Chapter 23

Levi

“Frankie, what are you doing?”

Her hand rose and pressed against my shoulder, turning me until my back hit the wall. She looked up with burning eyes and pink cheeks and my cock stiffened.

“Shh.” She pressed a chaste kiss to my chest and a shudder rippled through me. “I don’t want anyone to hear us.”

Frankie started kissing down my stomach, igniting an inferno in my veins, and I thought I might topple over.

“Frankie, I don’t expect anything in return for those tickets.” I tried to grab her shoulders, my mind fighting my body, but Frankie twisted free and continued her downward path.

“I know,” she said between kisses, lips grazing the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Just shut up, would you?”

A growl rumbled in my throat. My cock throbbed against the tight cotton, aching to feel her touch. After a whole night of wanting her from a distance, I’d resigned myself to the fact that I’d be jacking off to the thought of Frankie tonight. Again. I never imagined she’d come slinking into my room in a pair of pajama shorts and a revealing tank top to satisfy me personally.

Frankie dropped to her knees and looked up at me, long black lashes framing the wondrous sea green of her eyes. Her pouting lips parted, and she licked them. I gritted my teeth.

Frankie leaned forward and rubbed her lips and nose along my covered shaft, fanning it with her hot breath. I groaned and clenched my fists at my side. My fantasy of seeing her take my cock between those swollen lips was finally coming true, but she was torturously slow about it. With Frankie, I’d expect nothing less, and I knew she’d make it worth it in the end.

Finally, she reached up and pulled down the waistband of my briefs, sliding the fabric down my legs until I stepped out of them at the ankle. My cock swung toward her face, a drop of precum glistening at the tip.

I was dizzy with how much I wanted her. It felt like my entire body pulsed with want. My vision narrowed to the sight of Frankie on her knees and nothing else. Nothing else mattered.

Frankie gripped the base of my shaft and squeezed, then brought the tip to her mouth and licked it. My knees quivered. She licked it again from the underside, then from the top. She kept licking, like my dick was a melting ice cream cone and she didn’t want to spill a drop, and my heart raced so fast I thought it might explode. She took teasing to another level, but just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she sucked the tip between her lips and went down the length of me in one swoop.

My legs nearly buckled. I leaned against the wall for support as Frankie began to suck me in earnest, bobbing up and down my shaft in long, smooth strokes like she’d never even heard of a gag reflex. She cupped my balls in her free hand and massaged them gently, sending sparks of electricity flooding through me. I was in fucking heaven.

I watched her expertly take me in, letting her hand fall from my shaft so she could suck me down to the base. She gagged a little but kept pushing.

Saliva dribbled down her lips, but she pushed further until her nose rested against my groin. She held me in her throat for a couple of seconds then pulled off, coughing and sputtering. She stroked my cock and then took me in again, picking up a smooth rhythm that left me weak in the knees. I wrapped her hair around my fist and guided her to the pace I wanted, and she was eager to comply. Frankie was a wet dream come to life. My wet dream.

Searing pleasure built between my thighs and I leaned my head against the wall, shaking. Frankie’s hot mouth never stopped for a second. She kept taking me deep, working me with her lips and tongue until my world threatened to implode. I squeezed my eyes shut.

“I’m gonna cum,” I rasped.

Frankie moaned. It vibrated along my shaft, right down to my balls. It felt so fucking good. My thighs tensed and my cock exploded with pleasure. Frankie swallowed down every drop, licking my shaft when it was over and kissing her way up my chest. I stayed against the wall, unable to move. Unable to think. Only the sight of Frankie reaching for the door handle spurred me to action.

I clamped my hand around her arm. “Where are you going?”

Frankie smiled. “Just accept the present, Levi.” She winked. “Don’t overthink it.”

Frankie tried to pull away, but I drew her to me, circling my arms around her back and staring into the depths of her eyes.

“I’m not finished with you,” I murmured.

Frankie gasped. Her eyes blazed with life.

I kissed her before she could say anything, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth and pulling her tight against my chest. She melted into me, sighing as I deepened the kiss.

I could hardly believe I’d made it a week without kissing Frankie’s soft, pliant mouth. She opened up for me like a flower and I dove in, raking my fingers through her hair to tip her head back and give me better access.

I pulled at the hem of her tank top and she lifted her arms to ease it off. She was braless underneath, her nipples puffy with want. I cupped her fleshy globes and squeezed. Frankie moaned quietly.

All the sordid thoughts I’d had about Frankie during dinner crept back in, stirring heat in my balls. It wouldn’t be long before I was hard again. I guided her to the bed and pulled down her pajama bottoms, revealing a hot pink thong underneath that I committed to memory.

