Chapter 7 #2
And once I surrendered to that, every sensation was magnified. Every touch felt more intense. Every brush of his fingers against my heavy balls sent excruciating pleasure through all the parts of me. His steady rhythm sent me higher and higher.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted as shockwaves rolled through me. I was closer and closer to losing all control. “I’m gonna…gonna…gonna…” I paused long enough to desperately gulp some air into my lungs.
I wasn’t sure if the dim light was the late-day sun or me losing consciousness, but as long as Frankie kept sucking my dick, it didn’t matter. I needed to come more than I needed oxygen.
I tried to pull off, but Frankie’s fingers anchored me to the bed.
He doubled his efforts, burying his nose in the curly hair at the base of my cock and swallowing around my dick.
There was nothing left for me to give. All I could do was allow myself to let go, and when I did, cum exploded from my cock and poured down Frankie’s throat.
He swallowed reflexively around me, not missing a single drop.
I panted through it and tried my best to keep my shoulder still. His fingers were steel tentacles, forcing me to remain still. It was still too much. All I could think about was being spent and that he was the one who had controlled me every step of the way to let me find it.
It made me think back to when we were kids, when he did the same thing. He always led. I followed. I griped and complained and bitched, but I followed because I was always happiest two steps behind him.
“Fuck, Frankie. I’m sorry…”
“Shut up, Jojo.”
As he spoke, Frankie got up from his knees, his throbbing dick directly in front of my face. He had put every bit of himself aside to make sure I was taken care of first, so with my good hand, I drew him closer and swallowed his cock down.
I didn’t ask permission or wait for his approval. It was there, it was dripping, and I wanted it. I needed him.
Frankie’s fingers found their way into my hair and gripped my scalp while he fucked my face, somehow also managing to keep my body absolutely still.
He used my mouth exactly how I wanted him to.
He plunged deep until the head of his cock was at the back of my throat and my tongue swirled around him.
I felt the warm steel sliding against my tongue, and every thrust reminded me that this was exactly what I wanted.
I didn’t know how I’d ever go back to not having it.
And goddamn it, I didn’t want to know what that would feel like.
I vaguely heard Frankie warn me that he was going to come, which spurred me to redouble my efforts and tighten the suction of my mouth.
Frankie’s rhythm became erratic until finally he surged forward, and I felt the first splash of cum hit the back of my throat.
Unlike him, I couldn’t swallow fast enough not to miss a few drops.
When he was fully spent, Frankie slipped his now-soft cock out of my mouth. His thumb swiped at a few droplets of cum on the side of my mouth and fed them to me. I wrapped my tongue around his thumb like it was his cock, and he closed his eyes and let the quiet overtake us.
Both of us were stretched to the point that I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it lying down. He instantly brushed his lips against mine. I could vaguely taste myself on them, and that alone was enough to make my spent cock try to rally.
“I’m not giving this up,” Frankie whispered against my lips. “Bitch all you want, but I am not giving you up again.”
“You can’t just decide.”
“It seems that I can because I did.”
“Why?”
“Because against my better judgment, I’ve been in love with you since we were fifteen, although you’ve been pissing me off a lot longer than that.”
Fuck me.
“Okay.”
And then he kissed me again, and I forgot I probably should’ve put up a bigger fight, but screw it. I wanted him to kiss me again.
“Love, hand me the French toast, please.”
Doc looked like he’d been up all night. One of our guys needed more practice on his dirt bike, so Doc spent the night putting him back together.
While Doc worked, Elio camped out in the hallway, making sure he had coffee, food, and whatever else he needed.
They didn’t seem to want to be far away from each other, so while Doc worked, Elio spent the night in the hallway making sure that anything he needed, he got.
But it seemed that no matter how tired they were, they always had time to make goddamn goo-goo eyes at each other.
“Christ, Doc, we’re trying to eat,” I said around a mouthful of pancake.
“That’s odd, Joey. I don’t recall asking your goddamn opinion on it,” Elio said.
Doc patted his hand and kissed his cheek while helping himself to the French toast.
“Frankie, you gotta do something to control your boy.”
Frankie ignored my snort at the description of being his boy and said, “I’ve been trying for years. It’s a work in progress.”
“Hey, asshole. I don’t actually like being described as a project.”
