Page 8 of Green Flag (StormSprint #2)

I’d gone too quickly for his liking. My hand slowed, desperate to get to my throbbing clit.

“Lighter,” he demanded. “Just those two fingers. Nothing more.”

I swallowed as my fingers travelled higher, just reaching the sensitive skin of my inner thigh when he groaned. “With your other hand, without touching yourself, pull up your dress. Or better still, take it off.”

But I couldn’t stop my touch from moving, from getting closer. The maddening circles were too soft and gentle.

“Too fast, Everly.”

“I’m impatient,” I grumbled, opening my eyes for the first time in a while. He was fully clothed, sitting in the dark corner of the room. He took a swig from the whiskey bottle.

“Am I not entertaining enough?”

“You’re more entertaining than you’ll ever realise,” he groaned, eyes trained on my hand. “Do you need help, Everly? To tease yourself? Build yourself up?”

I definitely didn’t need his help, but I wanted it. I nodded.

My fingers stayed circling in that small movement, just where it tickled, watching him approach, eyes fixed on me.

The mattress dipped as he sat behind me, leaning against the headboard, his legs on either side of mine. He heaved me back into his chest.

“Luca, what are you—”

“I might touch you,” he admitted. “But nowhere it counts. Nowhere your dad would disagree.”

His strong, thick fingers took the back of my hand, directing me, forcing my touch to slow and weaken despite his rigid hold. What made it worse was that his voice was now right in my ear, making my body squirm.

“Just a slight movement forward — no, not a jolt, Everly. Too presumptuous of where this will end, aren’t you? A slow, soft movement. Tease yourself.”

But he was the one teasing me. I turned my head to look up at him, but he focused on my hand.

I said no penetration, but fuck, I wanted everything.

I wanted to shove down my underwear and kiss him, hard and fast before spinning around and rolling him on top of me.

“You said you were wet,” he whispered. “I can’t wait for you to see how much.”

“But—but you won’t feel it?” My hand shook beneath his as it continued to inch higher up my thigh to where I’d find my arousal.

“I’d rather taste it,” he said hoarsely into my hair.

A short release of breath escaped me as I shuffled back, wanting to be closer to him. Only to feel just how much he wanted me by his thick length prodding into my back.

He guided my touch further up, his hunger growing as I squeezed his cock between our bodies. We reached the seam of my panties, where he pulled my hand up so my fingers dangled, just skimming my skin, up and down, up and down.

“You want these lacey panties off now, don’t you?”

He wouldn’t get past them. As much as I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from begging for the touch.

He landed my hand over them and his hold slipped further down to the two fingers he slid over my slit. “What do you prefer, Everly?” he asked gruffly in my ear. His voice tingled down to my throbbing pussy. “Your delicate fingers to rub against your clit or to gently pulse in your pussy?”

I swallowed, hoping he’d take those fingers and use them to push my panties to the side.

“Or not so gentle?”

My breath caught as my fingers pressed to my clit through the lace.

“Mm,” he groaned. “Do you play or fuck yourself with your fingers, Everly?”

Lately, I’d been so bored and disgusted with myself that I’d hardly even call it playing. It had been a habit.

“Do you cry into your pillow to muffle the sound or let it all free?”

I was openly panting now, breaths catching as the speed of our fingers increased, the friction of my underwear against my clit torturous. I needed more. Skin on skin.

“Do you come so hard your legs shake? So hard you’re left gasping? So strongly that you leave a mess on your sheets? A dirty reminder of how fucking bad you are?”

Friction. Give me friction. I was grinding, rolling my hips to get my fingers to lift just an inch higher to get under my panties.

“Because, Everly,” he moaned, deep in the back of his throat.

The vibration ran through me as he picked up the pace, more pressure than before, holding me tighter, an arm around my waist. I couldn’t get under my panties if I tried.

“You’re so bad that you’re writhing against my cock because you’re so impatient. ”

“Please,” I gasped.

“You’re so fucking bad, not letting me touch you when you want me to.” His grip on my hip tightened. “When I’ve been hard for over an hour . But you could beg me now and I wouldn’t fuck you.”

If it was between me getting under my knickers or him… There was something so hot about how he guided me, how he denied me now. I was so close to coming by the mere thought of it.

