Chapter 24
BERNADETTE CRENSHAW
“What do you want, Bernadette?” Frank asks. His dick bobs between his legs, engorged, thick, and swollen, somehow larger than the last time I saw it.
My god I want that very much.
My insides pulse as he drags his hand back down, making my mouth water.
The bastard. I meet his gaze and steel my lady balls for what is sure to come next.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Frank in the handful of days I’ve known him, it's that he's a cock tease, and I’ll more than likely end up rubbing one out by myself later, as soon as he points me in the direction of an internet device.
“I need a laptop,” I tell him, almost laughing at the puzzlement on his face from the request.
“Not happening,” he growls.
“Cell phone?” I ask.
“No.”
I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him, trying my best to keep my gaze above the waist as he grabs for another towel, sucking in a deep breath when he begins to towel off starting with his light blonde hair.
Oh god.
Too much more of this, and I’ll be begging him to ease this ache between my legs. I’ve been horny before, but for some reason today is by far the worst.
“Why?” he asks.
The question throws me.
“Why what?” I ask, my nipples tightening at the sight of him toweling off his chest, my breathing shallow while my heartrate increases. Damn him.
“Why do you all of a sudden request a laptop?” he asks, his tone genuine.
Think, Bernie. Why are we asking for a laptop and not tackling the naked and vulnerable man?
Oh right, to find out what he is. “I figure it’s time to update my socials,” I answer, shrugging my shoulders. I’m not about to tell him I’ve got plans of deep diving his village, his company, his very name until I find every source of information I can on who, what, and how he came to be here.
“I—,” I lick my lips, unable to think as he strokes his cock, imagining what it would feel like between my legs.
He runs the towel back down his chest, and my mind goes blank.
I can always search him up when I get home, it’s not like it really matters, right?
His gray gaze drops to my mouth, and I shudder.
It doesn’t matter at all.
Because I’d fuck him no matter what species or inhuman type of supernatural he is, knowing without a doubt it will go down as one of the highlights of my life.
Frank Stein will fuck like a monster, and oh my god I want him.
Just as I open my mouth to tell him just that, my gaze snags on a familiar bottle lying a couple feet from me.
“Is that my body wash?” My brow wrinkles and my lip curls in confusion as I glance at the shower gel bottle on the bathroom floor.
I take the short steps to reach it when hard hands catch me around the waist, and yelp as I’m pinned firmly between a hard dick and the bathroom door. My orange blossom body wash clatters to the floor as I smooth my hands down the hard muscle of Frank’s chest.
Oh my god, he feels sublime. He pins my arms above my head with one hand, and I bite my lip, my nipples hardening. His gaze darts over me and I arch a brow. I don’t mind being pinned and have no intentions of going anywhere, not with him wedged between my legs.
My pussy throbs when his big hands squeeze around my thighs, and heat uncurls in my abdomen.
“I have struggled to avoid and stay away from you for days, and you’ve tormented me for months hacking into my world the way you did,” he says, his breath teasing the shell of my ear.
I bite my lip at the word tormented, because I’ve been trying and it’s nice to see my efforts being rewarded. I’ve not had this much fun in ages.
I wrap my legs around him in response, well, as far as I can anyway. He’s a big boy.
Goosebumps spread across my shoulders, and my breaths start coming in short pants.
“I came to this shell of a house against my better judgment with the single objective of holding you here until a time I needed you, because you’re a known criminal twice over, a liar, and a human, and yet I still want you,” he continues.
The unforgiving wood of the door presses more firmly into the small of my back as he crowds me closer, his hands hardening on my legs, digging into my flesh as he confirms what I’ve known for a while now.
He’s not human.
“Umm—” I start to try to reply, but he cuts me off, pinching my lips closed with one hand.
He cocks his head as he pulls back to gaze at me, his attention dancing over my face as he holds me pinned with his torso, and pinching my mouth closed. The muscles in his stomach clench, sending his six-pack abs rippling.
