Page 184 of Red Marked

One hand slides down my stomach and between my legs. His fingers find my clit, and everything in me pulls tight.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. Slow circles that get faster while he fucks me deep. I’m climbing. I’m right there, so close I’m trembling⁠—

He lifts his fingers off and slows his hips right down.

I whine into the pillow.

“Uh-uh.”

He waits until my orgasm backs off, then starts again. Circles. Deep, steady thrusts. I climb faster this time. I’m gasping into the cotton. My fingers are twisted in the sheets.

He eases off.

“Flint!” It’s muffled, but he hears it.

“Quiet, I said.”

He does it again. And again. Each time he takes me higher and pulls back before I get there. By the fourth time, I’m not thinking anymore. I’m vibrating. My breasts feel heavy and swollen, my nipples are so tight they hurt, and there’s wet running down the insides of my thighs. He’s dragging his cock through me so slowly I can feel every inch.

“Please.” I turn my face out of the pillow. “Please let me come. I need to. Please, Flint. I’ll do anything.”

He drapes himself over me, and his chest is slick with sweat against my back.

“Can you be very quiet?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I promise.”

I whimper.

His fingers go back to my clit, lazy circles, no rush, while he fucks me deep and punchy and slow. Every thrust ends in a grind. I bite the pillowcase. It’s building again, bigger this time, and I don’t think he’s going to stop me⁠—

Then he does something I don’t expect.

His thumb presses against my back entrance.

I’m so wet that it slides in easily. My whole body locks up.

“Oh god.”

“Quiet.”

He eases his thumb in and out. He circles my clit. He fucks me. All three at once, and I can’t keep track of any of it. Something enormous is gathering low in my belly.

My mouth opens.

It hits all at once and everywhere. Not in a wave but in one huge detonation that goes from my clit to my ass to my scalp to my toes at the same time. I clamp my mouth shut, and the scream stays inside me. What comes out instead is a groan so deep that my throat hurts with it. My pussy clamps down on him over and over. My eyes water. Everything blurs.

Flint makes a strangled noise and starts jerking into me. He’s coming. I can feel it, hot and pulsing inside me. He keeps his thumb where it is and his finger on my clit, and he keeps thrusting, and those noises he’s making, tight and choked, like he’s being torn in half, send me straight into a second orgasm on top of the first. It’s even harder than the last. I’m not sure I’m breathing.

He holds me there until neither of us has anything left. He thrusts and rolls his hips and rubs and thrusts some more.

When he finally lets go of me, I fall face-first onto the mattress in a heap.

Shit.