Chapter Five
Frankie
“That's right! Suck it! Another win for me!” I holler, throwing my hands in the air as I dance around the air hockey table.
“Alright, Wayne Gretzky, let's cash in these tickets and get out of here. I think they have wanted to close for the past thirty minutes,” Beck says, smiling and holding out his hand for me to take. I don't think twice before placing mine in his. This date has been a true eye-opener for me.
Beck has surprised me the most, though. No matter how many times I whooped his butt in everything from motorcycle racing, skeeball, to basketball, with each loss, his smile just grew. Every celebration dance from me got nothing but laughs from him. I haven't had to put on a show. I don't have to “calm down,” as so many people in my life have put it, and with him, I just feel… safe. That part scares the living shit out of me because it's something I’ve never had before. I’ve never felt truly safe. My van is my only real comfort, but I’m not stupid enough to think someone couldn't break into my home. I’ve never had this feeling before, and damn, I’m not ready to let it go.
By the time we leave the arcade, Beck’s arms are loaded with so many prizes it's ridiculous. Starting with the huge stuffed panda and then the giant bag of candy, not to mention the assorted cheap toys you get for five tickets. Still, I can't help but think this is the best night ever, and I’m not ready for it to end. Beck must have the same thought if his next comment is anything to go by.
“Do you need to get back home?” he asks. I love that he didn't call it my car or bus, but my home without even flinching. That's no small feat.
“Not really. To be honest, I’m kind of not ready for the night to end,” I tell him honestly.
“Thank the heavens,” he laughs, breathing out the breath he was apparently holding. I laugh but look at him with my eyebrows raised. “I wasn't ready for the night to end either, but I didn't want you to have to deal with my present charm for as long as you had to.”
That makes me laugh and roll my eyes, but still, I need him to know how much I’ve enjoyed our night.
“Your charm is great and all, but your heart is better. Thank you for showing it to me tonight,” I whisper and place a small kiss on his cheek before he can realize what I’m doing. When I pull back, I smile at the red tint that hits his cheeks and the goofy-as-hell smile.
“Since you don't have to be home. I have the perfect spot. Come on,” he says, throwing me that smile again, the one that shows his dimples. I swear, if he keeps giving me that smile, I’ll follow him anywhere.
It's not twenty minutes later, and I completely regret that decision.
“What are we doing? We could get caught!” I whisper hiss at him as he leads me through the golf course on the ritzy part of the island. This is the furthest place from where I belong.
“Stop worrying so much! We’re almost there,” he says, smiling and dragging me further across the putting green. I keep my eyes vigilant. Scanning the area for any sign of cops or security. I’ll dive and ditch if I have to, diving behind bushes and ditching Beck is what it takes. Hey, don't judge me. He’s the one who brought me here to trespass.
“Beck, I really don't think this is a good idea. Rich people don't like you messing with their things,” I say nervously, as he hikes the blanket he brought under his arm again.
“Stop being such a wuss. You know, I’m starting to think that your tough exterior is just a front. Somebody is a scaredy cat,” he teases, which has the desired effect.
“I’ll show you scaredy cat.” I give him no warning before jumping on his back and trying to wrestle him. It does absolutely no good, and he just laughs until I tire myself out.
“Are you done back there, killer? Cause we are here,” he says, and when I look up, I see the most magnificent view of the ocean over the small cliffs lining the golf course. You can barely make out the black water, but the stars from above still twinkle in its reflection.
“Wow.” That's all I can get past my lips.
“Come, lie with me,” he says, and I turn to look at him nervously. This is a part of the date I’m not ready for. I realize now the position I put myself in. If he advances and I tell him no, there is no one around to hear me.
“Just laying down. I won't even hold your hand if it makes you uncomfortable.” This time, his voice lacks all teasing and is nothing but sincere, and I realize I have forgotten for a moment just who I was with. Beck would do anything to hurt me. I know it deep in my soul. So, with that, I lower myself to the blanket and lay back beside him. Touching thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder, and then I reach down and grab his hand. I should have never doubted him.
“So, is this where you pull out all the romance? Tell me about the constellations with your smooth game?” I joke with him.
“Well, of course, you see that cluster right there?” he asks, pointing toward our right, “That the big dropper and that one right there, they call that one The Duck.” As he finishes, I can't help but burst out laughing.
