Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Maverick
F rankie’s eyes widen as the submission leaves her body. “Excuse me, what? You... want people to see me? What happened to the possession?”
I step into her, pinning her perfect ass against the glass door, and I wish I could split myself in half so I could both witness and experience her from all sides.
“Oh, I’m definitely still possessive, but unlike Bennett, I don’t mind if people admire my toys.
So long as I’m the only one playing with them. ”
I brush the hair out of her face and kiss her. The fear that I’ve ruined the moment dissipates when she kisses me back. Then her hands slither behind her, and she pulls the door to the side.
Salty sea air tangles within her hair as she steps backward onto the balcony.
She keeps moving until her back hits the railing.
Her worries about being seen were unfounded, as the only eyes privy to our intimacy are those in the water.
Unfortunately, whoever stays in the rooms next to ours is about to get one hell of a concert.
Metal clinks against ceramic to our left, so I can only assume they’re having their afternoon tea on the balcony.
Frankie hears the clanking as well. She clamps her lips shut, refusing to make a peep as I tweak her nipple.
This won’t do. I bend down and place my lips beside her ear. “I want to hear you beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”
She reaches between us and grips my throbbing cock.
I grit my teeth and suck air as I step into her to ease the painful ache from her tugging. The pain only hardens me further. “Use your words. Say it aloud and raise your voice so I can hear you over the waves.”
“You mean raise my voice so our neighbor can hear,” she mutters.
I shrug and turn to walk away.
“Wait!” Frankie shouts, and I turn back to her with a smirk. “Please...fuck me.”
Cocking my head to the side, I study her. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”
Pursing her lips, she stomps her little foot and screams internally. “Please fuck me!” she shouts, and the clinking stops. Seconds later, the neighbor’s balcony door slides open and shut.
Frankie covers her blazing-red face and groans, but she’s about to make that sound for a different reason. Having gotten what I wanted, I step into her and pick her up. She wraps her arms around my neck in a panic as I stride closer to the balcony railing.
“What are you doing?” she squeals as she dares to glance down. Dark waters look back at her.
“Giving you what you asked for. Now place your hands on the railing and hold on tight.”
She seems unsure, but she eventually stretches her arms out to the sides of her body. Gripping her legs, I take a step back and line myself up with her entrance. I can’t resist raising and lowering her hips a few times, which drags my cock through her pleasure.
Frankie whimpers each time my dick grinds over that sensitive place at the apex of her slit. Her hips roll, begging me to impale her and end her suffering. I adore the way she writhes in my arms. I bask in her greed as she begs for pleasure only I can provide.
“I want you inside me,” she quietly pleads.
“Louder.”
She closes her eyes. “I want you inside me.”
“You must not want it enough because that’s still pretty quiet.”
“Would you please fuck me before I lose my shit?” she screams, and the neighbor to our other side decides they’ve had enough as well. The door opens and closes.
At least she obeyed this time. I reward her by raising her hips and lowering her onto my cock. She hisses and drops her head back as I give her all of me.
“Do you want to come now, sweetheart?”
She nibbles her lip and nods at me, and my dick jumps inside her.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“I want to come. Please make me come.”
Desperation drips from every word, and I try to think of anything other than the perfection before me. The fear was always the inability to satisfy her because I couldn’t get it up, not because I’m a two-pump chump. I never imagined fucking my ideal woman would come with such a drawback.
It’s the emotional connection .
Is it? Is this why erections come easily with her? Is this why I finish at an embarrassing pace? Is this why I’m looking into her piercing eyes and wondering what it would be like to come home to her at the end of a long day?
“Fuck, I’m so close.” She adjusts her grip on the balcony. Her arms have begun to shake, and I don’t think she’ll be able to support herself much longer.
I pull out of her and drop into one of the armless chairs. “Ride me,” I demand.
Frankie straddles my lap and leans back so that I can enter her again. We moan together as I sink into her heat. Her hands wind around my neck, and her hips begin to roll. Warm breath rushes out of her each time I bottom out.
My hands move to her ass, where I squeeze and encourage her to ride me harder and faster.
She complies, and her hips begin to buck rather than roll.
Whimpers become cries of pleasure as her body quivers.
Her grip firms on my shoulders, pinching the skin until it feels as if she’ll rip the muscles from my bones.
The pain melds with her frantic sounds as she comes on my cock, squeezing and drawing the come from my balls.
I let out a groan as I fill her, unable to hold back another second.
The gentle sound of applause cuts through our post-orgasm haze, and we turn toward the sound. Apparently, the balcony door didn’t signal our neighbor’s exit. Our neighbor came to bear witness.
Frankie covers her face and groans as more applause joins in, and the embarrassment is setting in for me as well.
It only gets worse when we attempt a quiet exit.
As Frankie gets off my lap, the chair legs scrape against the floor, and it sounds as if we’ve just blown wind. Giggles erupt from every direction.
“It wasn’t a fart!” I shout. “It was the chair!”
“Or a queef,” a man titters from nearby.
I try to repeat the sound, but of course the chair refuses to cooperate this time.
“Let’s just slink away.” Frankie looks at the chair. “Quietly this time.”
We hurry back into the cabin to lick our wounds. I thought a little exhibitionism would be fun, but maybe that’s one kink I can cross off my list. The feeling seems to be mutual. You could cook eggs on Frankie’s fiery cheeks.
Frankie waddles to the bathroom to clean up as I step into some boxers and flop on the bed. She throws on a baggy t-shirt and some joggers before joining me. Her body sidles up to mine, fitting like a missing puzzle piece against me as I drape an arm over her shoulder and kiss the top of her head.
“You were amazing,” I whisper against her soft hair.
“Our audience seemed to think we were both pretty amazing,” she says with a laugh. “I can’t believe I did that.”
She opens her mouth in the most adorable yawn, and I hug her a little tighter.
I can’t help it. Even though she’s practically on top of me, it feels like we aren’t close enough.
This is such a foreign feeling, but I want it to become familiar.
I want more of these little moments of peace with a beautiful woman in my arms. Not just any beautiful woman, though.
It has to be her.
And it can’t be.