Chapter 8 Frankie
Chapter eight
Frankie
Iwaited three days after rescuing Seth from his attacker before breaking into his apartment again. Those were the longest days of my life. I was a restless mess, caught somewhere between yearning and aching, needing to feel his skin beneath mine. I could barely keep my mind on my job.
All I wanted to do was get back to his apartment and be near him again. That first night, I only brought him to orgasm once before I lay beside him for the rest of the time, drinking in the sight of him.
The night after that, however, I wasn’t so tender.
I’ve always known something was messed up in my head, but suspecting and knowing are two different things.
The fact that I enjoy lying beside the prone form of Seth, sinking into his tight heat over and over while he does nothing but sigh and whimper.
Or just wrapping myself around him while I use him as my own personal cock warmer, my dick so hard that being enveloped in his ass is a sweet form of torture as I see how long I can go without moving.
That seems to confirm my suspicions on just how fucked up I am.
But my favorite part of all is stretching him.
Fuck, just thinking about sliding something inside of him and watching his hole grip the newest item has me popping a boner in seconds flat.
There’s just something about giving him pleasure, even when he’s unaware of it, that soothes me and fills me with something I can’t even describe in words.
Even my wolf is impatiently whining to get back beside Seth.
Well, inside him. Though I’ve yet to truly knot the boy, though my wolf wants it more than anything, and I’ve had to fight shifting on more than one occasion.
But if I knot him, I want him to be awake and aware of it.
I want him to know what is happening and who is breeding him. I want him to want it.
I press my palm hard against my dick as I lean against the alley wall. These were the wrong pants to wear tonight. There’s no breathing room and my dick feels like it’s getting strangled in the fabric.
Finally, Seth’s bedroom light turns off.
I wait another twenty minutes before I make my way into the apartment.
I take off my shoes and silently pad into his bedroom, stifling a groan at the view of Seth on his back.
He’s left a small lamp on, and the light paints his gloriously naked body in a warm yellow glow.
I reach out and run my hand down his leg, his smooth skin a balm against my rough palm. My gaze tracks over his body, taking in his near-perfection.
The bruising around his throat is almost gone, but I can still see the marks. Rage floods my system at the sight, but I tamp it down. It’s not the emotion I want to concentrate on. I came so close to losing him, and more than rage, I feel grateful that I had been there and was able to rescue him.
Instead of the rage, I concentrate on him. He has gentle curves with just the slightest muscle definition, and the dusting of hair on his chest draws me to the dark peaks of his nipples.
My hand follows my gaze, and I rub a thumb against one pec until the nipple turns stiff before moving to the other side.
When the only response I get is a soft sigh, I quickly remove my clothes before I crawl between his legs and lick along his soft cock. My hips thrust forward at the salty taste of him, my cock sliding against the cool sheets with just enough friction to have me closing my eyes in pleasure.
Lowering my mouth to him again, I lavish his cock with tiny licks before closing my lips around his tip and suckling. He gasps, his hips bucking, and I wrap my hands around his upper thighs to keep him from moving too much.
His meds keep him asleep for most of the night, so I love to just lie here and suckle on him gently until he’s hard and leaking against my tongue. Some night, it can take nearly ten minutes of stimulation. Sometimes, I wonder if the meds inhibit his ability to get hard, but it never puts me off.
In fact, this type of edging is far more satisfying for me. Being able to simply lie here with my head on his thigh, breathing in his scent as I suck on him brings me a sense of comfort I’ve never felt before.
A spurt of pre-cum breaks through my trance, and I blink open my eyes, surprised to find I’ve almost fallen asleep. Seth is hard against my lips, slick with my spit, and I don’t stop the grin as I caress the aching erection pointing towards his belly button.
I push myself up, running a hand through my short hair as my muddled brain comes back online. I frown down at my soft cock, somewhat offended that it decided to go to sleep as well.
Granted, it’s not that big of a deal. It just means I get to play around with my toy some more. That realization has my body tingling as I quietly head toward the kitchen.
I’ve made it a game of using various household items on Seth, watching his rim stretch and shrink as I fuck him. So far, my favorite items have been the handle of the hand exerciser, the razor handle, and a miniature bottle of hot sauce.
But now I want something more. I want to see how far I can stretch him while he sleeps.
My boy seems to really love vegetables, and I have quite a selection to choose from. I return to the bedroom with three; a carrot, a cucumber, and a bundle of leeks.
I find Seth curled up on his side, one hand tucked beneath his chin.
Kneeling on the bed, I place the produce beside him as I gently run my hand down his body.
He shudders, a low whine falling from his lips as my hand slides over the firm mounds of his ass.
I go further, fingers dragging along his crack and he thrusts his ass back when I tap his pucker.
Something warm unfurls in my chest as he buries his face against his pillow, his hips making small undulations so that he’s rubbing himself against my finger.
Well, I suppose I can’t leave him waiting.
Pulling the bottle of lube from my pocket, I squirt some onto my fingers before sliding them inside. He whines again as I slowly press into him, scissoring my fingers to stretch him. Pulling free after a few moments, I grab the first and smallest of the vegetables.
The carrot is a good five inches long and probably no wider than my pinky at the tip before widening to nearly an inch in diameter.
Lubing it until it’s slick, I lean down and gently spread his ass before notching the tip against his hole. I push it into him, watching in fascination as his rim widens and swallows it up. I fuck him with it, going deeper each time, until my fingers are hitting his ass.
The noises Seth makes have my dick going rock hard. His breathing is fast and shallow, and there’s a low moan with each exhale. It’s almost enough to make me blow my load, just from listening to him.
