Chapter 15 Seth
Chapter fifteen
Seth
Icome awake as the orgasm rolls over me, the pleasure makes a low moan fall from my lips as my hips jerk. I can feel the hot cum smearing against my stomach as the orgasm continues to zap through me until I’m so sensitive that it becomes painful.
What the fuck is going on?
Still groggy, I fumble my way to my dick, momentarily forgetting that I am wearing a new pair of manties, lacy underwear designed for men. Finally, with a grunt, I get my hand beneath the elastic waistband of my soaked fabric and snatch off whatever the hell is buzzing against my dick.
Blinking open my eyes, I stare at what’s in my hand, before it slips out of my grasp and hits the mattress. I slap the stupid thing before I manage to turn it off, and then I just blink at the far wall as I get my bearings.
My dick is unbelievably sensitive, and as much as I want to pull my manties off to give it a reprieve, the solid weight of a very warm and tan forearm across my waist has me going still. That and the unmistakable feeling of fullness in my ass.
Oh, my fucking God, he’s still here!!
Frankie mumbles something, his hips flexing, and I let out another moan as his dick drags against my rim. With a grunt, he rolls over, slipping free of my body, and I shiver from the sudden cool air against my bare back.
Is he asleep? No, he can’t be asleep. Can he?
I don’t move, even though my heart is beating a mile a minute. Falling asleep in my room has to mean something, right? He’s not stupid. He would know how vulnerable it would leave him.
I shift slightly, grimacing down at my manties.
The front of them is soaked through, the fabric now sheer enough that I can see my cock through the material.
And what’s worse is that the entire front of my lower half is wet, as are the sheets beneath me.
That amount of cum is proof that the orgasm that woke me up was not the first one I’ve had tonight.
Not hearing anything else from my stalker behind me, I wiggle out of the lingerie and toss it to the floor. As I roll onto my other side, the shudder that racks my body has nothing to do with the cool air on my wet skin.
Frankie is passed out on my bed in nothing but a pair of black boxers, bare to my viewing pleasure. Dark nipples peek out from the coarse salt and pepper hair that covers his pecs,
And those abs! I want to lick all those ridges of muscle and follow that trail of dark hair where it disappears into his boxers. His dick is out, shiny with wetness as it curves toward his bellybutton. How is he still hard?
My body goes cold when I catch sight of the freshly stitched wound on his side. Streaks of dried blood surround it, as if he had tried to clean up a bit before putting his shirt back on. I can’t see very well in the low light, but I think there’s bruising along his ribs, too.
I push myself to my knees, and when the light from the desk lamp falls over him, my chest squeezes tight.
Panic has my breathing go choppy, and my hands are shaky.
Bruises and cuts litter his torso. Dried blood spatters across his neck and mixed into his short beard, and his lower lip is split and swollen.
His brow furrows, his face contorting, and against my better judgment, I cup his check in my hand. Frankie sighs, pushing his face into my hand and mumbles something that sounds an awful lot like my name.
He got the crap beat out of him, but instead of going home to rest, he came here. Why? Wetness on my inner thighs has any additional questions fleeing my mind. I prod my tender hole, coming away with white spunk. Heat spears through me at the realization that Frankie bred me before passing out.
That should not get me hot and bothered, but it does. It makes my hole clench and my stomach have a weird fluttery feeling in it.
What I should do is run out of this apartment and as far away as my legs can carry me. But I have no intention of doing that. Whatever is happening between me and my stalker, I want more of it.
Even if it’s crazy or toxic.
Even if every sane person would question my choices
I want it. I want him and the way he makes me feel.
Before I can talk myself out of my sudden state of lunacy, I straddle his lap, my needy hole hovering over his dick.
Gripping him, I angle his dick at my entrance and slowly lower myself.
I let out a breathy sigh, my head falling back.
From this position, he’s so thick that I’m afraid he’s going to split me in two.
But it feels so good!
It takes a good minute to sink down to the hilt, and when I do, I have such a sense of fullness that I don’t want to move. But I can’t just sit like this. Moving slowly so that I don’t jostle him and cause pain, I bring my knees as close to his sides as I can.
His face smooths out as I wiggle on top of him, but I don’t want to fuck him. Okay, that’s a lie. I really want to fuck him, but not right now. Right now, I want to be his little cock warmer. I lean forward and snuggle against his chest, tucking my hands beneath my chin.
