Page 49 of Green Flag (StormSprint #2)

Luca

“Get on the bed.”

She did as she was told, with excitement in her eyes. Her smile was somehow bright and mischievous.

And then I ignored her. I took off my shoes, socks, shirt, trousers, watching her breaths quicken as she leaned back on her elbows.

Her thighs pressed together.

I went on my phone, starting the vibration inside of her again.

She gulped, nodding in encouragement. But I left her there on level two.

I folded my clothes.

“Luca,” she mewled.

“Yes?” I asked, putting my trousers in the drawer.

“Don’t try and pretend to be unaffected,” she said, dragging the length of her silk dress up her thigh. “I can see how rock solid you are through your boxers.”

Damn my cock.

“Unzip me,” she said, but I tapped my phone twice and she rasped. “ Oh .”

Her hair fanned out beneath her as she fell back onto the bed, pulling her dress up with desperate need and tracing the edge of her cotton panties with her ring finger.

She was finding every opportunity to show me my number on her nail.

My cock threatened to strain out of my boxers.

“Luca, please,” she begged.

I leaned against the drawers facing the bed. Without looking away from her, I pressed another button and her hips pushed off from the bed, needing friction on her little clit.

“I’m not touching you,” I told her and upped it again.

A high, choked breath ripped from her throat as she writhed on the bed, hands clutching the pillows above her head, pressing her legs together, mouth open, letting out all of the beautiful, musical sounds that nearly broke my resolve.

“It’s—it’s too much,” she cried. “It’s… oh, fuck. I’m so… I’m so close .”

My grip on the drawers tightened.

She moaned my name over and over as if she knew the effect it had on me, winding me up and up until I was wound so tight I might break. When her legs finally parted, my breath stopped.

Her white cotton panties were so wet; they were see-through, hugging her folds, begging to be traced by my fingers, to be licked by my tongue. I nearly fell to my knees, ready for worship.

But she was panting, her scream choked and raspy as she came from the little vibrator, her body twisting with the roll of her orgasm.

Her lips were swollen from our kiss and I wanted to devour them and swallow her noise as I pressed into her dripping pussy.

Waiting for her breaths to calm took an age; I nearly broke my fingers against the unit but managed to turn off the vibrator.

“Unzip me,” she said, voice somehow firm despite her ragged breaths.

And I was there, tugging on the zip as she sat up and kissed down my neck, yanking on my boxers, undressing each other as if our lives depended on it.

Her kisses followed along my jaw after I got her dress off, getting closer and closer to my mouth and I wanted to take her lips with mine.

But I was the one who had initiated the kiss at midnight.

And maybe I’d crossed a line.

She reached down to try and pull off her knickers, but I grabbed her hand, dragging her to the end of the bed.

“No, your panties aren’t coming off,” I told her, standing and pressing my thumb to rub against her clit through them. “We’re not fucking, are we? So there’s no need.”

Her brows knotted. Her face was so beautifully flushed. “We’re… we’re not?”

“Apparently.”

“What?”

“You’re so wet, I won’t even need lube,” I said, dragging my thumb down her folds and pressing just slightly against her entrance. “You are absolutely soaked, Everly.”

“Touch me,” she begged. “We both know you’ll tear these off soon enough.”

I chuckled. I had to prove a point tonight. “You’re not desperate enough.”

The head of my cock pressed against her panties, the moisture of them letting my member brush against her smoothly, quickly. She whimpered, lifting her hips to match my thrusts, angling herself so I ran against her clit. Then she crossed her thighs and squeezed my cock between them.

I grunted, falling forward, a hand on either side of her face, the back of her legs against my chest.

Her breaths were broken as we looked into each other’s eyes.

When she said my name, I nearly came on the spot. All over her stomach.

Which wasn’t my plan.

“I want to see my cock slide across your pussy,” I told her.

She nodded desperately. “So they’ll come off?”

“No,” I said, untangling her legs and easily ripping a hole in the cotton underwear, the stretching and ripping sound almost covering up her little shocked gasp.

I didn’t wait, thrusting again to see her folds hug my cock as I slid against her swollen clit. Again and again.