Pulling the carrot free, I toss it on the bed before gently rolling him onto his back. His dick slaps his stomach, leaving a wet patch of pre-cum on the fine trail of hair below his navel. That warmth in my chest flares at the sight. Knowing I’m turning him on, even in sleep, just does it for me.
I spread his legs wide, licking along the underside of his dick as I fumble for the second vegetable. The cucumber is long and narrow on one end, flaring into a bulbous middle before tapering to a rounded tip.
Lubing it up, I push it against his hole, my hips jerking as his rim flutters before opening wide and swallowing the cucumber. I fuck him again, watching in rapt attention as he stretches for me, his back arching as I press the flared middle portion harder against his rim.
With a grunt and a spurt of pre-cum, the flared section slides past his inner ring of muscle and I damn near come as his rim flutters around the neck of the vegetable. I go still, waiting to see what will happen.
Seth squirms on the bed, his hips making abortive thrusts, and I slowly push further, watching the last few inches disappear inside him.
I pull it back, stopping when the wider middle begins to stretch him open, before thrusting into him again.
He groans loudly, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as I continue fucking him.
His mind is still completely at the mercy of his meds, but his body is here, with me, experiencing pleasure like never before.
His soul is caught somewhere in between, his mind pulling him one way, his body pulling him another, and it’s an honor to witness.
Fuck, watching him come undone like this, completely unaware to what is happening, has my dick kicking against my belly. I squeeze the base of my shaft, desperate to hold off on my release, even though I can’t tear my gaze away from his ass and how wonderfully it can take the cucumber.
With a shout, Seth’s body goes stiff, cum spurting out to cover his stomach in thick ribbons of white. I gently fuck him through his orgasm before pulling the cucumber from him. He groans breathlessly, his rim stretching over the bulging vegetable.
“Fuck,” I moan, giving myself a slow stroke. I could honestly watch his gaping ass slowly close again and again and never tire of it. And as much as I want to slide myself inside him and chase my own release, I don’t want this to end.
Instead, I grab the large leek and lube it up. This is the longest of the vegetables I grabbed, but not the thickest. I want to try something with this one, and I can’t do that if it’s thicker than the others.
Seth’s ass is still gaping, so there’s no resistance as I slide the vegetable home. He shudders, still sensitive from the last orgasm, hips jerking as I push it until the little green leaves brush his balls.
I am so fucked up in the head.
This vision of him, the leafy fronds of the vegetable sticking out of his ass, has me practically hyperventilating. My dick kicks, pre-cum leaking from the tip like I’ve sprung a leak or something.
I need to come. Now.
Rolling him onto his side, I lift one leg and hook it over my shoulder. Grabbing my dick in a rough hand, I notch it against his produce-filled hole and push inside.
Holy shit!
Even though I have thoroughly fucked him, he’s still tight enough to strangle the head of my cock as I press forward. The leek is solid enough that the ribbed edges sliding along the underside of my dick have my balls drawing up to hug the base of my dick and my knot already preemptively filling.
I give shallow thrusts, sinking deeper each time until I’m flush against his ass.
I freeze as Seth arches, incoherent mumbles falling from his lips.
For a moment, I worry he’ll wake. That the spell will break and everything will fall apart, but he remains in the grasp of unconsciousness.
I knead his thigh, trailing my lips across every inch of skin on his leg that I can reach as I rock into him.
I’ve fucked a lot of people over the years, but this.
. . This is unlike anything I’ve felt. It’s forbidden, borderline taboo, but I can’t stop.
The tight heat of his ass has a death grip on my dick and combined with the rough drag of the produce against my balls, I don’t know how much longer I can last.
Seth writhes beneath me, his dick hard and leaking again, and I wrap my hand around it. He babbles, his hips arching into my touch as I stroke him. He’s hot against my palm, his nuts already drawn up against the base. I squeeze his shaft as I pump him slowly, matching the pace to my thrusts.
He shifts, his ass clenching tight as he cries out, another orgasm rolling through him and drenching my hand in his cum. I milk him through it until he’s whimpering, then collect as much of his cum as I can and rub it into the short curls around the base of my dick.
I don’t know why Ido that. Some possessive urge to have his scent mixing with mine, maybe? But I don’t care enough to stop and contemplate the reasons. It feels good, it feels right.
Readjusting my hold on his leg, I pump into him, chasing my own release as I stare down at his sleeping form.
I’m not going easy on him either, fucking into him hard enough to knock the headboard against the wall.
The sound carries me to my climax. I slow only long enough to reach down and wrap a fist around my knot, squeezing it roughly.
It’s enough for me to tumble over that cliff with him, the orgasm punching through me with such force that my vision goes white.
When I come to, I’m leaning over him, having dropped his leg to catch myself on my forearms to avoid crashing onto him. With a groan, I push myself up just enough so that Ican watch as my knot deflates and my dick softens as it slowly slides out of his body.
The leek is looking worse for wear, the stalks bruised and cracked, and I gently pull it free. Seth lets out a shaky breath before rolling over onto his stomach. I bite my lip on a groan as my cum leaks from his gaping hole and I gently lick it away.
I’ve gotten lucky so far, but not using protection and leaving obvious evidence that I’ve been here is risky and idiotic.
Proof that this obsession is becoming a problem.
Seth groans again, rolling restlessly, and I know my time is up. Throwing my clothes on, I grab the used vegetables and lube and slip out of the bedroom. Tossing the vegetables in the trash, I stuff my feet into my shoes and quietly leave the apartment.
Just in time too, because my phone starts vibrating with an incoming call from Don Vicellia. I clench my jaw, seriously considering ignoring the call, but I’m not that stupid.
“Boss,” I answer as I leave the building.
“We have a problem. And by we, I mean you.”