Damn, this is actually pretty comfortable.
Frankie’s heart thumps against my ear, a comforting sound that lulls me into a light doze. It’s still ridiculously early in the morning, so there’s no rush to actually get out of this bed.
“Seth?” Frankie’s sleep-roughened voice has me blinking open my eyes. I must have fallen back to sleep at some point.
With a small yawn, I slowly sit up. It’s a bit disappointing that he has softened and slipped out of me, but I brush it off. We can always repeat the experience another time.
Unless he kills me.
I give him a hesitant smile. “Morning, sleepy head.”
He blinks up at me, eyebrows nearly up to his hairline. His gaze travels down my body before jumping back to my face. As if he can’t quite believe what’s happening. “Well, this is unexpected.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I’ve kinda known what you’ve been doing. Even have recordings.” I give in to temptation and run my hands over the curly hair on his chest. A shiver runs through my body as his hands land on my waist and I can’t stop rolling my hips.
“You have recordings?” His growly voice makes my dick jump to attention and I grin down at him.
“Yeah, and they are fucking hot. Tell me, Mr. Stalker, what other things did you fuck me with?”
He hisses, eyelids fluttering closed as I rock on top of him. He’s already hard, his cockhead sliding between my cheeks with each move I make.
“You got off on those recordings, didn’t you?” Frankie’s gaze is intent as he stares up at me, one hand sliding up my thigh until he can wrap his fingers around my aching dick. I let out my own hiss as he gives me a rough tug.
“So many times,” I pant. “But as much as I want you to stuff me full of really weird items until I come all over the place, I am not going to let you do anything in your condition.”
My hands flutter over the stitched wound on his side, and he immediately covers my hand with his free one. “Would you freak out if I told you the man who did this is dead?”
I give him an unamused look. “You work for some scary people, Frankie. I have the feeling you have more than one dead guy under your belt. But…” I bite my lip in uncertainty.
Yes, I love what he’s done with me and to me, but do I really want to tie myself to him?
Do I really want this to go any further?
“But?” Frankie lets go of my dick so that he can sit up, forcing me to shift around until my legs are stretched out behind him.
I blow out a raspberry as I drop my forehead to his chest. “I want to know where this goes. Even if it’s dangerous. I came out here to have a normal life. And I don’t want to complicate things, even though your life is probably complicated enough already.”
Frankie laughs, the sound like rolling thunder in his chest, as he wraps his arms around my back. “Zeke told me you had an uninvited guest. Is that the reason you got this apartment under an alias?”
I snuggle closer to him, trying to ignore how my hard dick is rubbing deliciously against his abs. But hey, at least I know the name of the guy who threw Jake through a window earlier. “Yeah, my ex is a real piece of work. I would not put out a missing person’s report if he up and disappears.”
I let out a yelp as he flips us so that I’m lying on my back with him kneeling between my legs, his dick sliding between my ass cheeks. “Are you asking me to put a hit out on your ex?”
Is that what I’m asking? It would make my life a bit easier. I wouldn’t have to look over my shoulder as often.
“I mean, I wouldn’t be sad if he’s gone or anything,” I finally reply. Frankie’s pupils blow wide at my confession and I let out a squeak as his cockhead prods my hole.
“Is that so?” He pushes forward, slowly opening me up. Right before he fully breaches me, he stops. I whine, rolling my hips to get him further inside of me, but he doesn’t relent. “I want to hear you say it.”
I pout, wrapping my legs around his ass in a desperate attempt to get him to impale me on that thick dick of his, but he’s way too strong. “I want you to kill my ex. Now, will you please fuck me?”
I howl when he buries himself to the hilt inside me, my fingernails digging into the skin of his back at the burning pleasure. So, clearly my admitting I want him to kill for me does something for him. Not that I’m going to complain. His dick is practically magic and I’m all for that.
He slowly pulls out of me, the drag against my inner walls making my eyes roll.
Holding himself above me, he does short, shallow thrusts that have his cockhead punching my prostate with each pass.
My stomach is a mess from the amount of pre-cum I’m leaking, and with each thrust, more dribbles down my shaft.
“You like to be stretched as much as I like stretching you, don’t you?” I look up at him with hooded eyes and give him a sappy smile. He shifts, changing the angle of his body, and then something cool and hard is pushing against my rim, stretching me even wider.