Page 90 of Winning You
Lucas sucked in a breath and licked his lips. “What else?”
“I can feel you too,” Frankie said. His hand was gone for a moment, and then Lucas heard it. The tiny snick of the lube cap. Frankie’s fingers didn’t return. No, it was something thicker. Harder. Rubber in the shape of a cock. The head pushed againsthis hole and stretched just enough to make it burn. Just enough to take the first inch. And then he stopped.
It was fucking glorious torment.
“M-more,” he begged.
“I will. But I know you can be patient for me, princess. I know you can wait, because it’ll be worth it.”
“Hnng,” Lucas whined.
Frankie breathed out softly, the ghost of his exhale brushing along Lucas’s jaw. He smelled like mint.
“What do I feel like?” Lucas asked him.
Frankie was silent for a very long time, and then suddenly he pushed hard, and the dildo slid all the way inside him, immediately grazing his prostate. He gasped, his back arching as Frankie began to fuck him in earnest with it.
Lucas cried out as his thighs began to shake, and Frankie’s free hand curled around his cock, jacking him with the same rhythm. He was going to spill. He was going to give up all sense of control.
But he wanted his answer.
“Frankie. What do I feel like?”
Frankie surged in and nosed his jaw, then took his mouth in a heavy, wet, powerful kiss. He angled the dildo again, fucking him fast and hard. Lucas was losing all control, and he was only barely aware of words spoken between them because he was coming.
But Frankie was speaking. “You feel like home, princess. Like you aremyhome.”
Lucas passed out. Or, at least, he thought he did. He’d never actually fainted in his life, and he’d always wondered what itwould be like as a blind person. Gage had described it once—his vision going white around the corners, like a giant light eating up everything he could see.
Then the next thing he knew, he was on the floor, and his dad was hovering over him, taking his pulse.
Lucas imagined it would be like waking up from a dream, and that’s kind of what this felt like. Everything was surreal. Frankie was still pressed against him, and there was a pool of wet, cooling come on his stomach. His cock was soft against his thigh, and his ass was tender and empty.
How long had he been out? And had Frankie noticed?
“Are you with me now, sweetheart?”
Lucas’s dry tongue darted out and attempted to wet his lips. “I…think that was a lot.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I—it’s…” He was struggling with words. But there were three floating around, and he knew they could either make this moment what it should be, or they could destroy everything.
Lucas had always been fairly risk averse. He couldn’t help it. Risks for him were so often disastrous.
But he wasn’t afraid anymore.
He lifted one floppy hand, and it took him a moment to find Frankie’s cheek. It was warm against his palm and rough from his hair, though his skin was so soft just above his beard line. He was so fucking beautiful.
“Do most sighted people find you attractive?”
Frankie laughed. “God, I never thought I’d be asked that. Ah…some do. Does it matter?”
“Not even a little bit,” Lucas told him. “Just want to know how many people I’m going to be fist-fighting for the next forever.”
Frankie’s exhale had a tremble to it. “Forever, huh?”
Lucas bit his lower lip, then let it go. “I’m…fuck. Okay.” He took a deep breath and leapt. “I’m in love with you.”
