed and pushed back her hair to try and see her better. “No, don’t pull at it!”

She dropped her hand from her mouth and even in the dark, I knew she was giving me an ‘are you serious?’ brow raise.

“You’ll hurt your tongue,” I warned, guiding her to face the window so I could get a better look in the light. “And I quite enjoy your tongue.”

She snorted, but even that sound was more of a huff with the obstruction.

“It should melt off soon,” I told her. “Just got to be patient.”

But she reached for my still-hard cock and I squatted her away. “Everly.”

“‘Uca,” she said in the same chiding tone.

The humour blasted through my concern for her and I fell at her side, laughing so hard my stomach hurt. “Come here, you experimental queen,” I said and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

“It failed,” she said, sounding a bit more normal.

Even when not at full capacity, she reached for my cock again and I let her stroke me until the ice must have slipped from her tongue and she got back to branding my cock with her lipstick.