Chapter 25 The Chase #2
His voice is a gravely whisper, and I shiver, licking my lips.
“Maybe, if you’re a very good girl, I’ll let you come this time. I want to taste you on my tongue.”
Frankie’s teetering beautifully on the edge between authority and tenderness, and it’s a struggle not to just give myself up.
“Why don’t you show me how good you can be? Pull your skirt up and tease your pussy for me. Through your panties— if you’re even wearing them.”
He disappears into the darkness with a rush of breath, and the brief squeaking of his shoes on the floor. I wait for another couple beats, but now that he’s a little further away, I think I can risk speaking out loud.
“Actually, I am,” I whisper, praying I haven’t just given away my location.
“Oh, she speaks!” There’s a long pause, with each of us only hearing the other’s slow, measured breathing on the line. “Go on, then. Be a good girl for me.”
I find myself silently obeying him, lifting up my skirt to circle my clit over my panties. I want to work myself up as I listen to him, all while everything feels like it’s dialed up to 100, like my body is looking for a threat.
I guess it kind of is.
“Are you touching yourself?” Frankie purrs. “Because when I find you, I want you soaked.”
“I am...”
I’m terrified that someone is going to wander in here and find us like this.
“Good,” he groans. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Every time I close my eyes, I see you on your knees. And you’re so fucking ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Always.”
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him either. His kitchen. His office. There was something so primal and filthy about knowing we could have been caught.
“Just keep playing with that pussy. Tell me how it feels.”
I’m shaking, teetering on the edge as I stroke myself faster.
Faster.
Pressing down on my sensitive bud and grinding hard.
“Frankie—”
Suddenly, something grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away from my aching cunt, and I find myself staring straight into a pair of intense baby-blues.
“Did you really think I’d be satisfied listening to you come?” He wraps his lips around my fingers, sucking gently before releasing them with a little pop. “Now take your panties off. You’re going to need something to scream into.”
I stare at him in shocked silence for a moment, and he raises a brow.
Testing me.
“Are you going to do as you’re told?”
“Yes, sir.”
With trembling legs, I manage to slide out of my underwear, the delicate lace hanging off my finger as I bring them to my mouth.
If we get caught, it’s all over.
And yet…
Frankie glides his mouth down my neck, placing gentle kisses along the way as he works down my body, and I watch in awe as this towering man lowers himself to his knees right in front of me.
Staring at him now feels like staring into the sun, his eyes burning straight through me like he’s about to lose control.
“You make my mouth water,” he rasps, licking his fingers before spreading my pussy lips.
I want to speak, to tell him that all he has to do is flick that dextrous tongue of his, and he can have what he’s been craving since the second he saw me in the alley.
But instead, I stay quiet, like a good girl.
He takes his time teasing me, letting my clit throb and ache between his thick fingers, his warm breath fanning against my pussy. When he finally puts his mouth on me I squeeze my eyes shut, squirming as I arch my back, all to keep from falling apart.
I grip his hair tight, using him as an anchor while he works my clit. He’s so delicate, with sweet and tender swirls of his tongue. His fingers tease my entrance and I let out another whine, draping one leg over his shoulder as permission.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl.”
I force them back open, gasping as he pushes two long, thick fingers deep inside me. He’s gentle with his playful thrusts at first, expertly grazing the spot that makes the hairs on my arms stand straight up, and soon I’m a puddle of pathetic whimpers.
What the hell has this man done to me?
I feel sweat beading on my forehead and heat rushing through my body as pleasure starts to coil around my hips, growing more intense by the second.
But he doesn’t let up.
Pushing his fingers deeper.
Stroking that spot over and over again while he lashes at my clit with his tongue.
My climax builds to a glorious crescendo and I yank on his hair, holding him firmly in place as I’m rocked by wave after wave of pleasure.
The sounds coming out of my body don’t feel like they belong to me, wild and foreign, but most of all extremely loud.
Right now though, I don’t give a shit if someone finds us.
All I’m focused on is him.
Frankie slows his pace, but he doesn’t stop until I finally tap him on the head, giving him a light shove.
“Wheelbarrow,” I mumble, laughing as I pull my panties out of my mouth. “Wheelbarrow.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and rises to his feet, his eyes dancing with a newfound worry.
“You okay?”
I try to explain myself, but find that I can’t really form full sentences right now, instead just placing my hand on his chest to reassure him that I’m okay.
“Just…” I take another heaving breath. “Intense.”
Up until recently, I’d found my ever-shifting hormones made it harder for me to get wet, and even harder to come. I thought maybe the other night had been a fluke, or some sort of rush from something new and exciting, but maybe…
He frowns.
“You’re overstimulated.”
I nod, and Frankie jumps right into action, taking a deep breath and motioning for me to mirror him.
“Breathe with me. Nice and slow.”
We breathe together until my heart rate starts to dip back down to normal, the flames still burning in my veins become tiny embers. Maybe the secret was finding someone who actually knows what they’re doing.
“How do you feel?”
The question is so simple, and there are a million answers flying through my brain right now, but all I can land on is…
“Alive.”
For a second, I think he might lean in and kiss me.
“You did amazing, Firecracker. If you want, I think we’re ready to take it up a notch. Really start working on that list of yours.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Next weekend. You, me, and a private room at Dominion.”
I nod.
He grins.
And I feel my heart melting in the afterglow.