Chapter 25
Frankie
I t’s rare to have a night off with Sal. Usually, one or both of us has to work. But after the issues last night at the meeting and then at the club, Enzo told us to have fun tonight while he took the reins. He only steps in to personally run the club when he thinks people are getting too comfortable. Sometimes, the boss needs to be present to put fear and respect back into our regular clients.
Tonight, we’re keeping it low-key. We’re camped out on my couch with movies and whiskey. The pizza is long gone. We’ve been staying over at each other’s houses a lot lately. Especially since we accidentally became exclusive after Elise’s audition.
Fuck, even just the thought of her makes my dick stir in my sweatpants. I’m just about done giving Enzo time to process his own rules. If he doesn’t change his mind in the next day or two, I’m going to find time to feed her my cock. Sal and I have already talked about it. We’re both dying to recreate as much of her audition as we’re allowed to. Joey would definitely be in. If Enzo wants to join us, I’m sure we could find room for him too.
I adjust myself in my pants, and Sal gives me a curious look.
“Elise,” I explain.
He nods. “I get hard every time I think about her. How much longer are we giving Enzo?”
“I don’t think I’ll survive more than one more day.”
“Good. Me neither.” He gets up to go refill our glasses, and I get even harder watching him walk back to the couch with an obvious tent in his pants. He gives my erection a pointed stare in return.
When he gets back to the couch, he makes a big show of bending over to set the glasses down in front of us on the coffee table. I know he’s baiting me, but I gladly let him catch me. I grab two handfuls of his ass—which he’s shaking right in front of my face—and groan.
He turns to look at me over his shoulder. “You like that?”
“You know I do.” I spin him around and pull him down to straddle me. He gives me a slow grind of his hips, letting me feel his hardness against mine, and then I put one hand behind his head to pull him down for a kiss. My other hand snakes around to his lower back so I can pull him closer to me. “I want to feel every jerk of your cock against mine,” I growl.
He grinds again. “Like that?”
“Just like that.”
And then we stop talking, exploring each other’s mouths like we haven’t kissed a thousand times before. He tastes faintly of whiskey, and I want to drink every drop. Our sweatpants create enough of a barrier that our dicks are just teasing each other.
I feel Sal shift just before he palms my hard length through my pants, drawing a groan from deep in my throat. “You want my dick?” I ask him, even though I already know the answer.
“You know I do,” he says, repeating my words back to me. He grips it harder and smirks at me when I close my eyes in ecstasy.
“Where do you want it?” I ask. “Your hand?” I give a hard thrust into his palm. “Your mouth?” A kiss and a swipe of my tongue along his lips. “Your ass?” I slide my hand down from where it still rests on his lower back and squeeze him. I hope that’s in the cards tonight.
With another squeeze of my cock, Sal moans. “All of them. Everywhere. I want it.”
“Say ‘please.’”
“Please! Please, can I have your cock?” He rubs me harder with every word.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I lift up enough to slide my pants down to my thighs, and my dick springs free from its fabric torture chamber. Sal wraps his hand around me and gives it a few pumps while we kiss, but I need more.
“Enough,” I whisper into his mouth. “Get on your knees.”
He gives me one more quick kiss before backing off the couch and settling on the floor between my legs. His strong hands grab the waistband of my sweats and pull them the rest of the way off before he finally takes me in his mouth.
Sal has many skills, but he sucks dick like a fucking pro. He alternates between swirling his tongue around my head and taking me deep in his throat, all the while rolling my balls in his hand and giving them the occasional gentle tug.
He pulls off, and I’m about to protest, but his words stop me short. “We need to bring Elise into this soon so that I can share your cock with her. Or she can suck me off while I suck you off.” He stares off into space as if he’s imagining the different scenarios, and my dick jumps at the mental image he painted for me.
The thought of the two of them on their knees before me, swapping my cock from his mouth to hers… It’s too much. I wrap my hand around the back of Sal’s head and pull him back to reality, pushing past the barrier of his lips until he takes over.
He pushes me almost to the peak and then backs off again. “I need more,” he says. Then he stands up and pulls his shirt off, followed quickly by his pants.
I follow his lead and finish undressing before reaching into the end table and pulling out a bottle of lube. It’s the one we leave there for this exact reason. It’s rare for a night at home to end without one of us fucking the other one.
He climbs onto the couch and bends over the arm, leaving his ass on display for me and at the perfect height for what I’m about to do. The bottle of lube opens easily, and I get enough on my hand to lather up my dick and coat his puckered hole. One finger slips in easily, followed by a second. He pushes back against my hand, helping me penetrate the ring of muscle and silently asking for more before he finds the words to beg.
“Fuck me, Frankie. I need you to give me everything tonight. Don’t hold back.”
I laugh darkly. “When have I ever held back?” And it’s true. If anything, I’m known for giving everything I have to everything I do. And right now, the thing that needs my undivided attention is Sal’s ass.
Once he’s warmed up and ready to go, I replace my fingers with the head of my cock and then grab his hips. The first push is slow, both to torture him and so I can make sure I don’t hurt either one of us. As soon as I’m fully sheathed inside of him, I pause. He knows what’s coming, but the surprise is always how long I’ll make him wait.
As it turns out, not long. I’m an impatient motherfucker, and he feels too good to waste time teasing him tonight. I pull out and thrust back in. Hard. Sal holds on to the couch like his life depends on it, and I set a punishing pace.
“Fuck,” I pant. “I’m not going to last long tonight.”
He turns around to look at me, and the lust in his eyes nearly pushes me over the edge. And then his words finish the job. “The only thing that would make this better is if Elise was under me and your thrusts were fucking her with my dick.”
“Fuck!” I roar, filling his ass with my cum.
Sal groans and stays where he is until I’m completely empty. When I pull out, he flips over onto his back and wraps his hand around his own dick. He looks painfully hard, and it doesn’t surprise me in the slightest when it only takes a few pumps of his fist to make himself come on his stomach.
He stares up at me for a beat before he swipes his index finger through his cum and brings it to my lips, prodding at me to open up. I do, and his finger is clean in no time.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I tell him.
“So do you.” He gives me a wink before getting up and going to the bathroom to clean up. I watch him walk down the hall and then get up to follow him. We could both use a shower. And then another one to get cleaned up.