CHAPTER 13

Frankie

 

“Is this what you came here for, Frankie?” He traced his finger down my face, my neck, between my breasts. “You want me to touch you?”

My throat was dry, and I couldn’t talk, but I nodded. I wanted him to touch me everywhere.

“That’s real good, honey, ’cause I want that, too. But not yet.” He shook his head. “No, the first time I have you is gonna last a long while.”

I whimpered when he leaned in and nipped my earlobe.

“I’m gonna start by taking your clothes off, and then once you’re naked, I think I’ll just stare at you for a little bit, memorize every inch of you… I’ll watch as your nipples pebble, see how long you can stand still before you beg me to touch you. Does that sound like a good start?”

“Hmm.” I wasn’t even sure what that noise meant, but I hoped he understood that my answer was a resounding yes. I wasn’t scared of him, not in the least. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do to me because I knew I would love every second of it. My skin was on fire, my thighs were already quivering, and my panties were damp, yet he’d barely laid a finger on me.

He widened his stance and then reached for the hem of my shirt. I wanted him to rip the damn thing off, but instead, he raised it slowly, exposing my stomach barely an inch at a time. His knuckles grazed my skin, and I gasped when they brushed against my breasts. He paused, then used the pads of his thumbs to rub circles over my thin lace bra, causing a delicious friction against my nipples that resulted in a rush of wetness between my thighs. His lips quirked up at the sides. “They’re already hard.”

“Yes.” I reached for him and cupped his impressive length. “So are you.”

“Yeah, I am, Frankie. You do that to me. All I have to do is think about you, and my cock gets so hard.” He yanked my shirt off, forcing my hand away, and after the material fell, I reached for him again, but he stopped me. “You don’t get to touch me yet, baby. Keep your hands at your sides.”

This side of him was new, and it shocked me, but I loved it. I wanted to please him, and I trusted that he wanted the same, so I obeyed his commands. I put my hands where he wanted them and was rewarded when he leaned in and traced his tongue along my lips. “Good girl, Frankie. Keep them there.”

He kissed my jaw, and I felt his hands on my back. My bra loosened, and the tips of his fingers trailed across my shoulders until they reached the straps. He slowly lowered them until I was bared to him. His eyes didn’t leave mine until he took a step back, and when he saw my naked chest for the first time, he groaned. “You’re so beautiful.”

I shivered when he reached out and traced the underside of my breasts, massaging them, teasing them, and when he cupped them and tugged at my nipples, I cried out.

“Too much?” He soothed me by pressing a gentle kiss to each pebbled bud and licking the sting away. “Or do you want more?”

“More,” I panted.

“In a second.” I only saw the top of his head, but then I felt his lips close over my entire breast, and he sucked deep while cupping the other in a rhythmic motion that drove me mad.

There was no way I could keep my hands at my sides, so I brought them to his thick hair and held on as he teased me. It seemed like it went on forever, and I swear if he kept going I would have come from just him playing with my breasts. Every nip and lick, every time he sucked or blew, pinched and pulled, I felt it straight in my core.

It was the most exquisite form of torture, and I never wanted it to stop, but I needed him inside me, his arms around me, every part of him surrounding and drowning every part of me. I was throbbing for him, empty, wet… so, so ready for him. “Wilder,” I moaned and tried to pull his head away. “Wilder, God… I need you.”

He kissed the swell of my breasts, then trailed his tongue up until he found my mouth, where he plunged it inside. One of his hands went to my hair and fisted tight, the other to my ass, where he hauled me against him.

I felt that hard steel against my belly, and I pressed into it, but he backed away and dropped to his knees. I was practically drooling as I watched him unbutton my jeans and lower the zipper. With how slow he’d been going, I expected him to lose patience, but he didn’t even pull my jeans past my hips. No… not Wilder.

He leaned into me, kissing my stomach, dipping his tongue beneath the waistband of my panties and inhaling deeply, groaning at my scent. I held his shoulder while he cupped my ass with both hands and teased me from behind. The tips of his fingers ran along the crotch of my jeans, and as soon as he got close, my stomach tightened, and my knees weakened. “I’ll come if you keep doing that,” I warned on a gasp when he pressed harder.

“Good, give me more to taste.”

I dropped my head down to find him peering up at me. “God, Wilder.”

His lips parted while he watched me as he continued teasing me from outside of my jeans, and with his eyes blazing into mine, it didn’t take but one more press of his thumb against my clit for me to climax. I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulders. My thighs shook, and I saw stars and darkness and bursts of light simultaneously.

“Yeah, baby,” he encouraged. “I love that you come so pretty for me when I’ve barely even touched you.”

I started to sink down, but he flexed his biceps and held me upright with his strong hands as they continued gripping my ass while I came. “No, no, no. The next time you sit down, it’ll be on my face, Frankie. You need to ride this one out on your feet.”