“If you don’t want to be described as a project, don’t be a project. It’s not that complicated. Here, have some bacon. It’ll make you less grumpy,” Frankie shrugged, then piled bacon on my plate, along with a few pieces of fruit.
“Is that actually possible?” Connor asked.
He propped his chin up on his fist and asked the question like it was the most serious one in the world. Matteo chuckled in the seat next to him, but he didn’t jump in to defend me either.
“I’m not grumpy.”
“You, my friend, are the goddamn definition of that,” Matteo said dryly.
He waved a careless hand in the direction of Frankie and me and asked, “How long has this been going on?”
“Like a week?” I answered.
“Since we were kids,” Frankie contradicted.
Doc and Elio gave each other a knowing look that made me want to punch one of them.
Probably Elio because I liked Doc more, but I let it slide because last night, Frankie had finally fucked me the way I’d been begging him to.
He said he’d been worried about my shoulder until Doc had given me a clean bill of health.
I finally got fucked into the mattress like I’d wanted to happen for years.
Fucking worth it.
“What’s that grin for?” Connor asked.
I knew he was going for innocent, but he failed miserably. The looks between him and Matteo were too obvious.
“Did you know it was possible to eat breakfast without being all fucking nosy?”
“Actually, I did not, and I don’t think it’s true. And since it’s Matteo’s house, I get to be right.”
“Are you seriously pulling rank on me?” I asked him.
“I am,” Connor said solemnly. “I absolutely am.”
“Well, ain’t that some shit,” I answered.
Frankie grabbed my hand, laced our fingers together, and rested them on my thigh. I knew my twitchiness was just nerves, but goddamn, I didn’t expect to make a debut quite like this in front of the entire family.
“I’ve made some decisions about what we’re doing for the next month.”
Matteo’s announcement came out of nowhere, but it grabbed everyone’s attention.
“We are going on vacation, and it’ll be easier on all of us if we figure out the logistics together.”
Matteo’s announcement sent Connor flying into his lap and draping a barrage of kisses over his entire face. Elio celebrated with a fist pump and some kind of strangled yell. Doc smiled indulgently at Elio but kept himself restrained.
“Not sure on the destination yet.”
“Once you know where you’re going, let me know, and I’ll start working on security,” Frankie said with a nod.
“Us? What about you?” Connor asked, with a glance between Frankie and Matteo. “You two are coming with us because there’s no way I’m putting up with Matteo by myself. He’ll want to do cultural stuff, and I’ll want to hang out on the beach drinking fruity shit.”
“I like fruity shit,” Elio interrupted.
“And what—”
I couldn’t finish my joke before Frankie kicked me under the table. It wasn’t my fault the jokes wrote themselves.
“What?”
“Behave.”
Fuck me, when he got all growly and shit, it was hot. Like seriously fucking hot.
“Or what?” I leaned over and whispered my question in his ear.
Frankie gently tilted my face and answered quietly, “Or I’ll take you home and show you how to behave.”
Well, hell, now I sported a chubby, and given the smirk from the asshole who was just whispering shit in my ear, he knew it too.
“What’s all that whispering about?” Doc called from the other end of the table.
Frankie straightened and answered smoothly, “I was just telling Jojo how much I love him.”
“Christ, Frankie, what the fuck?” I yelled. Yeah, sure, I loved him too, but I didn’t need to tell everyone about it. I just wanted to eat my breakfast.
“What? You should know I love you.”
“Yeah, I already know, but they don’t need to,” I said while gesturing to the group, who wasn’t even pretending not to be listening to the exchange. The tastefully wallpapered room suddenly felt claustrophobic and the polished table was a pretty trap.
“Joey, you can’t leave him hanging like that. You gotta tell him too,” Elio offered.
Doc was right there with him, and their matching smug smiles made me want to punch Elio and ask why Doc was picking up his bad habits.
“It seems like the polite thing to do,” Connor chimed in because, of course, he did.
Matteo stayed quiet, but he did a shit job of keeping a straight face.
“I hate you all.”
Frankie oozed patience, and that pissed me off. He didn’t even have the decency to needle, just waited. It was annoying.
Fuck that.
I turned to tell him off, but then he looked at me with those goddamn sexy brown eyes, and I forgot what I intended to say.
“I love you too.”
Thank you for reading the Complications Trilogy. I hope you fell in love with these morally gray men as much I did while writing them. If you’d like to read more books from me, check out my Almstead Island: Newcomers series. Book one is Will.