“I didn’t think you did.”
“It’s a lot. Working, trying to go to school, and figuring out everything else. I pay them rent, but nothing like what it would take to get my own place.” He doesn’t have to say that tuition isn’t cheap, and finding work when you’re young and don’t have a degree or experience is a real challenge.I know how many people we interview every time there’s an entry-level job opening at our firm, and that doesn’t even represent a tenth of the people who submit applications.
“I’m glad you found your way back to school.” It’s clear he’s smart and driven. I got the luxury of going to school and not focusing on anything else. I worked a few internships, but never because I needed the money. Even then, I frequently found myself tired. I can’t imagine what it’s like balancing that with a full-time job.
“Me, too.” He grins.
We enjoy the rest of the meal, making a good dent in the food we ordered, though there will be enough leftovers for another meal. One I’m looking forward to, which shouldn’tbe a surprise given my knowledge of Nick’s restaurants. Neither of us has room for dessert, so I pay the bill and steer us toward the car.
“I had a really nice time,” Frank says as I open his door.
“So did I.” Not that there was ever a doubt.
I lean in, giving him plenty of time to pull away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he rises onto his toes to be closer to my height.
Last time, the kiss came as a complete surprise. This time, I’m ready for him. It does nothing to prepare me for the way he gasps when our lips meet. I don’t intend for this to be anything but chaste. We’re in a strip mall parking lot, after all. Not romantic or private. It’s hard to keep it that way, especially with the lingering sweet and spicy taste on his tongue.
“Come back to my place?” I ask, hoping he’s as ready as I am to continue this part of the night.
“Yes. Please.”
Chapter Sixteen
FRANK
Is this really my life?Going home with Mr. Gorgeous? I’d ask someone to pinch me, but Matthias is the only other one here. I’m not sure how it works if I ask a figment of my imagination to pinch me. Probably messes with the laws of physics or something.
Plus, if this is my imagination, I’m happy to keep living in it. It’s better here than in my real life. Whatever sort of wild hallucination this is, I’ll keep it.
The anticipation is killing me as we pull into Matthias’s garage. I’ve been looking forward to this… well, since the first day I saw him. But since that first kiss a few days ago, I’ve been dreaming of all the ways I can get to know Matthias better. At least ninety percent of the options I’ve come up with involve us being naked.
We barely make it inside the house before I throw myself at him, which is becoming a bit of a habit, desperate to feel his body against mine again. Since that chaste kiss in the parking lot, my mind’s been running through a wealth ofdirty fantasies. It’s probably too much to ask for us to get through all of them tonight, but I’m happy to make a dent in the list.
I kiss him thoroughly, trying to convey everything I’m feeling, the thanks I have for the evening. Waiting even another minute to get my hands on him seems impossible.
Then Matthias pins me against the wall, moving my hands over my head and taking control. My back against the wall, neck craning to meet his mouth, I let him take over. The way he controls me is what I’ll be thinking about in my future jerk-off sessions for months. The way he lets me simply feel is intoxicating without needing to do anything. Which is good since he’s captured both my wrists, refusing to let me do anything other than take. My hips thrust forward as he pulls back, and I let out a low whine.
When we finally come up for air, I squeak out, “Bedroom?”
“Patience,” Matthias says. He must be crazy because I ran out of patience back at the restaurant. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Right now, what I need is to have his skin against mine. I’ve been dreaming of rubbing myself up against those thighs, and I’m so close to getting what I want.
Matthias seems to sense my need since he grabs my hand and pulls me up to his bedroom. This house is way too big. I might not have thought that before, but having to go around a corner, up a flight of stairs, and down a hall is way too much when I’m this riled up.
As soon as we’re in his room, he shuts the door and presses me up against it. I don’t know who he thinks is going to disturb us, but I’m happy to have him to myself. Matthias kisses me again, this time, more slowly. Despite the fire coursing through me, begging tospeed up, I let him set the pace. He rewards me by licking into my mouth, slow, deliberate strokes over my tongue that leave me panting. As he leans in, I can feel his hard cock against my stomach. It’s the thing that finally snaps my control.
“Can I?” I ask, pulling back and placing my hand on his zipper.
He stares at me for a second, his eyes boring into mine. “Anything you want,” he says.
That’s all the permission I need to sink to my knees. It’s a bit of a struggle to get his fly open with my hands shaking, but he helps me to get it open and pull his pants down around his thighs.
“Fuck, yes.” I mouth his cock through his briefs, inhaling his scent. I can’t wait to explore every inch of him, figure out exactly how to break down his strong exterior. It’ll be a challenge, but I’m up to the task. I think.
When I can’t stand the fabric between us any longer, I loop my fingers under his waistband. Before I pull, I glance up at him for a moment, waiting for permission to continue. He nods, and I tug his briefs down, letting his cock free.
Jesus. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful in my entire life. For a minute, I simply stare at it. He’s not overly long, but fuck he’s thick and leaking. I can imagine what he’ll feel like deep inside me. With a lot of prep because it’s been a while.
