Mature Flirting Novels & Stories

I flipped the script on him. “Just saying,” he went on, voice annoyingly casual, “masturbating to p**n is kind of a waste when the real deal’s literally right in front of you.” I blinked. Then slowly raised a brow. “Are you trying to flirt with me, or advertise yourself like a microwave meal? ‘Ready in five, slightly toxic, and definitely overhyped?’” “Touché.” I slowly sat up, “Look, I don’t care what fantasy you’ve got cooked up in that overconfident head of yours, but I’m not one of your fans. So you can keep the charm for people who actually 'want' it.”

“Come on, man! We’re men! We’ve all done shit like this all the time! You know how we are. And besides, you’re probably unmarried. Once you do get married, you’ll understand me even better.” But when he saw that my disgusted expression remained unchanged, he frowned, before letting out another laugh. “Oh, you youngsters! One day, you’ll get me for sure. I don’t know about boys but men like to flirt around, they like a little fun and adventure once in a while.” “Is that that so?” I finally broke my silence, raising my eyebrows at him. “Is that what men do?” “Come on! You know!” He was beginning to get nervous, or just irritated, I couldn’t exactly tell, but the change in his demeanor was evid

I'd love to try your patience out. Is he flirting with me? Not many people have flirted with me, and I haven't returned the favor, which is why I can't spot it out in the wild. C: Delaying gratification can make the ending that much sweeter, hotter, and offer so much more satisfaction. He's definitely flirting with me, and I squirm in my seat. R: Maybe with you, I'll give it a shot. C: It would be my pleasure, Ruby. To try your patience out, see how you handle it.

I take a sip of the champagne. “Are you trying to flirt with me, Stone?” “Is it working?” “We’re fake dating, you don’t have to flirt.” “What if I want to?” She smiles and rolls her lips inwards; I can see the cogs in her mind moving. “It would be okay, I guess.” “You guess, or you’d like me to flirt with you, Petal?”

“That definitely means you saw something miss Sloane, you're stuttering and blinking “he pressed on. I shook my head, stepping a foot away from him. “I didn't see anything, and…. and..I ain't stuttering”I lied . “Well if you insist then it's your choice, though I had it all fun with the thought of your ass bumping in my dick, you've got a nice ass, you know that right?” He was flirting with me with his words and I love the way it made me feel below. “I know…and not everyone has a great dick to fuck as yours!” He raised his brows before grinning.

“ What are you saying, are you trying to flatter me or is this another method of flirting, Thanks anyway for the phone” “ You welcome. I brought you some medicinal soup, but it a little spicy, and talking about flirting…..” He moves close to her, just an inch away from her, her cheeks were already red, he smile widely and move his hands to her leg and then trace down to her thighs. “ Austin……” She called as she bit her lower lip trying not to moan. “ What is it baby, do you want me to stop, that is exactly what flirting looks like” He whisper softly in her ears and gently bit them. She couldn’t hold it anymore as she moan softly.

"You said flirting is fine, and I need to know if I have a chance or not," "Oh," I hum dramatically to add excitement. "I like-..." Images of my father slamming me into the wall reach into my mind, but I quickly recover with my heart beating fast. "Kind Men. It doesn't matter what they look like as long as they have a good heart," "Ah, so it's fine if I'm an old geezer?" I shriek. "No-no-no! Okay! I take that back!" I'm hyperventilating, and frankly, a bit freaked out. "Are you old? I mean... How old are you?"

"You know, they say that kissing is a language of love, so would you mind starting a conversation with me?" "You're not going to give up, are you?" "Nope," I popped, "not until you give in," "I'm being the mature one and keeping things the way they are by being on top of the whole situation. Don't frustrate me, Mordecai." She threatened, pointing her slim finger at me. I wiggled a suggestive brow at her. "I’m always on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?" "Are you seriously turning everything I say into a flirt line?" She whisper-yelled. "And stop undressing me with your eyes!" I smiled innocently.

He took another sip from his glass. "Like I told you, everyone knows what people like you do, so just move along and talk to someone else." I gestured to shoo him away but he just replied with a grin. "What's so funny?" I questioned. "It's amusing how you girls think I'm flirting with you when all I'm doing is just having a nice and simple conversation." "You're not flirting with me?" I raised my eyebrows. He took a sip from his almost empty glass. "--That's flirting." He pointed his glass to a guy touching the butt of a girl in a dress, getting slapped in the process. It made me laugh a little actually.