Page 62 of Winning You
This beat the time that Lucas got to play with a baby Pomeranian puppy that was barely the size of a softball. It beat the time he got to shove his hands into a bin full of sesame seeds. It beat the first time he went to the beach and got to dig around in loose, damp sand.
Maybe it didn’t beat the feeling of being hugged by family when he was feeling his worst, but that was different.
And so was Frankie. He created a feeling in Lucas he didn’t know he could have. He was…hell. He was everything Lucas didn’t know he wanted.
And the thought of giving that up threatened to make him panic, so instead, he turned all the way on his back and pushed his fingers into Frankie’s hair. “I want you to suck me, but be careful because I’m not ready to come yet.”
Frankie’s hand gripped the side of Lucas’s hip, then curved around to cup his ass, squeezing gently. “Yes, princess.”
Lucas let out a rush of air. “Like when you say yes to me.”
“It’s damn near impossible not to,” Frankie murmured, and then he lifted up and away, and Lucas held himself still as he felt him shift. After a slow, heavy forever, warm lips brushed the space just above his belly button.
The kiss got wetter. Messier. Lingered a bit longer. Lucas’s legs bent at the knees, and then he let them fall to the sides, giving Frankie room to settle between them. The weight of him was glorious. Lucas could feel him everywhere. The heat of him, the scent of his soap from his shower, the lingering hints of coffee from his office…it all gathered into one unique fragrance that was Frankie.
It matched his cinnamon-rich voice and sugar-sweet way of touching Lucas that made him crave more.
“Want you,” he said. His hands found Frankie’s hair, and he indulged himself, feeling the glossy dark locks and the coarse greys. It was long enough to grip, but short enough that he could pull it through his fingers without hurting him.
“You’ve got me,” Frankie said, and then he gripped Lucas’s cock and gave a single tight stroke before fitting his lips around the head and sucking him down to the hilt. The sensation of it had Lucas’s toes curling into the sheets.
He couldn’t stop his hips from rising, from fucking forward, from chasing the orgasm he’d just said he didn’t want to have.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Too close,” he gasped.
Frankie pulled off immediately, squeezing the base of Lucas’s cock until the orgasm receded into a gentler thrumming need at the base of his spine. Lucas felt him dip his head, felt a kiss pressed to his wet shaft, then to the join in his hip, then to his heavy balls.
“Want me to stop?” Frankie asked after a beat.
Lucas bit his lip, then nodded. “Want the rest of what you promised me.”
Two fingers brushed up the crack of his ass and pulsed against his hole. “Here?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Or you can fuck me if you want,” Frankie said. He kissed Lucas’s thigh again. “I’m vers.”
“Vers—oh. You do both?”
“Mm. My preference is serving you.”
Not his partner. You, he’d said.Lucas.
His princess.
“I want to feel you inside me. I—I want to try it the other way too. But I don’t think I can now.”
Frankie chuckled, the cinnamon-sugar laugh rushing over Lucas’s body like intangible rain. “We have time, sweetness.”
They did, he supposed. From what Frankie had said earlier, they had as long as Lucas wanted. So…what if he wanted forever? His tongue ached from holding back the question, but it wasn’t the time. Not when he wasn’t sure whathewanted.
Not when he wasn’t sure of himself.
But he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t see forever with a man like this. Or, if he was being truthful, this exact man.
Lucas was drawn away from that thought spiral when he heard the click of a bottle cap. And then there was a touch against his ass with wet fingers. His thighs began to tremble asFrankie lifted one of his legs and pushed his knee toward his chest.
“Just like that, princess. Fuck, you’re perfect. You look so good like this.”