“I think you mean the big dipper and the swan…. And I don't think you're pointing out the right stars.” I laugh again, and that's how we spend the night, pointing out stars and Beck naming them something completely wrong and hilarious. I don't even feel my eyes droop, but the next thing I know, I’m cradled against something hard and warm, but I hear a phone ringing and feel the sun's heat on my face. I pop up when I feel Beck move, then answer the phone with a sleepy “Hello? … Yeah, I’ll be right there… Ten minutes max…Alright.”
When he hangs up, I look at him, confused, with sleep still in my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Frankie. I didn't mean to fall asleep out here,” he says, rubbing his eyes and trying to clear the sleep.
“It's okay. I’ve slept in worse places,” I say, laughing a little and trying to get through the morning after awkwardness. We didn't even do anything, so it shouldn't be awkward.
“I have to head to the front building. That call was work. I’m so sorry.” Again, he apologizes, but I understand he has to work. I just wonder how the heck I’m going to make it out of here by myself. His next words have the panic fading, though. “Want to come with me? I just need to fix the espresso machine, then we can get some breakfast at the diner.”
“That sounds like fun,” I tell him honestly. I’m not ready for this to end, which should be scary, yet all I feel is excitement. Still, I know it will have to end at some point.
The next three hours are spent following Beck around as he fixes one issue, just for him to find a new problem. I’m just happy spending time with him and occasionally handing him tools. He looks hot as fuck working with his hands, and by the time he tells me we're done, I’m having to rub my thighs together to stop the ache. It doesn't work.
“Ready for some pancakes smothered in syrup?” he asks once he places his tool belt and box back in the maintenance office. He has his own office. That's insane.
“I’m more of a biscuit-smothered-in-gravy kind of gal.” I wink at him, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.
“Trying to steal my heart on the first date, Schnookums,” he says, shaking his head but still chuckling.
“Technically, I would call this the second date.” I shrug, smiling his way. We are just about to walk out the door when we hear his name being called.
“Beck!” a girl I’ve never seen before says excitedly as she waves her arms in the air. She’s wearing a maid uniform, and when she rushes up and pulls Beck into a hug, I want to claw her eyes out. Fuck, when did I get so jealous?
“Hey Talli! You're here early,” Beck says, hugging her back.
“Yeah, trying to get some extra hours. Need it for the twins, ya know? How's your family doing?” She smiles his way, and while I want to hate her, something about this girl tells me she's not malicious. Being in foster care, I’ve learned to read people.
“About the same. You know, just trying to get through life. Sorry to rush. It was good seeing you, Talli, but I’m taking my girl out for breakfast. Try not to work so hard.” Beck smiles my way before placing his hand on my back and moving me beside him instead of behind.
“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry I didn't even see you there! Hi, I’m Talli! Gosh, you're beautiful, and I love love love that top! Where did you get it?” she asks, and all the jealousy leaves my body. I smile widely at her and tell her I made it.
“You're lying! This looks like something right off the runway! You have some major talent!” she says excitedly, and all I hear is kindness in her voice. Just as I’m about to reply, my stomach takes the time to perk up, growling loudly.
“Oh, my gosh, I’m holding y’all up from breakfast. Beck, get your girl out of here and feed her. I’ll see you later.” And just like that, she’s gone in a whirlwind.
“She was… nice,” I tell him because I really want to know what he thinks of her, as crazy as that is.
“Talli’s one of the best people I know. She lives over by Kas with her twin sisters she raises. She's had a hard go of it, and I try to help her as much as possible. She’s got a heart of gold, but there are some fuckers who just can't see what’s right in front of them.” He glares at the tall building surrounded by windows, and I realize it's an office.
“You two aren't….” I don't want to ask, but I need to know.
“No, never. Nothing against Talli, but she's not my type, plus she has her hands full raising her sisters. She's a good kid, but like a little sister to me. Plus, I like my girls a little bit feisty,” he says, and I blush from head to toe. I roll my eyes but can't stop the smile that overtakes me. A smile that does not go away all through the walk to the diner, then through breakfast, even as we make our way hand in hand back to my bus.
When I get to the back of Al’s store and see my baby parked there, I have this sudden urge to ask Beck if he wants to see what all I’ve done with it. I don't let many people into my van; it's my home and my safe space, but there's this pull to Beck. One that has me wanting to show him every dark corner of my heart. Starting with every single thing I own and hold dear.
“So, umm, do you want to come in for a minute?” I ask nervously. I rush on before he has time to answer, “It's not much, but it’s….”
“I would love to come in, Schnook. Thank you for letting me into your life,” he says, and I can't help but release the breath I didn't even realize I was holding.
