Chapter 15

Levi

Frankie tasted like sunshine. The compulsion to kiss her had come out of nowhere, but the second I did, I knew that one taste wasn’t going to be enough. She was sweet, and her lips were impossibly soft, and the way she sighed as I probed her mouth with my tongue made my cock stiffen instantaneously.

Then she pushed me away. Fair call. The kiss caught both of us by surprise, and given our history, I would have found it a little odd if she didn’t push me away.

“What the fuck, Levi?”

I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip and watched her, trying to decide what to say. I still needed to untangle my own thoughts on the matter, after all.

“It was the George Michael,” I said finally, smirking. “Always gets me in the mood.”

Frankie tried to look angry, but her pink cheeks betrayed her. She reached for my phone and silenced it, shaking her head. “I don’t understand you at all.”

“Come on, Frankie. You’ve thought about it.” I sat up, pulling my legs in and turning to face her. “It’s like scratching an itch. We’re here. We’re alone. Nobody has to know.”

She worried on her bottom lip, and I wondered if she had any idea what it did to me. How long had I been fantasizing about that mouth of hers? My cock throbbed, and I considered pushing her down against the carpet right then and there.

“Tell me you don’t want to and I’ll leave it alone,” I challenged. I knew she wouldn’t be able to do it.

We were like two caged lions on opposite sides of the ring. Her consent was the only thing keeping us locked up, and the second she gave in to the ache between her thighs, we’d be on each other like the snarling beasts we were.

The firelight cast shadows over Frankie’s features, but her eyes burned brightly. She took a breath and her expression transformed from one of uncertainty to something statuesque and fierce.

“This doesn’t change anything,” she said fluidly. “I still think you’re an asshole.”

“Fine with me, sweetheart.”

No more words.

I placed my palms on her shoulders and pushed her back, jamming my hips between her legs as my mouth descended on hers. I kissed her hard, plunging my tongue into her waiting mouth. I had every intention of moving things to the bedroom, but she moaned, and it was so goddamn sexy that I wondered if I would make it that far.

Frankie kissed like she did everything—no holding back, no compromises. She tangled her fingers in my hair and hung on tight. I palmed one of her breasts, flicking her nipple through the fabric of her t-shirt.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” I murmured against her mouth. “Naughty girl.”

“It got wet.”

I chuckled and nipped her bottom lip. “Whatever you say.”

Frankie opened her mouth to complain but I pinched her nipple, and a moan came out instead. She was putty in my hands, just like I always thought she would be. I slid my hand under her shirt and squeezed one of her fleshy globes as I ground my bulge against her.

Frankie’s hands moved down my back. She scratched a path to the base of my spine, and a shiver ran through me. I wanted her hands everywhere. My ass. My chest. Wrapped around my swollen rod. There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for this woman at that moment if she asked.

I kissed down her neck as my hand skimmed her belly and found the button on her jeans. Frankie arched up toward me like a purring cat. My head spun. It was taking everything in me not to rip her clothes off and toss her over the back of the couch for a quick, wild fuck, but I wanted to make this sensational for her. If I never got to feel this woman’s hands on me again, I wanted to make sure she remembered mine.

My fingers dove into her heat and Frankie’s nails dug into the muscles of my back. I growled against her neck, so turned on I thought my cock might bust out of my jeans. She was hot and amazingly wet. Her silky folds parted for me like butter, and I drew circles around her clit that made her breaths turn ragged.

I backed away just far enough that I could pull her shirt off. She had amazing breasts, but that was no surprise. Soft and round, with dusky nipples that made my mouth water just looking at them. I took one into my mouth and began to suck, sliding one finger into her sex.

“Oh my god,” Frankie moaned. “That feels amazing.”

“You feel amazing,” I said, letting her nipple fall from my mouth. Her breast bounced enticingly. “You’re slick and ready for me. It’s so fucking hot.”

Her eyes, half-lidded and dark with want, found mine. Knowing her, she was probably about to say something snarky. I didn’t give her the chance. I grinned and pressed another finger inside, twisting until my fingers rubbed against her g-spot. Frankie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she mewed with pleasure.

The feeling of urgency returned, and I shoved my face between her breasts, biting and sucking her ripe flesh as I pleasured her with my hand.

Frankie surrendered herself to me completely. She whimpered and shook as I pushed her relentlessly. I wanted to see her undone. Shattered. I wanted her to find heaven now because when I finally got inside of her, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back. All my fantasies of this moment didn’t even touch on how charged I felt when the real thing happened, like a direct surge of electricity was running from her pussy to my balls. She might not know how badly I wanted her, but I was going to show her.

Frankie’s moans grew, and her face contorted with ecstasy. I could tell she was close. I worked her other nipple, sucking in time with my probing fingers. A little longer and I’d have her.

“You’re so sexy Frankie,” I growled. “Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. Show me how good I make you feel.”

She mumbled a litany of curses, and I rubbed faster on her clit. Frankie began to thrust against my hand. I let her control the pace, riding my fingers to her climax. She opened her mouth in a wordless scream, those pillowy lips forming a perfect O, and then her whole body convulsed. She cried out and it was music to my ears. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, sending a hot shiver through me as I imagined her cumming like that on my cock.

