“You’re on to something,” he agreed. “And on my end, I’ll show you what you should be expecting from any guy that takes you out when you go back home. No more fucking the bottom of the barrel because they bought you a Frosty.”
“That was literally one time.”
Frankie pinched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.
“Kidding.” I reached over and slapped his thigh and he grabbed my hand and kept it there.
“I’m serious about this. You took this trip to do something for yourself for once. So have some fun, make the most out of me for the next couple weeks. Drive me crazy, which I already know you love to do.” He pulled me toward him and my knees dragged across the crinkling wrapping paper until I was sitting awkwardly in his lap.
Without any warning he leaned forward and kissed me, but not in the all-consuming, heart-sputtering kind of way we’d done before. This one felt oddly akin to the adult version of a pinky promise. Where Frankie was agreeing to act like a perfect gentleman for the next two weeks while he let me use him like a well-endowed dildo.
“Kiss me back,” he said.
“Is this us shaking on it?”
“Consensual, mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex. New year, we call it.”
I nodded, in utter wonderment over the whole thing. “You touch my dick…”
“I touch yours.” He smiled.
My fingers weaved through his hair as I tugged his lips back to mine.
Holy fuck we’re doing this.
I couldn’t sink my tongue into his mouth fast enough, and Frankie answered more aggressively than ever, hiking my knees up close to his hips and settling my center down over his.
The only time I’d held onto him was in the ocean where we both swayed back and forth in the waves. I could tell he was a solid wall then, but now with his back pressed against the couch and his hard chest to fully lean on, it was so easy to get lost in the feeling of his body against mine.
Frankie wound an arm around my waist, corded his fingers through the hair at the back of my head with the other hand, and held me. “God, you’re fucking fun to kiss.”
Answering, I tugged his lip between my teeth and sucked on it, which he really seemed to enjoy, because a low groan slipped out of his mouth that stirred me further awake between my legs.
I didn’t know what it was about men moaning, but the sheer knowledge of being the cause of unbridled pleasure turned sex into a competition for me. How strung out could I get him? What could I do to make him grunt the loudest? How could I make him so uncontrollably horny he flipped me on my back and pulled my pants down to my knees just to slip inside?
“Back atcha’，” I breathed, diving back in. Frankie tasted rich and sweet like the chocolate morsels we’d baked with. His teasing fingers slipped beneath the material of my tank, just above the waistband of my shorts, and mapped sensuous circles. My skin pebbled, my core ached, my nipples hardened to needy little buds. All my senses were in overload.
“Tell me what you like,” he said. “I’ll make it feel good.”
I ground my hips onto his lap for some friction and earned another one of those grunting sighs that made my eyelids flutter. “This feels good.”
“This is fucking child’s play,” he huffed. “Tell me where to touch you. It turns me on.”
Further turning him on might have put a hole through his shorts. I could feel exactly how ready Frankie was poking at my inner thigh. I shifted and lined my hips up over it.
“I like getting kissed here,” I murmured, leaning down and demonstrating on his neck just under his jaw. His skin was hot and pulsing beneath my lips.
Following my instructions beautifully, he tilted my head back and licked my throat. My entire body shuddered as I moved back and forth on his lap.
“Fuck, do that again,” he told me. “You want it there so bad, don’t you?”
“Do you always say exactly what you’re thinking?” I sighed as his teeth sunk into my neck, followed by a kiss.
“Only when I know you’re thinking it too.”
Fuck it. If we were going to go all in on this, we might as well be vocal. “I want it here,” I said, guiding his hands to my chest.
His eyes gleamed at my forwardness. Leaning in, Frankie closed his teeth around my breast and bit into it, leaving wet circles over the thin material of my shirt. He wasn’t even touching skin and my body reacted as though I was completely naked. His hands kneaded my tits together, putting my cleavage on display, and he ran his tongue right through the middle.
“You want me to fuck you there?”
I wanted him to fuck me everywhere. “Yes.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ophelia,” he groaned. “Pull these down.”
He tugged at the button on my shorts and freed the zipper, then lifted me with no effort whatsoever so I could shimmy the tight denim to my knees. Instead of taking them all the way off, he flipped me around, so my back was against his chest and my bare ass was in his lap with nothing but a black thong between us.
“Tell me where else you want me to touch you,” he murmured against my ear. “Right here?” His fingers slid between my legs briefly, teasing the damp material. “Fucking hell, O. I wouldn’t even have to lick my fingers, would I? They would just slip right in.”
My chest heaved as my hips found a slow, circling rhythm. His hands moved to my lower back and I recognized the telltale sound of his zipper being unleashed. Then his ass lifted and his shorts came down just enough.
“I want to feel skin,” he said. “Keep riding me like that, Trouble. I’m about to fucking blow in my pants like a rookie.”
Instinctually I reached back to touch, curling my fingers around his shaft and pumping it. His briefs were sticky with precum where the tip tented and I pinched and played with it. A tortured noise slipped through Frankie’s teeth.
“Look at that,” he whispered. “You made me a mess.”
Everything felt hazy and hot. The room was darker, the flickering candle barely touching us. We were too attuned to one another to care about anything going on outside our little dry-humping bubble. Frankie kissed my neck until my back arched and my entire spine tingled.
“I want to taste it,” I said. “Put it on my tongue.” He stilled for a second, understanding what I was asking for. The way we were sitting, I turned my head and our foreheads touched. “Do it.”
Frankie’s attention remained on my parted lips as he reached a hand down into his boxers and tugged at himself. Our harsh breaths mingled in anticipation and I let out a soft, involuntary whimper.
I don’t know what in the world possessed me to ask that of him. I’d never done it before, but every part of my body was screaming with need and my senses begged for something more.
A moment later his hand returned, where we could both see the tips of his fingers coated and glistening with exactly what I wanted evidence of. My mouth watered, and my thighs clenched together so hard I could hear the friction.
“Open your mouth,” Frankie said. I did as I was told and stuck my tongue out for good measure. Those two fingers pressed down on the muscle and my eyes did nothing short of roll back in my head.
Who did I think I was? Rubbing my ass on a man on his living room floor with my pants around my knees, begging to taste his fucking precum. Was this the kind of thing I would be into if I could actually find a guy I wanted to screw as much as the one I was sitting on? Foreplay with Frankie felt better than all the sex I’d ever had.