Page 28 of Flash (Iron Thunder MC 2)
I had to grab the couch and keep my hold on that. Keep myself steady. He slapped my butt. Hard. My skin pinched and I bit down on my lip. It excited me more. I thrust myself into him, wanting him deeper. More, more, more.
I arched myself, grabbing his muscular thigh with one hand. I lifted myself up, made myself straighter and his fingers dug into my arms. My back pressed to his chest. Wide and strong. I hooked my head sideways on his shoulder while we moved together.
His thrusts inside me became less manic. More rhythmical. I touched my pussy and immediately felt an electrical tremor. I was going to come. Our huffs and moans were in tune. His cock thrust deeper and deeper into me and I just couldn’t hold back after this. I exploded with him inside me. He moved quicker. More thump, thump, thump and I felt him jerk too. He released himself inside me with another explosion.
I fell forward, cushioning my fall with my hands on the rug. He was still inside me but slowly, our orgasms faded and Flash pulled himself out. I didn’t want him gone from me, but it was inevitable.
I was panting, and he was breathing hard too. I turned to him and saw some specks of sweat on his chest and shoulders. Would it be ridiculous if I licked them off? How crazy would he think I was?
Now what?
“Water?” Flash asked. To my surprise.
“Y…yes. Please. I’m quite thirsty.”
He didn’t bother putting his clothes on and I watched as he left the room. I looked around, still feeling absolutely crazy that I was in a house like this.
Flash returned with two glasses of water. I took one from him, beginning to feel a little shy in my nakedness. I drank the water and put it down on the coffee table.
While he drank his water, I started reaching for my clothes. I thought maybe I’d put on just my shirt at the very least.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Flash interrupted me. I looked up at him with my cheeks flushed. “You think you can put your clothes on without my permission?”
Another bolt of electricity ran through me. Since when did I like being told what to do? But somehow, I liked it when he did.
I just stared at him now.
“You can sit on the couch if you want. Make yourself comfortable,” he said.
I crept up the couch and sat in the corner, tucking my legs in under myself. Flash was looking at me with his x-ray vision. Assessing me. Figuring out what he would do with me next.
We were in silence for what seemed like a long time and then he came over and sat down in front of me on the rug. I couldn’t help but stare at him. At how hot he was. Did I really just have sex with this man? How many women would kill to be in my position?
“Give me your feet,” he said. Slowly, I pulled my feet out from underneath me and Flash took them in his hands. He started kneading them gently, massaging them carefully like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“So you massage a lot of feet, do you?” I asked.
I was speaking but my eyes were fixed on the way his big strong hands moved. My feet seemed so small and pinkish-pale. His hands were tanned and he was sure of himself.
Flash tugged at my toe, making me giggle and I met his eyes.
“Would you believe me if I said yours are the first pair of feet I’ve ever touched?”
I arched a brow and despite myself, I couldn’t help but smile at that.
“I don’t believe a word you’re saying, but I like the sound of it,” I replied.“What about your family? Has anyone been in this house?” I asked.
We were still on the couch. My feet were in his lap and he was stretched outwards, with his feet up on the coffee table. At some point, we’d ordered pizza and chips and now the empty boxes were lying discarded on the floor.
I hoped Flash hadn’t seen how excited I got to take the first bite of pizza. A bite I relished because I’d been dreaming about it for months. I was full now, but not too full for him.
We were still naked. Flash was so determined that neither of should put our clothes back on that he had the pizza delivery guy leave our order at the door. He left a thick wad of cash for him to collect so he wouldn’t complain.
I couldn’t complain either. I was having fun. Even though just a few hours ago, I thought I would never want to see him again, Flash had managed to turn that around.
“I haven’t seen or spoken to anyone from my family for almost a decade. Or whatever’s left of it. They never cared about me, so I haven’t bothered with them.”
