Page 57 of Unwanted

He presses his lips to my heart, and for a split second it forgets how to beat.

“God, I missed you,” he murmurs against my skin. He peppers kisses across the expanse of my chest, stopping and licking and teasing each nipple. Back and forth, again and again. “You’re beautiful.”

“Frankie,” I breathe, his small admissions showering me in heat. His hand wraps around my shaft and starts stroking. “Frankie. Fuck.”

Gripping the back of his head, I tug at his short hair, forcing him to look up at me. I slam my mouth down on his, thrusting my tongue between his lips.

He squeezes my cock, and I groan into his mouth.

“Faster,” I grunt. “Harder.”

I’d spent so long without sex, and now I was brazenly fucking his fist and racing to the finish line.

“Pull your dick out,” I demand, dragging my mouth off his. “I need to see you.”

I grip my own length and continue stroking as Frankie frantically fumbles over his own pants, pushing down his briefs and freeing his cock.

He’s long and hard, the head blush red, the tip glistening.

Grabbing us both, my length aside his, Frankie begins to jerk us off, hot skin against hot skin.

We’re both glancing down now, the sight too delectable to turn away.

It was a reminder of all the years together we’d missed and a heated, messy introduction to all the things that could now be ours to explore.

I wanted him in my hand, in my mouth, in my body.

I wanted it all.

And I wanted it all the time.

“So good,” he says. “You feel so good.”

Frankie’s hand moves faster, pre-come easing the glide, and every muscle in my body curves in on itself, waiting on my release.

“I need to come,” I rasp, surprised I’ve managed to hold out this long.

I drag my cock out of his hold and thrust into my own hand. “Kiss me.”

Frankie’s free hand grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him. His hold is feral and desperate as he sucks on my tongue, his need as palpable as my own.

Heat travels up my spine and my balls tighten as we ravage one another.

“Come,” Frankie groans. “I want to watch you come.”

His words pull the trigger and my orgasm washes over me, a combination of heat and electricity coursing through my veins.

Frankie pulls his mouth off mine and drops his gaze, watching as milky, white ropes of my come cover his hand and cock.

I want to beat at my own chest in possessive triumph at the sight of me marking him, and when Frankie rubs my release all over his length and brings himself to orgasm, I want to throw him over my shoulder, lock us both in a room, and do that over and over again.

Wordlessly, Frankie raises his hand to my face, the expectation loud and clear.

Grabbing his wrist, I cover two fingers with my mouth and suck. His eyes flare as I slowly lick and suck the taste of us off his skin.

As if we weren’t both sitting there, already spent, his eyes flare with invitation, and I find myself dropping his hand and capturing his lips with my own, kissing him with my whole heart.

Kissing him like I own him.

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