Page 124 of Give Me What You Will

He did, and they hugged with Cali in the middle, who made sure to give both her daddies her excited licks as she eagerly squirmed in Frankie’s arms.

“I love you,” Frankie whispered, kissing him. “Thank you.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon with Cali, letting her explore the house, the backyard, and the garage, sniffing the tools and getting familiar with her new surroundings.

“I have a surprise for you, too,” Frankie said.

Sam had just finished setting up Cali’s bed in the corner of their room and led her to it. She plopped down on the oversized bed and promptly fell asleep. He chuckled.

“Yeah?” He asked and watched as Frankie peeled off his shirt, revealing his sexily furred chest and hard, rippling muscles.

Frankie’s hands hesitated at the bottom of his jeans, licking his lips nervously. “I was gonna surprise you tonight, but I don’t think I can wait.”

He frowned, wondering what surprise would make Frankie this nervous. He watched as Frankie’s fingers flicked open the top metal button of his jeans, revealing something soft and lacey.

Fuck.

Sam, overtaken with lust that ricocheted through his veins like a fucking firework, strode across the room and dropped to his knees, yanking Frankie’s jeans down to reveal black lace lingerie.

Jesus fuck.

He immediately pushed his face between Frankie’s legs, causing him to gasp and grab his head as Sam nipped hungrily over the silk covering his dick.

“Yeah, baby?” Frankie hummed, a delicious grunt escaping his chest.

He stroked his chin and lips over the silk, feeling the soft lace and the hardening cock. His blood thickened and his mind went utterly blank, feeling only this—only him.

He did this for him. He wanted to please him, and oh, he was thoroughly fucking pleased.

He listened to Frankie whimper above him as he tongued over the lace, gritting his teeth over the rigid outline of his dick. He wanted to spend the rest of his day right here, on his knees, worshipping his sex in silk. He grabbed Frankie’s jeans, shoving them off completely before roughly spinning him around and seeing the beautiful sight of olive colored ass cheeks and black lace. He moaned, and no longer able to contain himself, jumped to his feet, dragging Frankie to the bed and pushing him down on his stomach, ass up.

Frankie sighed out a weak laugh. “Fuck, baby. I think you like this.”

He grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them apart, and buried his face between them, which caused Frankie to immediately gasp and buck in response. He licked over his tight hole through the barrier of silk, feeling his lover tremble, and his own shaking hands grip harder on his cheeks, ruthlessly digging his tongue into him.

He needed more.

More. More. More.

Sam sat up, pulled the phone from his back pocket, and took a picture of his man just like this. Ass in black lace, looking so fucking good that he was seconds away from climaxing in his fucking jeans.

But he didn’t want to do that. He wanted to reward Frankie for this. He tossed the phone and yanked off his shirt and jeans, quickly returning to the bed, his cock throbbing as he shoved his hand over Frankie’s mouth.

“Spit.”

He did.

He proceeded to lube his aching cock with Frankie’s saliva, and with his free hand… smack his lacey ass before gripping it hard, leaving marks. Frankie shuddered beneath him, groaning into the bed.

He did it again and again. Slapping that tight ass, watching it bounce. All black silk and fleshy muscle.

“Fuuuuck…” he drawled, “You’ve never been fuckin’ sexier for me, baby.”

Frankie let out a whimpering moan this time, spreading his legs a little and arching his back, asking to be fucked. And oh, would he.