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My knuckles pressed against the warm skin of his inner thighs. I had my finger lodged deep inside him before he’d said my name. On fire now, and with a sense of entitlement, a sense of ownership over him, I wrapped a hand around his throat, forcing my way into his mouth and eating his cries. “Like that?” I asked, working his prostate and taking his mouth again. The way his ass sucked on my finger as he jerked himself off harder and faster was all the yes I needed.
His Adam’s apple bobbed below my palm, and feeling bold, I freed his neck to squeeze a thumb and forefinger between his jaw, forcing his mouth open and spitting straight into the back of it. Leland came on a shout, and I gobbled that up too.
His cum dribbled down his chest to the nest of short curls at his groin. I fell to my knees, ferreting through his pubic hair for what fell there, then sweeping the flat of my tongue from his navel to his chest. There were a few cum smears on his fingers, and I got that too before unzipping my pants and hauling my cock out.
The rush of hot cum exploded up my shaft, and I came all over the island’s white cabinets. Leland’s spread legs played goalie post.
“Sharing is caring, Franky,” Leland said as I tilted toward the streaks of cum with an open mouth.
I offered him a finger full, then selfishly ate the rest. “You greedy fucker,” he said, pushing me to my back before falling on top of me. He kissed me with the intention of stealing the morsel I hadn’t swallowed off my tongue yet. I held him tight, transferring what was left to him.
“You really do have a problem,” he said, stroking my hair, staring into my eyes with an expression that should have scared me, an expression that probably would after this moment passed.
“Yeah, I do,” I agreed, not sure we were talking about the same problem, because I was looking at mine.
Chapter 13
Leland
Outside of Noon slipping into bed with me when in the mood to piss me off, I’d spent my entire adult life actively avoiding sharing a bed with anyone, then Franky came along and made it so I couldn’t sleep without him.
That should’ve terrified me—and most nights it did, but tonight when I woke up to his cold, empty side of the bed, I wanted nothing more than to have him returned to me, wanted nothing more than the feel of his broad back nestled into my chest, because big, bad, Franky had a thing for being the little spoon.
He’d said it was a new phenomenon he couldn’t quite grasp. I said it was because he’d always had to be the one to protect, but here, safe with me, he now got to be the one protected. He kissed me breathless for that.
A cool breeze pebbled my skin beneath the thin sheet covering me. I rolled to my side, turning on the lamp to confirm the balcony doors were open. I knew where I’d find Franky.
I kicked out of the sheets, first snatching my t-shirt from the floor, but it’d been shredded beyond repair by Franky’s urgent hands. I tried my underwear next, but he’d slammed me against the wall and tore a football sized hole into the back of those so he could get his cock inside of me.
Franky hadn’t kept his hands, or his dick, off or out of me ever since we were both well enough for him to do so. In the last forty-eight hours we’d done everything from hand jobs to blow jobs to finger fucking to fighting over cum.
He’d been more than familiar with the concept of sixty-nineing. It was obvious he’d had hands-on experience with it. I had to remind myself that being new to having sex with a man didn’t mean Franky wasn’t exceedingly proficient in the act of sex itself. He’d mastered the art of fucking, something that came with practice, a skill he’d had long before ever touching me.
Thinking about what that meant angered me in a way it shouldn’t have, in a way I’d promised myself it wouldn’t. But a fed ego kept the anger under control, and my ego fed off of knowing that although he’d without a doubt pleased others with his mastery, no one had ever truly pleased him. No one but me.
This will end, Leland.I’d begun mentally preparing myself for the end of this part of our relationship by repeating those words daily, and I did so now as I rounded the bed and exited the bedroom naked.
This will end, Leland.
The living room wall was partially open. We’d closed it before going to bed. Well, before Franky had rushed me up the stairs only to tear into me right outside the bedroom door.
“We were so close,”I’d said, face smashed against the drywall as he spit-shined his cock and launched it into me.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,”he’d said, his harsh breaths jabbing at my ear. He’d spun me around after, peeled my damaged underwear off and pitched one of my calves over his shoulder so he could fish his tongue inside my sticky hole.
He’d licked my cum from the inside of my underwear next, then ordered me onto the bed as he relaxed onto his knees, manipulating his cock, pleading for it to cooperate.“I need you one more time.”
“Can’t keep up, old man?”I’d taunted. That had done the trick.
Blinking out of those delicious memories, I folded my arms against the chill as I approached Franky near the dock.
He wore his black silk robe, the sash and lower half billowing behind him like a cape.
I hugged him from behind, and he exhaled deeply, melting into my touch. I took that to mean whatever was wrong with him, I’d made it better. I shot a warning down the line to my heart.This will end, Leland.
Franky pivoted to face me, jaw hardening in disapproval from my lack of clothing. “Do youwantto get sick again?” he asked. “It’s freezing out here.”
“So keep me warm, then,” I said sweetly, kissing the patch of salt and pepper stubble on his cheek. I looped my arms around his t-shirt clad back, and he wrapped the two ends of his robe around me.