Orange flecks light up in the gray of his irises and my stomach clenches with need as I look up at him. Thoughts of Aubrey, of what he could be, what the people in the village are, ghosts out of my mind as his gaze bores into me and lust pools deep in my belly again with just a look from him.
“Why did you want the laptop, Bernadette?” he asks.
“Curiosity mostly,” I mumble, looking away.
He palms my pussy and rakes one finger across my clit, sending sparks of need within me. “Curiosity killed the cat,” he whispers harshly in my ear just as he pushes one thick finger inside me.
I moan, instantly tilting my hips for more as I bite my lip and meet his gaze. “Does that mean you’re going to murder my pussy?”
He palms between my thighs, hard, and my nostrils flare as he readjusts me with one hand and the move somehow sends his fingers right where I want them most.
The booming is furious and incessant in my chest, like my heart is somehow trying to take flight.
Blood rushing in my ears is all I hear as I lick my lips, trying and failing to come up with some witty quip to put the bastard in his place, but I can’t think, not with his fingers running circles across my g-spot over and over again.
My nipples are hard points, lust burns in my being, my brain is muddled and blank of everything but the knowledge that Frank's hard cock is within reach, and I want it.
I’d do and say almost anything to have it right now, and he knows it, if the smirk on his full lips is any indication.
He sets me on my feet and steps back, leaving me reeling a bit as I lean a hip against the bathroom door. “Take off your shirt,” he rumbles.
A shudder rolls through me when he thrusts into his hand, the ball stud at the head of his dick glinting in the overhead lighting.
Hell yes, I want it. Who wouldn’t want it? Frank Stein’s dick is a masterpiece, thick and proud, at least three inches in diameter. I want to get a ruler to see if it will match up. He meets my gaze and smirks.
Sex with this man is going to be one for the books.
My hands trembling, I begin to undress for him and tear my shirt over my head uncaring where it lands, my chest rising and falling so much my breasts bounce.
I almost want to gloat with how his gaze seems latched to them as I back away and wait for his next edict as he wraps his towel around his waist.
“Go get on the bed.” He motions me toward the bedroom behind us with a wave of his hand.
I pout a little but bend to peel the rest of my leggings from my body, wondering what will happen next as I open the door and head to his bed.
It’s large and imposing in the center of the large, navy-blue room, his bedspread the same deep color as the walls.
I glance around and my nose wrinkles at the obvious lack of items in the room. There’s no furniture, just the bed, and I don’t know how I didn’t notice before. Every other room has a dresser, a couple of chairs, and nightstands. Frank’s is empty.
The lights flare to life as he walks into the room and makes his way to bed where I sit, still in my panties and bra.
He reaches out and touches my hip, goosebumps following his trailing touch.
I watch and wait as he reaches for my ankles next and smooths his big palms over them, squeezing and kneading my flesh.
Moans begin to pour from me as he continues his ministrations until I’m a relaxed and wet mess spread across his mattress. My hips lift on their own every time his big palms move and slide across my erogenous zones, and the desire to mount him rises.
His hands are huge, easily engulfing me and feeling as if he’s touching me everywhere at once as he boldly caresses my body like I’m his and he’s trying to learn me in a night.
A finger skates under the cotton of my underwear and pleasure spikes as I close my gaze.
“Ahhhh, oh my god. What are you doing?” I ask, belly flipping like mad at the touch of something cold and slippery at my entrance.
One finger dips along my folds and skates across my clit before sinking slowly inside me. My hips tilt of their own accord for him and I shudder when his fat finger rubs across my g-spot.
“Something to make sure you survive the night. My cock is large, and you’re not. As much as I want to punish you for what you’ve done, I don’t want to break you,” he says, removing his finger.
I bite my lip, realizing how swollen and wet I now am. My legs quiver as I try to hold still under him as he pulls my underwear from me, his gaze never wavering from my center.
I haven’t shaved in over two weeks, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a waxing, but Frank doesn’t seem to mind, his nostrils flaring as he dips his head to lick me.
“Oh my god, yesss.” The sound is a hiss between my teeth as I lie back, letting my night with Frank Stein happen.