This was the most naked I’d seen her.

And just knowing that — recalling how she had begged for me to fuck her — had me come without restraint.

I was sure to get my cum all over the cotton material of her panties before ripping them off and throwing them in her mouth.

“Fucking taste us,” I demanded, as her eyes widened and she swallowed. From how her jaw moved, I knew she was doing what she was told: Tasting our cum.

“Taste us and tell me we’re not perfect together.”

She nodded aggressively, moan choked through her panties.

“Taste us and tell me we’re not fucking.”

A shimmer of sweat had broken out across her rosy face, and her lips pursed as she sucked on the material, a dare in her eyes.

Her hands were free, she could have pulled them out, but instead, she pulled me further down by my biceps and stroked my chest down to the hair above my cock and up again.

Without even realising it, I’d been thrusting against her again, my cock still hard.

She took out her panties, dismissed them beside her on the bed and said, “We are fucking. Right now, Luca.”

Her hand fisted my cock eagerly. Any touch from her and I was hardening, even if I’d come all over her minutes ago.

“Fuck me, Luca,” she said and pulled my cock to her entrance, wiggling down on it.

She stroked my arm before gripping my bicep and tugging me down until our faces were only inches apart. Her hips raised and lowered, sliding up and down my cock, pushing more and more into her.

“Not just the tip,” she breathed against my mouth. “Not just the head.”

She pulled me closer.

“Every inch of you, Luca.”

Her hands were tight on my ass as she guided me further into her tight heat. “Please.”

Fucking hell. The second I was inside her, my eyes rolled back — not from relief, but from the sheer overload. I had her. Finally. What I’d dreamed about, burned for, lost sleep over — all of it, here, wrapped around me like she’d always belonged.

“What can I do to get you to give me everything?” she whispered and brushed my cheek with her palm. “Don’t hold back. Fuck me like you’ve wanted since the beginning. Push into me, Luca. Move. Please move.”

There was just my frozen body leaning over her panting chest, half of my cock in her, stunned that this was happening.

She locked her ankles around my ass and pulled me further into her. I grunted and she kissed the edge of my mouth. “You said you would give me everything. Anything I wanted. Your fingers, tongue, bike… and now I want your cock. Make me scream, tear me apart.”

Her pussy was so wet, I wasn’t surprised she’d been able to take me. But if I thrust into her with the force, the recklessness, the urgency I needed… I really might tear her apart.

And I was surprised I could think of anything other than how deliciously tight and wet she was around me, but I still worried… what if she would regret this?

“You want my cock?” I asked her, my voice gruff. I bent her legs before me and twisted her so she lay on her stomach. “Fuck yourself with it.”

She let herself loose. On her knees, she thrust back and forth, each time sliding further down my length. Watching my cock disappear inside of her had me back to rock damn solid, filling her more and more.

“You can take more, can’t you?” I goaded and she moaned in agreement, nodding desperately. “I thought you wanted every inch?”

Her pace picked up, thrusting further back, riding me harder.

“I can feel… I can feel you growing inside of me,” she panted. “It’s so… it’s so good. You’re so deep. ”

I still wasn’t fully inside of her.

“Fuck yourself with my cock,” I encouraged. “That’s it. Like that. Come on my cock, Everly. Get it.” Her breaths quickened — became frenzied — and her thrusts became more erratic as they heightened. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck.”

Her walls pulsed around me as she cried out, grabbing the pillow again and pulling it to her mouth to smother her desperate, liberated sounds.

She fell onto her arms, her chest heaving, her words between pants. “I want you— you’ve got to — please… fill me up.”

Shit. If she kept on talking like that… I wouldn’t have a choice but to give her what she wanted.

“Please, Luca,” she mewled and nearly took me down to the hilt. “ Please. ”

Her voice broke with the final beg and, fuck it, I did too.

Firm grip on her hips, I tugged her back onto my cock, until her ass slammed into my pelvis. She gasped, head in the duvet, before chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Her pussy was a vice for my cock, taking me perfectly.

I was ready to blow.

But those moans were music to my ears as I thrust into her, making her body slam into mine and filling the room with an obscene beat to accompany her wails.