I rewarded her with a firm kiss on the mouth, and through her panting breaths, Frankie made her first demand of the evening.

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

I groaned. “God, you have no fucking idea.”

Frankie pulled my shirt off and ran her fingers down my chest and abs. I stopped her before she reached the button of my pants. If she touched me now, that would be it. She would end up with carpet burns on her face. Ignoring the confusion on her face, I pulled Frankie to her feet and grabbed her chin in my hand, looking her square in the eye.

“I want you to go to the master suite,” I said. “Take your clothes off and lie down on the bed.”

She licked her lips and nodded, then was off without another word. I made a pit stop in my room first, grabbing a condom from the box Garrick had jokingly bestowed on me. Hell, maybe it hadn’t been a joke at all.

I stripped off on my way to the master suite, meat throbbing at the thought of Frankie waiting in there for me.

Like a fantasy come to life, she was lying on the covers when I came into the room, legs spread to show off her pink, juicy pussy. I stopped dead in my tracks and something like a groan escaped my lips. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me.

“You are ripped,” she observed. Her eyes dipped below my waist, and I watched her eyebrows shoot up.

I loved watching women react to the sight of my cock. Though not aggressively long, it was thick with a bulging pink head that never failed to satisfy. As beautiful as my dick was, though, Frankie was miles prettier. Her curvy form was a smorgasbord for the eyes. Flaring hips. Thick thighs. Supple breasts. She was everything I’d ever hoped for.

“You are gorgeous,” I said, imitating the way she’d complimented me. “I always knew you had a tight body underneath those pencil skirts of yours.”

I climbed onto the bed on my knees and rolled the condom over my length. Frankie watched me, swallowing.

The sight of Frankie spread out before me like this, a curtain of dark hair fanning the pillow, was something I never wanted to forget. The image would keep me going for weeks. There were so many things I wanted to do to her, and I only wished I had the time. I wanted to wrap those shapely thighs around my head and feast on her, wanted to fuck her slow, fast, hard, and soft and everything in between. At that moment, no other woman would do. It was Frankie and only Frankie, and my lust for her seared deep into my skin like a brand.

“You ready, sweetheart?” I asked.

Frankie nodded. Her expression turned fierce. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Oh, would I ever.

I dug my fingers into the flesh of her hips and pulled her down the bed, flinging her legs over my shoulders and plunging inside in one smooth thrust. Frankie moaned. The hair on my head stood on end. For a moment, I blanked right out of existence.

Frankie felt divine. It was like her body was built for my cock, her canal squeezing me all the way to the base. I pulled out and thrust in again. And again. Before I knew it, I was pistoning in and out of her with so much intensity that the bed shook. Her breasts jiggled frantically beneath me. She grasped one in each hand and squeezed them together, and a tendril of liquid fire licked my balls.

Frankie was beautiful. She’d always been beautiful—but she’d never been so sexy. Her lips swollen from kissing. Her pupils dilated. Her cheeks kissed with fire. It was everything I could do not to cum in those first few thrusts, but the thought of how good she would feel clamping down on my cock as she spun into the abyss was enough to keep me going. I reached between us and rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb, and she cried out in rapture, tossing her head back against the blankets and squeezing her tits even harder.

I bent over and kissed her between rasping breaths. Our bodies found a rhythm together as our tongues and lips mingled and fought for dominance. Frankie raked her nails down my back, then grabbed the firm muscles of my ass and squeezed, pulling me in tighter.

I wouldn’t last much longer. Frankie bit down on my lower lip, and a growl rumbled in my throat. She felt so good. She tasted so good. Pleasure churned in the pit of my stomach, and I rammed into her harder and harder. Frankie whimpered. Her mouth fell open.

I rubbed faster on her clit, and she thrust up against me. We became wild, primal beasts with no capacity for speech or civility, thinking only of our manic pleasure. Sweat prickled my brow and I sank my teeth into Frankie’s neck. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Frankie screamed and her pussy squeezed me in a vice-like grip. It was the most blissful feeling I’d ever experienced, and I immediately came, roaring against the skin of Frankie’s throat as one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had split me open. My mind went black. For one glorious moment, I was drifting in space, and the entire universe opened up for me.

I came back to earth with Frankie’s sweat-streaked body quivering beneath me. I opened my eyes and stared down at her, memorizing the bliss carved into her features. She was beautiful.

Frankie’s eyes drifted open and stared into mine. She cleared her throat. “Uh. Wow.”

“Uh, wow, indeed.” I chuckled and fell beside her, yanking off the condom and tossing it into the waste bin beside the bed.

Frankie began to roll to the edge of the bed, but I stopped her, threading my arms around her waist and hiking her back. “Where do you think you’re off to?”

I nuzzled into her neck and inhaled deeply. Her scent was an intoxicating mix of vanilla and female sweat.

“I figured we would—that is, we wouldn’t...” She stumbled over the words. “I don’t know...”

“Shh.” I trailed my fingers down her side, goosebumps forming in their wake. “Let’s go to sleep.”

She relaxed against me. “Okay.”

I smiled into her hair.

I couldn’t say what compelled me to do it—to fall asleep with her. I normally preferred to sleep alone, but whatever instinct had driven me to kiss her in the first place urged me to hold her now. I only hoped that when I woke in the morning I would be able to let her go.