Mature Flirting Novels & Stories

A desperate puppy batting those fake eyelashes at him. I was rusty with my own seduction techniques, so I thought I would watch hers. Lately, when I had wanted sex, I didn’t go through so much trouble. I flirted a bit with my target and then made a blunt offer to fuck after my shift ended. I had been turned down only twice. My stats were pretty good if I do say so myself.

All my nerves sparkle. “Flirting like a nob. How am I doing?” He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling, then groaning. “Perfect.” My face is flaming, but I don’t care. The embarrassment is secondary to the excitement. Our bond is fizzling. He likes me here. “How do scavengers flirt?” he asks, his voice rough. “Usually, the male chases the female.” “Texts her and stuff like that?” “No. Like chases her.” I wriggle a hand free and run two fingers up his arm like legs.

He stared at his lap. Then my mother began massaging the two of us at the same time, running her hands up and down each of our thighs. My brother grabbed his drink and repeated what I had just done, downing half of it in a few seconds. My god this was erotic. And it was way beyond anything I would have imagined from this evening. True, I had fully intended on flirting with her. But I don't think I actually believed she would be receptive to it. And now she was obviously flirting with both her kids at the same time.

I murmur, “I know when you’re flirting with me, don’t I?” A faint blush spreads across his cheeks. Pale, warming. He scratches at the back of his head, adjusting his cap nervously, pushing it down a little further. Our knees press together. Warmth spreads, subtle, teasing. His leg shifts ever so slightly, pressure increasing, matching mine. Neither of us moves away. Instead, he smirks a mix of arrogance and uncertainty that makes my stomach twist. “Yeah,” he says softly, “but that’s only ’cause I’ve got… mad skills.”

Mateo held her hips firmly in place. “You’ve got some guts, openly flirting with another man in front of me,” he growled. “Why don’t I mark you right here to remind you who you belong to? You’re mine.” His thumb grazed over her clit, making her moan and hold him tighter. “I wasn’t flirting,” she breathed. “He’s just my friend, and I haven’t seen him in a long time. That’s why— ahh!” He slid two fingers inside her, stroking her pussy while rubbing her sensitive spot. Myra was too lost in pleasure to defend herself anymore.

I comment playfully. “Your flirting skills are truly something to behold.” He says dryly. “I learned from the best.” I shoot back. “First you accuse me of being a serial killer. Now you accuse me of being bad at flirting?” He chuckles. “I did not accuse you of being serial killer.” I say matter of factly. “I just said you resembled one right now.” “Like that’s any better.” He huffs. I ignore his ungratefulness at my magnanimous description. “Also, your version of flirting involves purposely irritating me.”

No one’s expecting a performance tonight. My fingers tighten. Maya tilts her head. “Performance?” “Don’t,” I warn. > Arrogant bitch: Though you did look ready to murder me. I find that energy useful. I type fast. > Me: You’re vile. > Arrogant bitch: Accurate, but charming. Maya’s eyebrows climb as she shamelessly tries to peek. “Is he flirting with you?” “He’s bored,” I say. “Bored men don’t use winky emojis.”

My lips became swollen and red. “You are becoming my addiction. Do you know?” he said. “You are crossing the limit, “ I replied. “ That is your mistake, why are you so tempting,” he asked. “ Now, I understand why you have girls following in college? You are a big flirt” I said in an angry tone. “ I don’t know how to flirt but for you, I can become anything” he smiled. I can’t win with him with words. So I want to divert the topic.

“Okay, fine, I’m not sure I could do bad breath. The mustache could maybe be overlooked.” “You’re such a liar. Go on. How should a woman flirt with you? Make you want her?” Jubilee realized she sounded breathless as she asked the question, and she stared down at her notepad so Heath wouldn’t see her expression. “I like when a woman teases. I also like when she touches me—nothing overt, but in small ways. And cleavage helps, too, although I prefer nice legs and long hair.” Jubilee wanted to ask if he hated short hair—considering she’d just cut hers into a bob—but she bit her lip. “And what should she talk about?”

The whole boss flirting with an 18-year-old. “Sir?” Oh, c’mon, Jade. You damn well knew I was flirting; wait a minute, am I bad at it? Argh, what are the things boys do these days? Little mate, are you so dense that you can’t get the hint? I am trying to flirt. With you. “Call me Dom.” I blurted out without giving it much thought. Right, can I ever control myself around her? Maybe I should let Dark deal with her because I am thinking with my cock right now. After that, however, she interrupted my train of thought, which unleashed the demon that resides within me.