With a smile, I unlock the door to my van and slide it open with shaking fingers, more nervous than I have any right to be. It’s not like I haven’t had someone in my space before, or even had one in my space… but this feels different, like the start of something… more. I feel more nervous and anxious than I ever remember feeling just standing here, pulling back the curtains for him to enter the place that is more of a home than anything I've ever known.
I don’t know what I expected, especially after the last 24 hours with him, maybe for him to get a look at my space and laugh before running away, but he did the most perfect and unexpected thing possible. He gave my space a quick glance with one of his killer smiles before tugging the door closed behind him and tugging me into his arms. As much as I love the feeling of him pressing me against the inside of the door and the rush of adrenaline I get as we fumble and paw at each other's clothes, it's nothing compared to the intimacy of a slow, deliberate, passionate undressing.
Wordlessly, we are on the same page, and both kick off our shoes. I start to undo the buttons on his shirt while he slides his hand up under my shirt. I’m still in the tank and jeans from last night. I love the feel of his warm hands on my skin, the pressure of his palm easing from my side, across my abdomen and slowly inching further down, as his lips met mine, softly and slowly, his tongue gently touching the tip of mine, as he pressed against my pubic bone, my pussy instantly moistening and growing hot, wanting him so much more now.
I finish unbuttoning his shirt, and he removes his hand long enough to take it. The T-shirt he wore underneath is off, and he drops them to the floor. He’s slim and fit and not particularly muscular, but already I can tell I will never get tired of seeing the smoothness of his chest and shoulders.
Between kissing him and the next steps, I pull my knit tank over my head, letting it fall where it may. As soon as I do, Beck reaches his hands up and cups them around the swells of my breasts, still contained in the longline bandeau bra I have on, lifting my tits, squeezing them a little. I close my eyes, my lips slightly apart, and let the moment be still, just feeling him holding me.
Beck moves his hands, bringing them to the lacy-edged bottom of the garment. He slips his hands under the edge, getting a hold of it before silently urging me to lift my arms. He slowly tugs it over my head before tossing it somewhere behind him. As he strips me, his lips find one nipple and begin licking and sucking it, and I think I might melt into a puddle.
It’s my turn, and I want more, so I put my hand on his shoulder and guide him onto his back on my bed. It’s a small space, and the bed isn't all that big, but the mattress is perfect. The sheets are clean, and the pillows are fluffy, so we have no trouble fitting in here. Struggling out of my tight jeans as quickly and gracefully as I can manage, I finally kick them free before climbing on the bed after him. I lay beside him, propping myself up on an elbow, and trace my fingers lightly up and down his chest and abdomen, feeling him respond, his breathing heavier and slower, and I watch his skin rise and fall under my touch.
His belt and pants are in the way when I move my fingers lower, and I want no barriers. So I sit up, my bare breasts hanging heavy in his sight as I undo his buckle and open his pants. He lifts his hips, and I pull everything down together, and he kicks the last of his clothes free.
Naked, he’s magnificent. The only word to describe his cock is majestic. Everyone says that and thinks it's cheesy, but it's the best word for the moment. I mean, not too thick or thin, long and perfect, and, at this moment, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
I’m tempted to just take him into my mouth, but there are a million moments ahead of us to do that, so instead, I move over and straddle him. As much as I love giving pleasure with my mouth, receiving pleasure that way turns me on. As I settle onto his stomach, lowering my pussy against his skin, the wet heat between my legs tells him everything he needs to know.
"You like how that feels?" he asks, and I nod. "Then tell me, baby. I wanna hear your words."
"Yeah, it feels good," I reply, leaning down, my hair falling across his chest, my tits against him, my nipples tingling as the friction between our bodies brings them erect.
"No, Frankie. I wanna hear more."
"It's fucking sexy, is what it is," I whisper into his ear, grinding against his flesh, "the feel of your cock rubbing on my clit, knowing you want it, want me."
"What else do you think I want? What do you want to do with me?" he asks.
“I'm going to move a little further up and rub myself against the shaft of your beautiful, stiff dick, and you're gonna watch and enjoy and get rock hard because you know it's gonna end up inside me and fill me and make me come. And,” I continue, whispering still, "while you're thinking about how good it's going to feel when you slide into me and start thrusting, you're going to watch me play with my clit and bring myself to a powerful orgasm, and maybe, if I'm in the right position, and I know you're close, you'll be able to watch my hot, tight, dripping wet pussy take every inch of your amazing, hard, throbbing cock and I'm gonna beg you to fuck me, harder and harder and I want you to make me scream."
