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Chapter Three
Frankie
“You look good,” I said, trying like hell to conceal my nervousness.
Goodwas the understatement of the century—more like fuckably perfect, the man who starred in my every secret fantasy, and the reason I wasn’t interested in anyone else. He could wear a burlap sack and I would still dream of how it caressed his muscles.
“I was . . . a little surprised to hear from you.”
Or at least that was what I planned to say, but I only got through “I was” before Clive’s lips landed on mine, hot and urgent. I couldn’t think, I just reacted, and wound my arms around his neck to pull him closer. I wanted more of him. I wanted everything. Whatever he was willing to give.
Just as suddenly, he broke the kiss and looked at me—really looked at me, his brown eyes boring into mine with such intensity that it almost made me look away.
“I was awful to you that night,” he said raggedly, his voice infused with genuine apology. “You deserved way better than that.”
I blinked in surprise as my fingertips scratched against the warm fabric of his t-shirt, feeling the solid muscles beneath. “No argument here.”
He was so much taller than me—six-four or so to my five-one, and it was nothing for him to scoop me up under my thighs and lift me up. I wound my legs around his waist and pressed my lips to his again, wiggling against the hard bulge that pressed insistently between my legs. He carried me easily across the big hotel room to the king bed, depositing me on the bedspread with heartbreaking gentleness as he crawled over me.
That big, muscular body surrounded me, trapped me, and I fucking loved it. His cock snuggled between my legs as he explored my ears and neck with his lips, tongue and teeth, and my pussy pulsed a little more with every hot, aggressive touch. I had tried to be with other men—God, had I ever tried—but none of them could ever measure up to this level of passion and desire that Clive so easily evoked.
I was barely aware as his big, warm hands slid up under my shirt and pulled it free, until he jerked the cups of my bra aside and delicately licked each hard nipple in a teasing, butterfly caress. I groaned and arched against him, desperate for more.
I wanted him everywhere.
“What do you want, Frankie?” he asked as he circled a shiny nipple with his index finger, the thick digit just barely brushing across the pink peak. “Do you want me to suck on these sweet, perfect tits? Maybe a little harder?”
“God, yes,” I breathed, loving his dirty talk.
I practically shrieked as he nipped the sensitive tip with his strong, white teeth. My jeans suddenly felt suffocatingly tight, and I squirmed restlessly as his other hand stroked my inner thigh, inching up slowly until he cupped me between my legs. Gently. Too gently. I moaned and rocked shamelessly against his hand, a desperate request for more, but he just chuckled against me and switched to the other nipple. He tortured me like that for what felt like a fucking hour, teasing my nipples while he unzipped my jeans and slid his hand into my panties with agonizing slowness.
We both groaned when his fingers easily slid through my slick heat.
“You are so fucking wet. Do you know how many times I jacked off while I thought about your soft little pussy snug around my cock?” he murmured against my breast as his index finger teased my throbbing clit. “It was a lot, Frankie. More than you could even imagine. I have a ton of stuff to work through right now.”
I thrust my hips against his too gently rubbing finger. “Same.”
He laughed as he withdrew his hand from between my legs and yanked my jeans and panties all the way down, until he freed my legs and I felt the cool rush of air on my weeping center. I reached behind me and released the clasp of my bra, then flung the offending scraps of lace to the floor.
And then I was completely bare in front of Clive. My fantasy and my heartbreak.
He moved away from me for a second to quickly shuck his worn t-shirt and sweatpants, but even as he pulled at his clothes, his eyes roved hungrily over my naked body. I was starving for him, too—I had never so much as seen him shirtless before, and I couldn’t resist rising to my knees to run a shaking hand down his firm chest and the hard ridges of his abdomen. A few tattoos decorated the muscled flesh—names and dates, a few animals, some flowers—beautiful and personal images that I had never seen. Over his heart—his big, beautiful heart—I saw Marcie’s name.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled those free, too, along with his boxer shorts. His thick cock sprang free—so breathtakingly hard and dark, shining on the tip with the proof of his lust. He was big and gorgeous everywhere, and I didn’t hesitate to lean forward and swirl my tongue around his fat, weeping crown.
“Oh, fuck, Frankie,” he ground out, his fingers tangling in my hair at the nape of my neck as he pushed his cock deeper. “Frankie.”
He groaned out his pleasure as he fed his dick into my eager mouth, then withdrew, before burying the length back into the wet warmth awaiting him. My fingers curved around his hips, exploring the defined slabs of muscle and the hard globes of his ass while he thrust shamelessly into my mouth as far as he could go.
I sucked him greedily, loving how he overwhelmed me and how I had him at my mercy.
I glanced up to see him gazing down at me with hooded eyes, a hot lust that I had never seen before simmering in his dark gaze. I hummed around his hard length and circled my fingers around his base while I worked every inch of him, all the while shifting restlessly on the bed as my pussy throbbed, aching and empty.
“You look so damn beautiful,” Clive said, his voice gravelly with his need. “I love watching you suck me like that.”
I pulled back and pressed a wet, suctioning kiss to his crown, then trailed my tongue lazily around the tip. “Is that so?” I murmured playfully.
He laughed and pushed me onto my back with a quick flex of one powerful arm, then muscled his way between my thighs, inching forward and spreading my legs until they dangled over his shoulders and he was eye-level with my wet core. He trailed a finger up and down my seam before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean, groaning at my taste.
