Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He pushes his cock deep, and I throw my head back, calling out.
Before I know it, his mouth is against my neck, offering kisses and licks.
He takes my wrists and pulls my arms over my head, pinning me down in a way that feels so right. Feels like I’m all Frankie’s for him to do whatever he wants with me. And that’s what I want, too.
We work together, moving our bodies in synch as he fucks me good.
I feel this part of me that’s just pure, unfettered desire escaping, experiencing a freedom during sex I was never able to achieve with Peter, who I always felt judged by.
With Frankie, I can just enjoy myself.
We work our way through different positions, Frankie navigating me through the experience, helping me climb with the way he works that cock of his.
I’m so caught up in the moment, just lost in him, and he’s clearly feeling the same as he just has his way with me, taking advantage of my twinky body and how easily he can throw me around. I’m so absorbed in the sensations racing through me that I’m hardly aware of anything other than my nerves erupting with pleasure.
Soon, he’s lying under me, my body splayed out across his as he fucks me from underneath, that cock jamming into my prostate again and again.
I turn to see him, panting as sweat races down his forehead. He leans toward me. “Kiss me, Ev.”
And it takes some work to reach his lips, but when I do, I feel a rush pulsing through my body that rivals even the power of the sensation his cock stirs within me.
He wraps his arm around me and rubs my belly gently, reminding me of the rubs he gives me during our pup sessions together.
“Frankie,” I say as I start to reach for my cock, which by now is throbbing like I’m going to blow any second now. “I don’t know how much longer I can…”
I can’t even get those words out before my cock sprays across my abs.
I finally manage to grip my cock and jerk it, but it’s too late…I’m already covered in my own come.
Frankie rubs his hand through it. “Fuck, yeah, Ev,” he says. “Give me another kiss, Pup.”
I turn once again, and as I kiss him, he jerks about, opening his mouth for a moan, and between his movements and that deep, satisfied sound he makes, I know he’s coming inside the condom within me.
I love knowing that I gave this pleasure to Frankie…that I’m the one making him feel this good.
And that he’s the one making me feel this good.
I collapse on top of him, just lying stretched out, our bodies settling as we pant together.
I close my eyes, synching my breaths with his, just wanting to be one with Frankie right now.
Just wanting to enjoy what it feels like to have him inside me still.
20
Frankie
Christ, I can’t believe how much of a struggle it is to catch my breath.
Evan’s inhales match mine, his exhales too, as he lies on me, my hand traveling up and down his body as though the tips of my fingers are magnets and his skin is metal. I cup his ass, tease his crack, let my fingers make a much-needed journey across his skin.
“I’ve never…” he begins but doesn’t continue. He doesn’t have to.
“Yeah, I know. Me either.”
I don’t have to see his face to know he’s frowning. Evan sits up just enough to pull his face out of my neck, so I can see him. “You don’t have to say that. I know you’ve been with guys much more experienced than me.”
Fuck experience. Evan was pure desire. Lust and need in this whirlwind that took me places I’ve never gone before. “Have I ever lied to you?” I ask.
Evan shakes his head.
“They weren’t my best friend. They weren’t you. This was…different. I’m not saying that to make you feel good, and I’m not going to deny what this was either, so just stop and revel in the fact that you have a perfect fucking ass and, Christ, you know how to work it.”
He smiles, and I feel it in my chest like his happiness has a direct line to my heart. “You rocked my fucking world, Ev.”
Another smile. Goddamn, do they get to me.
“Thanks, Frankie. You did the same for me.”
“We’re gonna make a mess.” My dick’s softening, so I hold the condom as Evan eases off me. My cock slips out, and I immediately miss the warmth and tightness of his body.
I toss it into the trash can and then grab him, so we’re lying on the bed the right way.
“Aren’t we going to clean up?” he asks.
“Nope. Good sex is meant to be messy. I want to smell sweat and sex and come all night.”