Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

Jessica

I slam out of the building, frustrated, bumping into a girl who curls her lip at me and flounces off without so much as an excuse me, making me grit my teeth.

What the fuck is going on?!

I know most of the people at this school hate me, but this is becoming too fucking much. I don’t think I’ve ever ran into so many girls in my life. Yeah, I might be tall and my line of sight is off, but shit, I can damn well see where the fuck I’m going!

The most frustrating part is it almost feels like these bitches are throwing themselves at me from the sneak glares they’re giving me, and it’s pissing me off. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that I am already on the coach’s shit list and he’d damn well suspend me, I’d have slang all of them to the ground, but I need to keep my composure. I have to not only play in that game Friday. I need to start .

“?” I turn to see Frank standing there and all frustration dissipates as I run into his arms, uncaring who is watching. I missed him. Even though we woke up in the same house and we rode together to campus, I still missed him. However, I frown, noticing his temperature is boiling so much I have to step back.

“You’re burning up!” I step back and he waves it away.

“Yeah, but I’ll be fine, I…” he winces and my stomach drops. “I’ll be alright.”

“No you will not,” I take his arm and drag him over to where he parked. I try to put him in the passenger seat, but he flips me before I can touch the door handle, and places a kiss on my collar bone.

“Little baby, I don’t give a fuck how bad I’m feeling. I open the door for you. I cater, chauffeur, and service you . It will never be the other way around,” he growls adamantly and I frown, rolling my eyes.

“Frank you sound ri-damn-diculous, boy!” I muff his head, making him get out my way when he tries to kiss me again. “Get in the damn car,” I huff and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around me, pulling some sneaky shit by opening the door, picking me up, and setting me inside. “He—” He slams the door and goes around, getting into the driver’s side with a sigh.

“Baby, at least when we get home, put on something more comfortable,” I tell him even though I’m going to be sad to not see him looking so pretty. I’m not going to complain because he’s way too fine just dressed regular.

“Yeah, I will,” he says as he leans against the window, rolling it down after he starts the car. “It’s fucking hot though,” he grumbles, making me chuckle before he goes still as if he forgot that I was next to him. “I didn’t mea?—”

“Nah don’t switch up now, Mr. potty mouth,” I smirk and he quirks a brow.

“Mr. Potty mouth? Does that mean I get to eat your ass, ? Because if so, I’ll gladly be that.” My mouth drops open shook because who the fuck says shit like that but Frank ass?!

“Sir, you need to get better before you try to do anything with me. And don’t forget you are banned from penetration this week, so don’t start no shit,” I glare in warning at him and he kisses his teeth, grumbling, going back to looking at the road and I chuckle at his ridiculous ass.

I know dudes like sex, but is it normal for them to like it as much as Frank? I’d think this man is a high-key sex addict if it weren’t for him being on his somewhat best behavior while we were friends.

When we get to the house, he grabs my bag. I wait for him to open the door for me because Lord knows he’ll have a conniption if I so much as touch a door handle.

I go to grab my bookbag from him but he, as always, swats my hand then kisses it. He really be doing too much but I digress.

As we make our way quietly to the house, I can’t help but notice he looks a bit out of it. Sluggish even.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay? Yo?—”

“I’m fine, little baby. Don’t worry. You go upstairs and shower. I’ll shower downstairs…” he grumbles at the last part, making me feel bad. Damn… he really is broken up about this no sex shit, huh? Well, to be fair, it’s not like I’m not upset about it, but I guess because of my celibacy I have a bit more control over my emotions.

Even though I want to jump him… I know I can’t. Plus, knowing Frank, if I give him an inch, his ass will damn well take a mile!

“Okay, I’ll do that, but I want to make you something good to help you feel better,” I tell him as we get to the door and he smirks.

“Pussy, … there is no greater meal you can serve me than this,” he says as he pulls me into his arms, cupping my coochie, gently moving his hands so expertly I nearly shudder and cum.

“B-behave!” I pull out of his arms, letting out a deep breath because I’m already wet from just that.

“Fine, but don’t worry about making me something,” he tells me as he follows me upstairs, setting my bag in the primary room. “I’ll order us dinner. Do you have something in mind that you might like?” He cracks his neck, rolling his shoulder as if in pain.

“No, I’m not picky but… uhm… is your back hurting too?” I frown, and he cracks it once more, smiling.

“No, I’m fine.” He kisses me, going over to the door. “You go on and shower. I’ll order our dinner, and I’ll be back up after my shower.”

“O-okay, if you say so,” I watch him leave, wondering if I should call him back, but with Frank, it’s no use. He’s not going to let me lift a finger to help him. I guess I’ll have to force it then.

I square my shoulders and nod, determined to make his busy ass sit down somewhere and let me care for him, especially since I’ll be gone from tomorrow night to Saturday morning. Usually we leave out on Thursdays, but since we’re going all the way to California and we’re playing one of the top schools, I want to give him all I can today.

I sigh, taking off my shirt, a bit preoccupied because I want to invite him to my game. I know my parents won’t be there and there’s a slim chance that Fay will be, since she’s finally moved down, but I don’t know for sure. All I know is it would make my day to see Frank in the stands. But I know he’s sick. I don’t want to force him into doing something when he’s unwell.

I know Frank. If I ask, he’ll go hard, fighting tooth and nail to make it possible so… I just need to make it possible! If he’s better, I won’t feel guilty asking. Yeah! That’s what I’ll do! What can I do to make him better quicker?.. Well he already told me… but damn… I can’t. He’s way too big!

Ugghhhh, why is this damn task already so damn daunting?