Page 49 of Winning You
His hand pressed against Lucas’s cheek, guiding him in. Then their lips touched. He kept it slow, holding it there, waiting for any sign that Lucas was ready for more.
“Okay,” Lucas whispered.
Frankie smudged their mouths together, then pulled back slightly. “Not your first kiss, was it?”
“Mm. No.” Lucas sounded a little far off, like he was slipping from the present moment. “But I haven’t been kissed a lot. And it’s never been good. Not like this.”
Frankie cupped Lucas’s chin, his eyes half-open, looking at the reflection of light off Lucas’s prosthetics. His eyelids were heavy and halfway closed. “Then let me kiss you properly.”
Lucas swallowed heavily and nodded, the movement sort of frantic. Frankie gripped him harder, then parted his lips and urged Lucas’s mouth open. He pushed his tongue in slowly, tasting him, feeling his warmth.
When Lucas whimpered, Frankie swallowed the noise down, lifting up gently and pressing Lucas into the pillows. “Fuck, you taste so good, princess.” Lucas’s hard cock was pressed against Frankie’s hip, and it jumped behind his pants. “You like that? You like being my princess?”
“Is it weird?” Lucas asked, his voice thready. He lifted his hands, brushing fingertips over Frankie’s jaw and neck. “Am I a freak who?—”
“No,” Frankie said, firm and swift. “You’re not a freak. You’re a fucking beautiful, bright, amazing man who should have been spoiled beyond all reason. And the fact that no one has seen that in you makes me want to undo reality and remake it again the way it should be.”
“Oh my god,” Lucas all but sobbed. He rocked his hips harder against Frankie’s side. “I’m so fucking horny right now. No one has ever…I don’t think I can…oh shit.”
Frankie recognized all the signs. The way Lucas was all pink in the cheeks, his breathing coming fast and shallow, his hands trembling, his dick throbbing harder. “Let me touch you. Let me make you come.”
“Please, please,” Lucas begged.
Frankie shoved his hand behind the waistband of Lucas’s sweats, pulling forward to grip his cock. Lucas let out a pained, desperate noise, his hips thrusting forward faster. “Oh god, look at you, princess.”
“Yeah? What do you see?” Lucas whispered, his voice sounding too strained to get any louder.
Frankie used his free hand, dragging a touch down Lucas’s jaw. “Desperation. Ecstasy. Joy.”
Lucas let out a pained laugh as his head fell back, and his hips rose and fell into the circle of Frankie’s fingers. “Fuck yes. I am so fucking happy. Your hands feel so good. I want more. Please, please give me more.”
Frankie surged in, shoving Lucas’s sweats down to his thighs before hovering over him. He stared for only a moment before gripping his cock again, stroking him so fast they could both hear the almost violent slapping sound of skin against skin.
“Uh uh, fuck,” Lucas groaned. “I’m…I’m gonna…”
“Yeah. Yes, princess. Come for me. Make a mess out of yourself.” Then he surged in and took him in a wet, desperate kiss. Their tongues danced, spit pooling in the corners of their mouths as Frankie all but dragged Lucas over the edge into a wild climax.
Frankie could hear the way Lucas’s breath stuttered in his chest, tight and wheezing, as his entire body went tense. His cock thickened, throbbed, then began to spill in hot ropes all over Lucas’s lower stomach.
It took Frankie a moment to regain his senses. He was rock hard and gently rubbing himself against Lucas’s hip as he forced his eyes open. Come was still dribbling from the tip of Lucas’s cock, which had started to soften just a bit. He stroked him once, twice, a third time before Lucas made a noise of discomfort, and he laid it to the side of the spill.
The younger man was flushed from neck to the tips of his ears, and his eyes were half-lidded, mouth parted gently as his breathing began to even out. When he didn’t move, Frankie felt a small surge of panic.
“You with me?”
“Mm.” Lucas tilted his head to the side to face him, a small smile playing at his lips. “Hi.”
Frankie laughed, the sound low in the back of his throat. He reached out and ran a touch over the side of Lucas’s neck. “Hi, princess.”
Lucas shivered. “I really like that. It makes me feel…” He bit his lip, then shrugged. “Special. Important.”
“Spoiled?”
Lucas snorted, and his hand reached out, searching the space between them before his fingers brushed against Frankie’s chest. He toyed with the fabric of his shirt. “Is that your thing? You like spoiling people?”
“I’ve never had the chance. Not like this,” Frankie admitted. He shifted closer, his dick still painfully hard, though he had no motivation to do anything about it right then. His arm was aching from how hard he’d jacked Lucas off, and he didn’t mind the sensation of holding off. He tangled their legs together, then dipped his head forward and kissed Lucas on the jaw. “It was nice. You’re so responsive.”
Lucas groaned and arched his back. “I didn’t know if I would like it. I wanted it. I used to have really intense sex dreams, and I found a lot of audio porn online. I think I drove my dad nuts with how often my door was locked when I was in high school.”
