Page 39 of Complications

My truthfulness was rewarded when Frankie’s hand returned to my cock and slowly stroked it up and down. His thumb spread the precum gathered at the tip, and I basked in having his hands on me again. He touched me like he was trying to memorize my skin. It wasn’t rushed and hurried, but it was slow like a second cup of coffee. His hands were the perfect combination of firm and gentle.

“When you’re honest, you get what you want,” Frankie said before replacing his fingers with his mouth.

He sucked the head into his mouth and used his tongue to tease the slit at the top. His hands dropped to my hips and kept me firmly anchored to the bed. The long fingers I was obsessed with dug into the skin along my hipbones.

I hoped he left bruises in the shape of his fingerprints, but I’d never admit that in public.

In my head?

Fuck yes. Mark me.

“Baby, you’re going to keep still, and if we’re careful, it’ll all work out.”

I gurgled something that I intended to sound like yes. Words weren’t possible while Frankie was sucking my dick. His mouth moved over me like he was fucking delighted to be there. His tongue managed to swirl and swipe down the shaft while sucking me.

With my good hand, I threaded my fingers through his hair and tightened them at the roots. His moan in satisfaction spread warmth through my insides, quickly followed by shards of need that pulsed over and over. Each one sent me closer and closer to dropping over the edge.

Slowly and firmly, he took me deeper into his mouth. Every time I thrust forward, Frankie pulled back. His tongue circled my shaft while his fingers anchored me. Between the two sensations, it may have broken my brain.

It was all too much, but eventually, I gave in and let myself float away and just enjoy the moment without thinking of anything from our past. In this cabin, in this bed, I was wrapped up with the boy who made me forget anyone who came before him. Frankie explored every inch of me like I was a specimen headed for a museum. Each pull left me more desperate, but I knew I was in his hands, and I was going to be okay with that, even if it killed me.

And it might.

“Frankie, I need more… Damn, I need to feel you in me.” I tried to reach for Frankie, but he swatted my hand away and wouldn’t let me.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” The desperation was clear in my voice, but I was long past the point of caring about that. I needed to know what it felt like to be fully and completely possessed by Frankie. “Just let me help…” I groaned.

“No, because you aren’t going to move.” Out of nowhere, Frankie produced a small tube of lube. With expert fingers, he flicked open the lid and drizzled a path down my taint before blocking it at my puckered hole. Thank God, his other hand still anchored me because I almost shot to the ceiling. “You’re going to be a sweet little pillow princess tonight, and I’m gonna fuck you like one.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I gasped.

He pushed the tip of his finger in me, and I already knew I’d be embarrassed tomorrow morning with how quick I came. Fuck it. That was tomorrow. Tonight, it was just him and me, and a satisfaction that’d been a long time coming.

“It means.” Frankie paused to slide his finger deeper. I panted through the intrusion and tried desperately to keep myself still so he wouldn’t stop. “I’m gonna fuck you slow and easy.”

Frankie moved to kneel between my legs and positioned my feet flat on either side of his hips before gently scooting up so my ass was cradled at the juncture of his thighs.

“Holy fuck, you’re naked,” I said in wonder.

It was like my brain only had so much bandwidth and that vital piece of information had somehow not made the cut. Frankie chuckled softly but didn’t stop what he was doing. He carefully slid his finger in and out of my hole while I felt his cock swollen and hard beneath my ass.

“More…want more…”

As much as I wanted to grind myself against him, I kept still so he wouldn’t stop. The angle he held me at caused no pressure on my shoulder, and I didn’t want him to stop touching me. The fucker had me well and truly trapped. Asshole.

“This okay?” Frankie murmured as he pushed another finger inside me.

The ring of muscle around my pucker protested before it relaxed to allow him to smoothly enter me. Wave after wave of need and want collided. Pretending that I wanted, or had, any control over this felt pointless. Every part of me had been turned over to Frankie, and there wasn’t an ounce of regret in this bed with us because I’d never felt like this. And I was sure as shit wasn’t going to think about the why of that.

Rather than answer, I groaned and ground into his twitching cock underneath me. His steady rhythm loosened me until his scissored fingers brushed against the magic spot that was going to drive me mad. When Frankie paused to drizzle more lube, I whined like the needy, desperate man I was.

“Shhh, baby, I gotta lu— Oh, fuck me,” Frankie groaned.

“I will fucking murder you myself if you stop,” I managed to huff out. “You’re a dead man fucking.”

“For someone flat on their back and bare-ass naked, you talk a lot of shit,” Frankie said dryly. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t care….” The whine in my voice might have been embarrassing for someone with more pride than I had left. Luckily for me, it wasn’t a problem anymore. “Fuck me…”