Page 68 of Unwanted

Wanting to respect his boundaries, I knock on his bedroom door and wait to hear if he’s awake. When nothing but silence greets me, I press down on the handle and push open the door.

Smack bang in the middle of the bed, lying on his stomach with his head buried underneath a mountain of pillows, is Frankie.

Even with him fully clothed, my body’s response to him is palpable. My feet wanted to run to him, while my hands wanted to take their time committing every inch of him to memory.

Making my way to the bed, I raise a knee onto the mattress and crawl up the length of his body. Hovering on all fours, I shove the pillows off of him and lower my head to the nape of his neck, pressing my lips to his warm skin.

I kiss him. Again and again and again, till my mouth is below his ear.

“Welcome home,” I whisper.

Frankie groans, low and muffled, before he raises his arm and hooks it around my neck, keeping me close to him.

Lowering myself, I press the length of my body into his, completely covering him, and continue to kiss and lick where his shoulder meets his neck.

Still holding on to me, Frankie turns his head, his lips now searching for mine.

Desperate, I lock my mouth to his, needing him like I need air.

Whether it’s four years or four days in between kisses, it’s always too long. It’ll never feel like enough.

My body begins to grind into Frankie’s at the same time he raises his ass, trying to brush up against my straining cock.

I curl my hand around his waist and shove my hand down the waistband of his pants.

Understanding my intention, Frankie raises his hips off the bed and my fingers curl around his long, hard length.

“I want you in my mouth,” I growl.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Frankie pushes himself up against me, forcing me to move off him.

Sitting on my haunches, I watch him climb off the bed, pull his t-shirt over his head, and shuck his pants and underwear off, loving the way his stiff cock slaps against his skin.

He tips his chin up at me as he drags a fist up and down his length. “Now it’s your turn.”

“I can do that.” Smirking, I make an elaborate show of taking off my clothes and stroking my own cock. “Now where do you want me?”

“Get on the bed,” he orders.

Doing as I’m told, I prop the pillows against the headboard and rest my head and shoulders on them. Frankie climbs up after me, a leg on each side of my hips, his bobbing cock right in front of my face.

I try to reach for him, but he swats my hand away. “Wh—”

The words die on my lips as he turns himself around and bends over on all fours right in front of me.

“Fuck,” I breathe out. “Fuuuuck.”

The sight of his ass, the two divots at the base of his spine, and the strawberry-shaped birthmark on his left cheek, has my body vibrating with longing.

Unable to resist, I place my hands on him, squeezing and kneading his flesh. I stretch him open and curse at how much I want inside his hole.

He glances back at me, the same thought written all over his face.

“Not now,” I tell him. I lightly slap his ass before licking and sucking at the skin, my tongue and teeth working in tandem, having every intention of leaving a mark. “But soon.”

Pushing his thighs apart, I enjoy the view of his hard length jutting in the air, his balls low and heavy. Slipping a hand between his crease, I let my thumb find his hole and press on it, enjoying the way his whimper echoes around the room.

It was the most perfect view of him.

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