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Chapter Nine
Frankie
With the two-hour time difference between Minneapolis and Seattle, Clive usually waited for me to call him, but tonight, he had a work obligation. He would call me, he said. And it shouldn’t be too far off our usual schedule.
“God, this wait is killing me,” I groused impatiently to Pete as he clawed at my couch’s upholstery next to me. I winced at the damage to my Swedish flat-pack furniture and scratched him under his fluffy chin. He abandoned his destruction and leaned heavily against me, his loud purr echoing in my quiet apartment.
I know I had no right to be so impatient when Clive had a legitimate excuse, but I’d grown used to our nightly chats and I couldn’t wait to see his handsome face, and hear his deep, sexy voice. Even though we could only see one another through video, it was as close as I was going to get to being with him.
For now, and I treasured that time together.
“All right, Petey, let’s pick a movie,” I said with a sigh as I hauled him into my lap. “We’re just going to have to sit tight until—"
I didn’t even get my entire sentence out before a knock interrupted me, a quick rap against my solid wood door. I dropped Pete to the floor and flung my blanket to the side, rising from my couch to pad barefoot across my living room. As short as I was, I had to rise up on tiptoe to see through the peephole.
An undeniable thrill shot through me when I saw who it was. “Holy shit, Clive, don’t go anywhere,” I hollered through the door, my fingers shaking as I unhooked the chain and flipped the deadbolt and door lock.
I flung the door open and—there he was, in the flesh. He looked tired, but a wide, white smile gleamed through his neat beard and his eyes were alight with pleasure and excitement.
“How many locks do you need on one door, Francesca?” he teased as he shifted his bag to his other hand.
I wrapped my fingers in the collar of his shirt and yanked him over the threshold and into my living room. “My second brother is a cop and this was a compromise for him.”
He dropped his bag as soon as I pulled him in, and his lips landed on mine before I even had the door shut behind us. No gentle preamble, just a hot and hungry meeting of mouths. His tongue swept over the seam of my lips, seeking entry, and I sucked him in like I wanted to eat him alive.
It wasn’t completely inaccurate.
“Wait, I wanted to spend a few hours getting to know Pete,” he muttered against my lips as I started pushing him toward the bedroom.
I narrowed my gaze at him, noting the playful gleam in his eyes. “If you aren’t balls deep inside me in the next ten minutes, he sleeps in your spot and you get the couch,” I shot back.
Clive didn’t bother to respond, just bent down and flung me over his shoulder before marching resolutely toward the bedroom. One big, masculine hand slid up to land on my ass, pulling back to pop me with a quick, stinging swat. I shrieked in mock pain, even as my pussy creamed like a fucking waterfall.
After weeks of just long distance video chats, I was so ready for him, and desperate to feel him inside me.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” Clive said, his voice raspy with arousal as he set me down next to the bed. “I’m going to sit here and watch while you take off all your clothes. Then you’re going to come over here, sit down on this bed, spread your legs, and hold very fucking still while I eat your pussy until you scream. I haven’t tasted you in goddamn weeks, and I’m very hungry. Do you understand?”
“I…” I was so aroused that I could hardly form any words, so I just nodded, certain that my eyes were as wide as saucers and a light blush colored my usually golden skin. Rare for me, but Clive and this dominant side to him had that effect on me.
“Good.” Satisfied, he sat down on the bed while I stood back up to strip.
His enormous cock was so thick and hard that I could see it outlined against the fly of his jeans. I couldn’t take my eyes away while I pushed my sleep shorts over my hips with shaking fingers.
“Save the panties for last,” he growled as his fingers worked at his fly. “I want to take those off myself.”
My sweatshirt went next, the old Rainier College hoodie from Marcie. And then just a flimsy tank top with no bra. My breasts swayed with my movements as I pulled the tank top over my head and discarded it.
Down to just my little black panties, I stepped toward Clive. I loved his eyes on me, every flick of his dark, intense gaze as he devoured me. Committed me to memory the same way I memorized him. I looked down at his dick, free of its confines now and stretching tall and proud.
Licking my lips, I reached out toward his straining cock. “Can I…”
He lightly smacked my hand away before I could touch, then stood up. “No. I play first. Remember?”
The round muscles in his broad shoulders rolled and bunched as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, revealing the planes of his toned chest and abdomen. Decades of strength and discipline, and my whole body itched to touch and taste and feel him against me.
He shucked his pants and boxers after that, and then he was naked, his magnificent dick straining toward me as he caressed a breast with firm fingers. Callused from lifting weights, his skin rasped just slightly against mine and sent shudders through my body as he dragged his fingertips over my hard nipples, then leaned forward to taste each peak with his hot, exploring tongue. I gasped as he sucked on each tip, then grazed them with the edge of his teeth.
With a broad hand between my breasts, he steered me toward the bed and urged me into a reclining position, on my back with my legs dangling over the side. He draped them over his shoulders as he kneeled in front of me, then pressed his face to the front of my damp panties. Scenting me like a wild animal, then kissing my fabric-covered pussy with soft, reverent lips.
