Page 88 of Give Me What You Will

Frankie glanced up, his handsome face softening at the sight of him. He set his beer down and, without realizing what he was about to do, felt Frankie’s strong arm hook around his hips and drag him down onto the couch with him. He kissed him.

Sam released a sigh, fingers wrapping around Frankie’s shoulders, hanging on while his best friend hungrily took his time with his lips. He tasted of beer and male—of him.

He whimpered, already hardening, which Frankie felt and deepened the kiss.

“I like you in these sweatpants, Dr. Samuels. Easy access,” Frankie drawled against his lips, cupping a palm full of his rigid cock. “Damn, I bet your ass looks great in scrubs.”

“You’ve seen me in scrubs,” Sam teased, biting Frankie’s lower lip, which elicited the sexiest growl.

“Yeah, but I never really saw you, now did I?” he breathed, rubbing him up and down over the fabric of his thin sweatpants.

He shivered.

“You think you’ll cum for me like this?” Frankie husked.

“You’ll kill me if you do.”

“I’ve become fuckin’ addicted to watchin’ you cum. And you taste even better.”

Sam, deciding to tease him, tilted his head back, his eyes surveying him darkly. Frankie stilled, jaw clenching at the clear shift in his demeanor.

“You let me sleep, made me breakfast, let me feed you my cock, and now you’ve gotten us dinner. My good boy, takin’ care of me all day, and I have a feeling—all night, too.”

Frankie trembled, his breathing becoming erratic as he licked his lips at the tenting bulge of Sam’s cock between them.

“But good boys… listen,” Sam drawled hoarsely, dragging his cock out and baring the naked, hard flesh. “You can watch, but you can’t touch.”

Frankie’s fingers fisted painfully into Sam’s thighs. “Fuck you.”

This made him smile as he stroked his shaft from root to stem, fingering his slit, their eyes locked. And Frankie didn’t make a move to touch his dick—already obeying.

Heart racing at his compliance, he began to pant in excitement, the orgasm already building at his balls. “For being such a good boy…” he gasped out in a moan, riding his hand and loving how fucking primal Frankie was watching him, like a beast on the brink of snapping—of lunging forward, sitting on pins and needles, waiting for their owner’s release of them.

Frankie was his.

All his for the taking, to do whatever he fucking wanted, and damn, did that set a fire through his bloodstream and straight to his cock.

Leaking and moaning in front of him, Frankie let out a pained groan. “Fuck, baby—fuck, take off your shirt…” he hesitated before quickly adding, “Please.”

“What do you want to see?”

“Your fuckin’ titties—you cummin’ all over yourself like you did in the bar.”

He moaned, releasing himself long enough to pull off his shirt, and felt Frankie’s hands slither upward, cupping his balls. Unable to stop his body from reacting, he bucked forward and saw Frankie begin to greedily descend on his dick. Sam stopped him, fingers digging into his thick black hair and dragging him away, keeping him suspended a mere breath away from his leaking cock as he pumped himself.

Frankie let out a grunting whine, eyes black as night and pure fucking sin.

The orgasm slammed into his spine and ricocheted through his blood. His tip pulsated as he threw his head back, angling his spurting tip away from Frankie’s lips and climaxing on his stomach.

Frankie’s lips were wet and parted. The stark look of overt arousal was there and begging.

“Your reward,” Sam said in panted breaths as he glanced down at the cum on his stomach and released him.

Frankie was on him like a ravishing beast, hands on his waist, pinning him to the couch as he licked and sucked, tonguing up the cum and groaning. He felt his teeth scrape and his bruising kisses leave a trail down his abdomen as he grunted and clawed, more animal than man, and fuck… Sam couldn’t look away.

No one had ever wanted him this badly.

No one had ever wanted to possess him.