Page 53 of Complications

Fuck, he was sexy.

“I’m tired, Jojo.”

He sounded resigned when he said it, but he moved into the room. His walk across the room was deliberate and slow. His jaw was clenched tight, and it made the muscle twitch a tiny bit.

“Go home then.”

“No.”

Frankie’s slow walk got him next to my bed, and I couldn’t just lie there watching him. With a sigh, I swung my legs around and forced myself upright. He immediately stepped between my spread knees and crowded close to me.

“I don’t want to do that.”

“What do you want then?”

Where the fuck the air in my lungs went was beyond me. I sounded fucking breathless, but I didn’t know how to fix it. Every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation of something I couldn’t find the words to name. The ache in my shoulder didn’t matter because Frankie was close enough for me to feel his heat.

When he dropped to his knees in front of me, I lost all ability to process anything except that this man was in front of me.

“You.” He said it so simply that whatever conversation I’d planned in my head disappeared into the fog. “That’s it. I’m tired of pretending it’s not. I’m tired of kicking myself because I should’ve stood my ground with my dad. And I want every bit of your stubborn, pain-in-the-ass self who doesn’t know when to quit for his own good and hogs the blankets.”

Fuck me.

There was no holding back at this point because I didn’t know how to control myself. Our mouths fused together, and it wasn’t pretty or gentle at all. It was rushed and messy, and we both battled for control of the kiss. Our tongues curved and danced and explored, but at some point, I gave in and let Frankie take the lead. When I did, the kiss softened and sweetened. Our desperation turned into want and need without the harder edge.

Frankie drew back and dropped soft kisses on my jawline and down my neck. The pulse point at the base of my throat beat a rapid drum, and he sucked the flesh into his mouth, which sent my heart rate skyrocketing. My sharp intake of breath sent a chuckle rumbling through his chest. I’m not someone who shivers, but fuck me if that man hadn’t sent shivers through my veins.

More gently than I’d ever expect from anyone, Frankie slipped his hands under my T-shirt and spread his fingers. He explored the grooves and ridges while I desperately tried to remember my name, where I was, and why I couldn’t want this. But none of that mattered because he pinched the tiny nubs of my nipples and my brain shut down completely. Frankie moved me like a doll when he maneuvered my shirt off before he sat back on his heels and observed me. It felt more like contemplation.

“Jojo, you’re so damn pretty.”

“The fuck I am.”

“Since I’m the one looking, I get to make the call.”

Frankie’s words were paired with him moving down from pinching my nipples and finding their way across the muscles of my stomach. Under his teasing touch, they tightened and trembled. I was barely breathing, but he hadn’t seemed to notice. He was too busy entertaining himself by watching me shake in front of him.

His unwavering gaze made me squirm, but it didn’t make him look away. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn’t want that either. Frankie had always been able to see right through me to all the bits I didn’t like, and it felt like he was silently cataloging them. The time and effort I’d spent making sure no one knew how long I’d been in love with him would soon be wasted.

“Stand up for me, Jojo,” Frankie ordered, and I obeyed.

His deft fingers pulled down my sweats, slipped them over my feet, and then returned to his place between my spread knees. His long fingers explored my thighs on their way to the juncture of my legs.

Breathing was already an effort, but my heart stopped too when Frankie dipped his head and slipped my cockhead into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip and dipped inside the slit.

“Fuck, Frankie,” I groaned.

His mouth on my dick made me forget whatever ache my shoulder still had. His tongue traced the vein that ran along the underside and teased that small bundle of nerves underneath the head.

I did my best to keep my injured shoulder still, but I threaded the fingers of my other hand through his hair and urged him farther onto my cock. Thankfully, Frankie obliged and slipped more of me into his mouth. Inch by inch, he swallowed me down. I felt the movement of his muscles enveloping my dick, and everything else faded away. Each tug set waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Whatever objection I thought I had to this was gone because all my brain cells were focused on trying to make this moment last. Frankie on his knees for me was nothing I’d ever imagined, and everything I’d ever wanted.

Frankie might be the one on his knees, but he was fully in control of everything that was happening. I was just along for the ride. He controlled the movement. He controlled the depth. He controlled whether I was going to find satisfaction, and somehow I knew it without a single word being spoken.

And once I surrendered to that, every sensation was magnified. Every touch felt more intense. Every brush of his fingers against my heavy balls sent excruciating pleasure through all the parts of me. His steady rhythm sent me higher and higher.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted as shockwaves rolled through me. I was closer and closer to losing all control. “I’m gonna…gonna…gonna…” I paused long enough to desperately gulp some air into my lungs.