I wasted no time in removing it and getting to work, my mouth covering her clit. Frankie bit into the pillow, not wanting to be overheard. I didn’t tell her that I’d had plenty of girls in here in high school and never once been overheard because it was cute to watch her try and stifle herself. She bucked and panted as I lapped at her with the flat of my tongue, loving the taste of her feminine juices. I sucked on her clit and she went wild. She dug her fingers into my hair and urged me closer, and I was going to give this woman everything I had.

I moved lower and licked her entrance. She squirmed, releasing a sexy whimper. I stiffened my tongue and started to fuck her with it, growing rock hard at the thought of my cock replacing it soon.

Frankie loved it. She moaned into the pillow, but it came out like a desperate cry. I could listen to her little noises all night, not touching her at all, and still get off on it. Her head thrashed against the pillow. I kissed up to her clit and sank a finger deep inside of her, curling it and tapping against her g-spot.

“Oh my god,” Frankie breathed. “Keep doing that!”

As my lady commanded, I lapped at her clit and fucked her slowly with my finger, adding another just as her body began to tense. Frankie’s hands bunched in the blankets and she arched up, giving me a great view of her tits. Her thighs shook. She looked so hot, so wild and undone. I wanted to remember her like this always.

Frankie fell back against the mattress, and her pussy squeezed my fingers. I kept going, riding through each wave of pleasure until I could tell she couldn’t take anymore.

I kissed the inside of each quivering thigh and worked my way up her stomach, over the swell of her tits, and to her perfect pouty lips. She smiled against my mouth.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Please.”

I found my wallet on the bed stand and swiped a condom from it, sitting back to roll it over my jutting length. Frankie bit her lip and watched with the satisfied smirk of a cat.

I covered her with my body and ran my teeth down her neck. She shivered. Lining myself up with her entrance, I began to push inside slowly. She was molten and tight, taking me in inch by inch. I kissed her throat and thrust in to the hilt.

I groaned. “Fuck baby. You feel so good.”

Frankie surprised me by grabbing my face and slamming her mouth against mine. It was a primal kiss, one built on burning lust and passion. I began to move inside of her, bringing our hips together over and over again and her tongue tangled with mine. Our bodies rolled together. Danced together. We moved in perfect harmony and I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.

Frankie pushed at my shoulder, and I rolled back, letting her take the reins. She rose above me like a sensual cobra, rolling her hips and taking me at her own pace. Her tits bounced above me. I reached for them, sinking my fingers into their softness. Frankie’s head fell back. She rode me with practiced ease.

I lay back and watched her work, admiring the soft curves of her body and the way her mouth fell open as her thrusts grew more erratic. She bent over me, breasts swinging pendulously, and began to bounce and shake on my cock. Her rasping breaths blew against my ear. I grabbed her hips and began to guide her in short, fast strokes.

Frankie fell forward, whispering curses into my shoulder, as her body came apart. She spasmed around my cock, and it felt so good that my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I twisted over and pressed her back against the mattress. She fell limply and I began to drive into her, balls tight against my body. Swirling magma stroked my insides, sending me into a frenzy. I buried my face in her neck and came with one final stroke.

I blacked out for a second, and when I came back to myself, Frankie was running her fingers along my back. The tender caress brought up shivers in the wake of her fingers. I sat up a little, pulling one hand to my lips and kissing her knuckles. Frankie giggled.

“You can act like such a gentleman sometimes.”

I chuckled. “Don’t ever confuse me for one.”

“I won’t.” She pulled her hand back and used it to urge me onto my back. I flopped over, expecting her to curl against my side, but Frankie sat up and started rooting around on the floor for her clothes.

“Hey, where are you going?”

Frankie glanced back at me, raising one of her brows. “Don’t tell me you’re still not finished with me.”

“I might be spent, but there’s no rush for you to leave.”

She shrugged and pulled on her tank top. “I think it would be best if I went back to my room.” Standing, she added, “This was the last time. We can’t do this anymore.”

“You were the one who came to me, sweetheart.”

Frankie pulled on her shorts, still facing away from me. I lamented the sight of her round ass disappearing.

“I know,” she said. “But I mean it. No more.”

Frankie disappeared without another word, without even a goodnight kiss. I lay on my bed, sweaty and confused. I should have probably felt relieved, because the last thing I wanted was to have some chick hanging onto me long after I had finished with her. The problem was I didn’t feel finished with Frankie. She was done with me though, and I would have to respect that. Even if I didn’t like it.

Exhausted, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.