My dreams came true when I saw my cock covered in her cum, drilling in and out of her.

Ass in the air, there was no greater pleasure in life than to spank her and change the rhythm of her moans into the pillow she’d grabbed.

I leaned over, reaching to rub at her clit, never letting up on my thrusts, and bit into her shoulder. A high-pitched gasp escaped her.

Fuck, that was rougher than I’d intended. She might have wanted that but for my first time with her…

There was more to this than animal savagery.

In her ear, I grunted, “Are you okay?”

I kissed where I’d bit her and she nodded quickly. “Yes, Luca. Oh my god, yes. Fuck—fuck me.”

She took everything I gave her. Every thrust, every spank, every dirty word, bouncing back on my cock with such zest that I couldn’t believe we hadn’t done it before. I couldn’t imagine ever stopping.

She was made for me. I was made for her. We were a pair.

And I had to know if she felt the same.

Flipping her again so I could see her beautiful, glistening face was a mistake.

I was going to kiss her.

On the mouth.

And change everything so that we weren’t fucking but making love.

Like I’d fantasised.

I brushed back the hair that had stuck to her face, our skin clammy with sweat as I cherished her body, kissing up and down her chest, her throat, her jaw, knowing I was failing at withholding from her parted, panting lips.

Clawing at my back, she met every thrust with the pivot of her hips, moaning so sweetly.

I was going to swallow those moans.

Swollen and sensitive, her clit only needed a few brushes of my fingers, pulling back the hood, for her to combust and shatter.

The room filled with a throat-ripping scream as she pulsed around my cock, nails scratching at my arms, tugging me back down on top of her.

Fuck, I would do anything to take her somewhere she could freely shriek in pleasure.

That volume would have staff knocking on our door.

There was nothing they could do; not even the fire alarm would interrupt me now. Not even my own kiss.

I shoved the panties back in her mouth.

She nodded, lips parted, gripping my biceps to get me to move again. I grabbed her hands and placed them over her head, our bodies flush as I drilled into her.

“You are a dream,” I rasped in her ear. “You are literally a dream.”

Her words were muffled against her underwear, but she locked her ankles around my waist and forced me to go faster and fuck her in every position I’d imagined.

Until we were an exhausted heap of bodies.

We lay there, me behind her, my cock inside her, calming our breathing. I’d had to spoon because I needed her to come again, but looking at her beautiful face… my tongue would replace those panties.

I dragged our cum from her dripping pussy, up her body as she trembled, then brushed her lips with them and finally pulled the cotton from her mouth.

“That was…” she breathed. “Luca, this is the best night of my life.”

“Mmm,” I agreed, pressing gentle kisses into her shoulder.

“You’re…” But her sentence cut off with pants.

“I’m?”

“The fucking best,” she almost wheezed.

My palm cupped her breast, pretending to squeeze her but really wanting to feel her heartbeat. It thundered in her chest like my own.

She reached around to grab my other arm and force me to cuddle her.

Somehow, my cock was stiffening inside her again.

“Let’s just stay here,” she whispered, her back flush against my chest.

“After being tortured by not having my cock in you, I wouldn’t mind leaving it there forever.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

I chuckled, holding her there, hoping the night wouldn’t end. Or that the new year would continue just as it had started. With her by my side.

The way she fit against me, the way I fit inside her, the way she made me smile in my darkest moments… yet how I could be real with her… when I’d contemplated if I loved her, it had seemed like a fleeting thought.

But it grounded me in every interaction. Love had crept up on me and settled in my heart. I promised myself I would savour it, holding her close, my lips against her skin.

For however long I could, I would show her how I felt.

Because there would come a time when I couldn’t; even if I knew then and there, the feeling would never pass me.

Before, I didn’t know if I was capable of love, of what it did to people and how love only seemed to hurt.

But I wasn’t thinking about how it could hurt me.

I knew I wouldn’t let anything upset her.

I wasn’t capable of breaking her heart.

I was in love with Everly Bacque.

Screw my family, screw Ciclati.

There was nothing that could stop me from loving her.

From afar, up close, secretly, obsessively.

Nothing could stop me but her.