With those words, I do as promised and inch myself up so my clit makes contact with the base of his dick and his balls rest between my spread legs. As I rock against him, moving his hardening flesh over mine, his hands run the length of my torso and up the sides of my body until his fingers brush over the sensitive tips of my tits.
My moans are getting louder and his breath is faster and shallower. He’s watching and only getting harder and more desperate the more I rock above him. I scoot back a bit, resting on his upper thighs, and he bends his knees a little and spreads his legs, making it easy for me to slip down and settle against his cock, the tip against my slick entrance. I can see him, and he can certainly feel me, and when he can’t take any more, he says the magic words:
"Fuck me, Frankie. Put that pussy on my cock, and let me give you what you need."
It’s so much easier with me on top. He has the benefit of a nice, deep penetration and being able to get his cock as far into me as possible, and I can control the pace, the speed, and the angle.
I lower myself, feeling the head of his erection push my folds apart and spread me wide, stretching me open, the shaft following and filling me, and it’s such a rush, I have to stop, the pressure and sensation almost overwhelming.
"You okay, Frankie?" Beck asks, a hint of worry in his voice, his eyes fixed on mine.
"Yeah, sorry," I reply. "Just got a little carried away, and it's been a long while. I gotta remember to slow down, or it will all be over in a minute."
"Tell me how it feels," he urges. "Does it feel good?"
"Fucking amazing, baby," I gasp. "It's like my whole world is just filled with this feeling. Nothing exists except your beautiful, wonderful, magnificent cock inside my tight, wet heat. It just keeps getting better," I continue, as I leaned back, changing the angle and causing his dick to brush my G-spot.
"Jesus Christ," I exclaimed, "oh, God. Its… its perfect, Beck. I never want to leave this feeling. Ever."
"That's not gonna happen, Frankie," he assures me, "not until you say it's okay."
"You're the best," I murmur. "Oh, God, yes. Fuck me. Please."
"How can I resist such a request?" he replies with a grin.
He grips my waist, and his hips flex, thrusting him into me. My eyes roll, my jaw falls open, and all the sensations I just experienced are intensified a hundredfold. I can't breathe, I an't speak, I can barely hold myself up.
Beck repeats the motion and again, and I can feel him sliding back and forth, the friction of his dick against the walls of my pussy and the pressure and pleasure building. His cock is the only thing in my mind. I have no idea how he can make me feel like this.
"Yes," I hiss. "That's it. Yes. Just like that. More. More.”
The pace isn’t hurried, the thrusts measured, his grip firm, but gentle, his expression one of total concentration and determination, as though there’s nothing he wants or needs to do more than satisfy the woman above him. Me.
"Look at me," he demands, and I realize, at some point, my eyes had closed, and I was focusing so hard on the feeling, the bliss, I had completely tuned him out.
"Beck, please, oh, fuck, it's good," I whimper, my hands moving up and down across his body, unable to decide what I want to touch.
"More, baby," he insists. "Don't shut me out. Talk to me."
"Fuck me, Beck," I breathe, my tone almost begging. "Please, baby. Make me come."
His response is to increase the tempo. Not too fast, but more aggressive, and his thumbs press against my hips, and he guides me. I know he’s close, and his goal is to send me over the edge, to give me an orgasm before his own release.
"Come for me, Frankie," he says.
"Yeah, baby," I moan, his voice pushing me toward the summit, the pleasure mounting. "Harder. Harder."
He gives me more, and the sounds of our sex grow louder, and his face contorts, and then, suddenly, everything comes crashing together. Every part of my body, from head to toe, seems to contract, the muscles pulling inward and then releasing in waves, over and over. As his cock pushes into me and pulls out, the climax hits its apex. I scream and shudder, every movement intensifying the ecstasy.
As I start to come down, my breathing heavy and my pulse racing, he pumps furiously, and his face goes taut, and the veins in his neck bulge, and I know he’s about to explode.
"Come for me, Beck," I urge him.
"Oh, fuck," he growls, and I feel him shoot into me.
"Oh, God, yes, baby," I cry. "Give it all to me."
"Fucking Christ, Frankie," he grunts, his body taut, his cock pulsing and throbbing and filling me, and when he’s finally spent, he lets himself relax, sinking back, his limbs loose and floppy.
"That was amazing, Frankie," he breathes, his face flushed.
"Amazing is right," I agree.
"I hope I didn't wear you out."
"Hell, no," I counter. "It's the middle of the day. I plan on taking a nap and doing a lot more. You game?"
"Definitely," he smiles, and kisses me.
"Good. Because that was just an appetizer."