Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
FRANKIE
The blood flowing through my veins thrummed and sparked my arousal. I sucked in slow, steadying breaths, willing my erection to ease. Stepping back from Calysta had been harder than I’d expected.
After I shut her car door, I walked backward toward mine. I gave her a quick wave, and she pulled away. “Sweet Lord,” I muttered, roughly shoving a hand through my hair.
Minutes had gone by, and I was already jonesing for another kiss—or merely more time with her. I hadn’t been this excited about a woman since…
“No comparing,” I muttered as I turned onto Main Street.
I drove the entire way home with a stupid grin splitting my face, replaying moments of our impromptu date and thinking of what we could do on our next one.
As I turned onto my street, my car announced a text from Calysta. I pressed the screen on my car, and a robotic voice read it.
Calysta: Made it home. Thanks again for the flowers and dinner. I had a really great time.
A couple of minutes later, I gathered my things and shut the garage door. My fingers itched to reply, but first I wanted to check in on Noelani. The lights inside the house were turned off. I quietly made my way to her room through the familiar darkness.
Noelani had fallen asleep at her desk with the light on, her trig book and notebook splayed open under her head. My heart swelled at her sleeping form.
“Noelani,” I whispered, not wanting to startle her awake. “Go to bed, sweetheart.” I rubbed circles on her back, and she stirred.
“Daddy? How’d it go?” she muttered as she blinked away the sleep.
“Really nice. Now let’s get you to bed.”
“Mmkay…”
Once I had her tucked in, I shut off her light and slipped out, the door softly clicking behind me. I double-checked all the doors were locked before heading for my room. Only then did I pull out my phone to reply to Calysta.
Frankie: Made it home too. Thanks for joining me tonight for dinner. I’d love to do it again sometime soon.
The message showed delivered but not read. I forced myself to set it aside so I could shower. Memories flashed through my mind as I did my best to hold onto each touch we’d shared and, finally, our explosive kiss.
My dick was hard and aching as I lathered myself.
Shutting my eyes, I pressed my hand to the cool tiles and wrapped my fingers around my length.
Each slow stroke reminded me of how her tongue had slid along mine.
I envisioned Calysta licking me from tip to root.
Her warm mouth replaced my hand as it slid up and down my shaft.
I could practically feel each suck and the shivers they’d send down to my balls.
I stroked my dick faster as the vivid image had me chasing an orgasm. My thumb teased the sensitive spot under the bulbous head of my cock on each upstroke. Within seconds, my balls drew up, and my toes curled against the shower’s tiled floor.
I imagined Calysta staring up at me from her knees and bit back a curse. A stream of cum spurted out and hit the tile as fantasy Calysta swallowed everything I had to give.
Steadying myself with one hand, I waited for my breaths to slow. If just the thought of her mouth on me produced that level of orgasm, I didn’t think I’d survive the real thing.
With the shower rinsed and my body dried, I padded to the dresser to find a pair of sweats. I tossed them on the end of the bed in case I needed to cover up during the night and slipped under my covers. The cool sheets felt marvelous against my bare skin.
I unlocked my phone and found another text from Calysta.
Calysta: Sorry, I was showering. I’d love to go out again as well. Maybe this time we plan ahead?
I groaned as images of a wet Calysta came to mind.
Frankie: Are you trying to test me? When would you like to go out?
Calysta: Test you? I have a thing tomorrow during the day, but I should be free in the evening… if that’s not too soon? I don’t want to sound desperate.
Frankie: Telling me you were showering is bringing ungentlemanly images to mind. And no, I would never think you were desperate. I was hoping you’d say tomorrow, but I didn’t want to come off as pushy.
Calysta: Oh…
Calysta: What sort of images?
I read her text three times as three dots formed and disappeared from her side. If I answered honestly, there would be no coming back. I didn’t want to creep her out either. I truly enjoyed her company, and I’d hate to send her scurrying from me.
Frankie: Darling, I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman!
Calysta: What if… What if I don’t want you to be?
I dropped the phone at my side and groaned.
Frankie: You… wet and naked under the spray of water…
Calysta: Oh… and what if I don’t live up to those images?
Before I made the conscious thought to press the call icon, I had the phone pressed to my ear as it started ringing.
“Frankie?” Her hesitant voice squeezed my heart.
“Darling, I need you to know that I’m physically attracted to you. Insanely attracted, so I’d like you to believe me when I say my imagination and whatever reality is will be one and the same.” I shook with frustration, wishing I could will her into seeing what I see.
“Honey, I’m not young. Things aren’t where they used to be, and—”
“And I’m sure I’ll love every inch of you.”
The line went quiet, and I forced myself to not say more, letting my words hang between us for another minute.
“I dye my hair,” Calysta blurted, as if she’d divulged a dirty secret.
“Okay, does it make you feel better to dye it?” I asked, putting my hand behind my head.
Calysta sighed. “It used to. Now it feels like another chore.”
“Then stop dying it.”
“I’ll look old, and Lord knows society looks at graying women differently than men.”
I thought of Noelani in thirty years, worrying about the same thing.
“Darling, with all due respect, fuck society. If dying your hair is making you unhappy, then stop. You are far from old, and I think you’re beautiful.
” The image of Calysta on her knees before me but with gray strands peppering her dark hair filled my mind, and I groaned.
“What?” she asked, the single word filled with worry.
I mentally kicked myself. “Graying hair won’t make me think otherwise.”
“You don’t know that.”
My chuckle was deep as I wrapped a hand around my erection. “I’ve got a great imagination, Calysta. Trust me, gray hair isn’t ruining the image floating around my mind right now.”
“And what image is that?” she asked, and I was sure I heard a huskiness that hadn’t been there a minute ago.
“Your mouth wrapped around my cock.”