“Why… why not?”

I tried to distract him, looking over my shoulder so his lips brushed my cheek as I moved our hands to my pantyline.

“Because you said no,” he said, his blue eyes intense on mine. His breath was deep, my body moving with his exhale. “Because you always want what you can’t have.”

His brow raised as I finally slid our fingers beneath the lace. Greedily, desperately, I pulled us down to touch myself. I gasped in relief as I made contact with just how wet I was.

He let me take control, his hand following mine as I let loose. He peppered kisses down my neck as I writhed against him, finally able to get the friction I needed.

“Because I want you to want me.”

My moan was almost a whimper as I came so violently I was rocking in his hold, my free hand reaching behind me to hold onto him.

The waves were relentless, my legs trembling from the impact.

As much as it was my fingers, it was his words, his guidance, that made my body uncontrollable, a sweat breaking over my forehead as I gripped his shoulder.

He held my hand as he talked me through it.

“That’s it,” he purred. “Teach me. Show me what you like. See? You can be a good girl too. Make a mess on my sheets. Come, Everly.”

It took far longer than usual for my breaths to settle as I collapsed into his chest, but with my fingers weak, he retook control, continuing the circles in my clit from earlier. I was so sensitive, yet exhausted from the violent orgasm, that my moans were shallow and constant.

“I want you to come again,” he said and I despised that it wasn’t his touch against me, but still my own as he moved my fingers. This man’s restraint was otherwordly. “Selfishly, I want to be the one to make you come. But I won’t touch you.”

In his hold, I turned to kiss him. Slow tongues mirrored our slow movements as my fingers held no power. It was all his.

“You know I won’t, so I feel I can say it… I want to fuck you, Everly. Whether it’s with my fingers or cock. I want to hear you come again.”

His movements quickened and I was overcome with the pleasure sprinting in my veins as I came again, this time grunting in his mouth.

I lay back on him, breathing and looking over my heaving chest to see our hands in my underwear from how my dress had ridden up.

“Do you want more?” he asked eagerly.

Breathlessly, I shook my head. Yes, I wanted it again, but not now. I could hardly get over what had happened.

He pulled our hands out and rested them over my panties.

“Shall I suck your dick?”

A burst of laughter came out of him and he kissed my hairline. He still laughed as he said, “No, Everly.”

“You’re not the only one good with their mouth,” I argued, wishing I had the energy to sit up and glare at him.

“So you admit I am good with my mouth?” I could hear the grin in his voice.

“Well…” I shook my head, closing my eyes. “You didn’t come, though, and I came twice.”

He stiffened. “But I did.”

I was very awake, turning in the second. “You did?”

“It’s the first — and hopefully last time — ever. But when you came, I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“You came in your trousers?”

He nodded, unashamed. “Like I said, you’re beautiful. It’s not surprising I came in my pants when that was one of the hottest moments of my life.”

One of.

I tried not to let that impact me so much. It was undoubtedly the hottest of mine, but he’d only touched my hand.

“I think you deserve a reward,” I said and dipped my fingers between my legs again before sitting on my knees and pressing my wet fingers to his lips. “A taste.”

As his mouth parted, His eyes locked onto mine, unblinking. They were the deepest blue that I wanted to swim in. He sucked in my fingers and I felt his tongue swirl around their tips, savouring my taste and forcing another moan from my throat.

His eyes flashed at the noise.

The hunger in them jerked my hand back.

He licked his lip and brushed back my hair again. “I’m going to clean up in the shower,” he said, standing. “You are very welcome to join.”

My pussy clenched at the thought of it, but I’d beg for him to fuck me as he’d said I would.

And I couldn’t. Not when he’d see my psoriasis. Not when I didn’t really know him.

“Will you be gone when I get back?” he asked, hesitating at the en suite door. There was a glimmer of worry in his expression.

“We’ll see,” I said and lay on the bed again, trying to ease my racing heart.

“As I said, you’re very welcome.”

“To join or for what just happened?” I laughed.

The sides of his mouth tilted. “Both.”

He left the door open as he undressed, letting me see his gloriously naked body before he walked into the shower and out of view.

And by the time he returned to the bed, I was fast asleep.