Page 61 of Flag On The Play
I sink into it, into him, like I’ve been waiting for this moment since the second I walked off that damn stage.
His kiss is brutal and desperate, and I meet it with the same intensity. My fingers fist in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more, needing everything.
One of his hands slips under the hem of my robe, groaning when he feels what I’m not wearing underneath.
“Jesus, Nova,” he hisses against my lips. “Do you realize how fucking lucky I am? They get to see you, but I get to touch you.”
“I wasn’t thinking about them,” I breathe, rocking against his cock straining behind his zipper. “I was thinking about you.”
A dangerous growl tears from his throat, and in one motion, he lifts me, repositioning me so I’m straddling him fully. The robe slides open, and he doesn’t even pretend to look away.
“You’re killing me,” he mutters, dragging his mouth along my jaw, down my neck. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”
“I think I do,” I whisper, grinding down, heat blooming between us, reckless and hungry.
His hands grip my ass, dragging me against him with each roll of my hips. I feel the hard line of his cock pressing against my center, and I ache to feel him inside me again.
“This is insane,” I murmur, even as my body begs for more. “This isn’t what is supposed to happen back here.”
He nips my earlobe. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”
I look into his dark, wild eyes, burning with a fire that matches my own.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
That’s all he needs.
His hand slides between us, and my breath stutters as he touches my wet, aching pussy that is ready for him. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle the gasp that escapes when his fingers start to move, slow and steady, just how I like it.
“This room has cameras,” I manage to say between panting breaths.
“Already paid for the feed to be wiped,” he says without missing a beat. “Let them hear you, baby. I want them to know who you belong to.”
His words unravel me, coil after coil of resistance snapping until all that’s left is raw desire.
He removes his hand and pushes me back slightly, just enough to unzip his jeans and free his hard dick. I watch as he quickly rolls on a condom, my body burning with a need I’ve never experienced before.
He lifts me again, and I sink down onto him, taking him deep inside my needy pussy.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Ride me, Nova.”
I move against him, chasing my release, and he watches me. His eyes locked on mine. His jaw clenched like this is more than just sex. Like this is everything.
And maybe it is.
Having sex in the VIP area with the possibility that anyone could walk in or that they don’t wipe the feed is dangerous. Yet, I’ve never wanted something more in my life.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need,” he groans, digging his fingers into my ass.
He’s moving against me as fast and hard as I’m riding him. I’ve been so wound up since our phone sex that I can already feel myself teetering on the edge.
“Oh, Finlay,” I moan, tightening my hold on his shoulders.
“Fuck, you have no idea how incredibly sexy you are.” He leans forward, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth, and it’s a straight shot to my aching pussy. “I’ve never been as turned on as I am when it comes to you. Your perfect body, beautiful face, and sassy mouth. Your tight, wet pussy feels like heaven.”
“Damn, I’m so close,” I cry out, digging my nails into his arms.