His words made my orgasm last forever, and when I finally caught my breath, he started tugging my jeans down my hips. And just when he got to my thighs with them, he stopped.

I wasn’t expecting to feel his mouth between my legs, but he kissed me over my thong, and when he pressed his tongue against the material and they both slid inside me, I started to feel tremors in my thighs again. “Wilder, no, I can’t… not yet.”

I tried to push him away, but he clamped on tighter, sucked harder, growled louder. And he got his way because I came again, chanting his name. The pressure of my legs being forced together was an unbearable pleasure that I’d never experienced before.

And when I thought it was over, he shredded the material with his hands, shoved my jeans to my ankles, and then stood, slamming his mouth to mine as he pinched my throbbing clit. “Oh shit,” I moaned against his mouth, and when he thrust two fingers inside me, I bit his lip.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He pulled them out and circled my clit, forcing a pleasured cry from my throat. “Need to get you ready for me, Frankie. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You couldn’t.”

“If you’re not ready, I will. Come for me again.”

I almost didn’t believe he was demanding that. I’d just had two orgasms within minutes of each other. There was no way I could have a third. “Take me to bed, Wilder. Fuck me already.”

“No.” He spanked between my thighs twice, and I gasped at how much I liked the bite of pain. “You’ll come on my fingers before I let you have my cock.”

And when he began scissoring those fingers inside me and massaging perfect circles on my clit with his thumb, I told him what he wanted to hear, “I’m coming, Wilder.”

“That’s right, Frankie. See?” He held me up and forced his hand tighter against me while I shook in his arms. “I know what your body needs already.”

“Yes…” I panted as I started to fall, any strength I had left me in that last orgasm.

He lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder, and slapped my ass as he walked me down the hallway. I jostled a bit but knew he wouldn’t drop me, so I didn’t even have to hold on. When we reached his bedroom, he set me at the end of his bed, and I moved to lay down. “Not yet, honey. Remember what I said about the next time you sit down?” He unbuckled his belt, and I watched as he reached for the button on his jeans. When I didn’t answer, he stopped with his hands on his zipper. “What’d I say?”

“About what?”

He grinned. “About the next time you sit down.”

Did he actually think I was going to repeat that out loud? When I didn’t, he simply arched a brow, and for whatever ungodly reason, I said, “The next time I sit, it’ll be on your face.”

“That’s right.” He grinned and pulled the belt through the loops, tossing it on the bed. “Undress me, Frankie. But do it slowly.”

I openly gawked at him. “What?”

“I think you heard me.”

Oh God. This was hot. He was sexy like this, and I loved it. I would have thought somebody commanding me in the bedroom would have turned me off, but I was so excited I could barely see straight. I swallowed and went for his jeans, and when I tugged them down, I didn’t wait for him to kick them off before I went for his black boxer briefs.

His cock was beautiful. I never thought I would have used that adjective to describe a penis before, but there was no other word for it. It was perfectly straight, thick and long, larger than any I’d ever seen before, but not intimidating.

I yanked his shirt off and marveled at the dips and valleys on his stomach. “You’re so hot.” I reached for his abs, but he shook his head.

“You can touch me later.” He climbed on the bed and laid on his back, then licked his lips. I felt wetness drip down my thighs, and I didn’t know how I was even still standing with the way my legs were trembling. “Come sit on my face, Frankie. Let me taste that pussy.”

It was less than a blink later that I was crawling between his legs, and I couldn’t help myself. I wanted that magnificent cock in my mouth so bad. I bent down, but I barely had my lips around the head before I was hauled up and settled on Wilder’s face.

“Holy God,” I cried in ecstasy when he pulled me against his mouth and ate me with a fervor that had me screaming his name in seconds.

I was shaking and panting. My skin was sensitized and moist with sweat when I found myself suddenly on my back. Wilder kneed my thighs open, and I felt the tip of him at my quivering entrance. “Yes,” I arched into him, needing to feel every inch of his thick cock inside me more than I needed to breathe. I reached for his arms, and he withdrew.

“Arms above your head, or I’ll use the belt to keep them there.”

I put them where he asked, and he didn’t make me wait. He slid inside in one slow, long, achingly hard thrust, and I felt tears rolling down my temples from how perfectly intense it was.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby. God, you feel like heaven.” He fucked me like I’d never been fucked before with deep, long strokes that made me feel weightless and full of sand at the same time. I couldn’t comprehend it all and had an overwhelming need to get closer to him. I wanted his skin against mine, but I didn’t want to disappoint him if I touched him.

But he read my mind because just then, he growled, “Touch me, Frankie.”

I pulled him down to me, needing him as close as he could get, loving that he knew what I needed without me having to ask. “It’s… it’s so much.”

“It’s not enough.” He ground his hips into me, and I felt him inside me in more ways than one. “It’ll never be enough with you.”