Eighteen
EIGHTEEN
ALEXANDER
‘ Y ou did great, Frankie.’
‘I feel like an idiot. I should have just kept my mouth shut. What if they say something to Nick?’ Her chest rose erratically as she wiped away the tear tracks on her cheeks. ‘I didn’t mean to cry. Sorry.’
Taking her jaw in both hands, I kissed her gently. ‘Don’t apologise for having emotions. We all do. Let them have their moment, then go on, stronger for having felt them.’
‘But what if they come over here?’
I swept away a strand of hair that stuck to her cheek, hating seeing her eyes all puffy and red. ‘Then we’ll deal with it. Together.’
‘Promise?’ Her eyelashes melded together where the tears had wet them.
‘Yes. I’m so proud of you, baby. Sticking it out at college and then pursuing your dreams. So few people are brave enough to reach out and take life by the balls.’
A smile tipped her lips. ‘Can I reach out and take you by the balls?’
‘Brat.’ I laughed.
Her sweet moans filled my mouth, hips clashing in desperation. I adored the way her eyes rolled when I curved my spine, grinding deep into her.
'Shhh, you little she devil.' I spoke the words in a harried groan against her mouth. 'Never mind Nick, half of the state will hear you.'
'I can't help it. When you fuck me like that, I lose control of my mouth. Of everything.'
'When I fuck you.' I arched my hips again, grazing her inner walls with the heat of my cock. 'Like this?'
'Yessss,' she whimpered, wrapping her legs around my back to pull me in tighter. Her hands lay limp above her, tied together at the wrist with my belt.
Our bodies were slick where they met, sliding in wet, heated strokes. Francesca let out another loud moan, one that made my insides coil up with lust.
'If you can't be quiet, I'll have to stop.'
'Make me,' she challenged. Grinning, I picked up her discarded panties, wadding them up and shoving them in her mouth. 'Drop them and I'll stop fucking you.'
She gave me a mock glare, but her pupils blew at the dirty act.
'Laying there being fucked by an older man while sucking on your own filthy panties. What a perfect little slut you are, baby girl.'
She writhed beneath me, greedily sliding my cock in and out of her wetness.
'Look at you, taking it all like a champ now, aren't you? Not even the slightest struggle to take it all for me.' I reached between us and pinched her nipple, enjoying the muffled cry she gave. 'I'm sure I can always find something else to stretch...'
Reaching under her, I ran my fingers over her ass cheeks.
'Sweet girl, you'd let me fuck your pretty ass, wouldn't you?'
Her eyes widened.
'Not right now, baby. But when you come to Europe, I'm going to track you down and fill you until you leak from this perfect fucking ass. You loved it when I put my tongue there, didn't you?'
Francesca nodded eagerly. That's my girl .
Picking her up, I slammed us back against the wall, holding her bound wrists up over our heads with one hand, her ass filling the other. Using deep, powerful thrusts, I lost myself in sensation. Lost myself in her sweet sighs and the breathy noises beneath her panty gag.
'Fuckkkk, baby girl.' My balls tightened as her core gripped me, threatening to throw us both over the edge.
Her lips parted, red lace, darkened and wet, inside.
'Look at you, full of my fat dick one end and your filthy panties the other. Such a perfect little slut for me. You're going to come for me, won't you? Make me come all up in your sweet cunt.'
My arm holding her burned, veins popping, but I didn't slow my pace. Seeing her there, pinned between myself and the wall, writhing like a desperate little snake, had me fucking her all the harder, arching my hips with each stroke to elicit more needy gasps.
'I will never tire of this. You are so beautiful, baby. So perfect.' Her face tipped up, body tensing up as she fell over the edge into a harsh orgasm.
Despite the panty gag, she came with loud ferocity as I fucked her through the waves.
Letting go of her hands, I pulled the lace free, kissing her to swallow down her pleasure filled cries. Looping her tied hands around my neck, she melted against me, like a contracting, moaning pile of woman shaped putty.
I chased my orgasm, my balls tensing with the insane way her pussy clamped down on my cock.
'Fill me,' she pleaded, the desperate words sending waves of pleasure into me.
I threw her down onto the bed, moving behind her and lining myself up with her wet little cunt, pink from the vigorous fucking.
'You're so fucking wet, baby girl. Such a perfect mess for me. Your pussy all pink and puffy and just waiting for a hot load of my cum.'
'Yes,' she moaned into the bedsheets, wriggling her round ass to tempt me.
I didn't need any more convincing.
My eyes rolled as I slid into her, heat enveloping my painfully erect cock.
'Fuckkkkk. Frankie. You feel so damn good.'
Each harsh thrust made her yelp, her ass pushing back to welcome the ragged strokes.
'I'm going to come. To fill you up sweet girl. This cunt is mine.'
Movement caught my eye, the door opening as Nick stumbled into frame.
Shit .
'What the fuck?' he demanded. 'What the fuck are you doing?'
I didn't miss a stroke. Francesca's back tensed at his intrusion, but she gave a heady moan as I continued to fuck her roughly.
'I'm fucking my girl.'
'Your girl? She was mine. What kind of loser goes after his son's girlfriend?' His voice was high and whiny. Guilt nipped at me, but I knew he deserved this.
'Get out,' I growled. 'She was never your girl.'
The door slammed as he retreated, and I gripped Frankie's hips tightly, losing myself in those last blissful strokes before finishing.
As I came, I pinned her to the bed beneath me, kissing her languidly on the back of the neck.
'Mine,' I groaned. 'All. Fucking. Mine.'
I didn't stop the erratic jerks of my hips until I'd given her every last drop.
'Should we have stopped?' she murmured into the sheets.
'No. He stole enough of your pleasure. You owe him nothing.' Pulling free from her, I rolled her over and kissed her, taking my time to relish in her sweet mouth. To make sure she was okay before I had to deal with Nick. 'You haven't done anything wrong, Francesca. He's an idiot.'
Though I wasn't free from guilt. From the moment I'd seen Francesca, I'd worked to steal her from my son. Yes, he didn't deserve her, but I likely didn't either.
Nick stood in his bedroom, shoving clothes into a rucksack, haste and anger driving him.
His anger took me somewhat by surprise. It was the most I’d seen him react to anything in years.
‘You didn’t care about her,’ I said, leaning against the frame. Despite my assurance that he truly didn’t deserve her, it still broke my heart to have his rage directed at me. ‘Why are you so mad?’
‘Mom always said you’d let me down.’
‘Let you down? Fuck, Nick. I’ve tried everything to keep our relationship going.’
‘Like what? Expecting me to waste my summer here with you every year?’ His face reddened as he tipped out his toiletries into the case.
‘I’ve given up everything to spend time with you. You barely look away from the screen long enough to acknowledge I exist, and you did the same to Francesca.’ When would he see the part he played in all of this?
‘You don’t give a fuck about her. Or me. It’s all just about you.’ Nick’s voice grew a mocking air as he continued. ‘I was only a teen when I had you. It’s been soooo hard for me. So hard that I stole your girlfriend because I can’t get my own.’
‘Nick.’
‘Woe is me. I knocked up a girl and my son ruined my life.’ He continued, and I sighed.
‘I did everything I could,’ I said, the words sounding hollow.
‘Except moving here. You could have been here.’ Rejection filled his voice, and for the first time in a long time I saw a glimpse of the boy he’d been.
‘We weren’t married. It wasn’t that easy. I was fifteen.’ My heart ached. It was becoming more obvious that Nick’s resentment ran far deeper than just Frankie and me being together.
‘Sorry, Nick.’ Francesca’s voice came from behind me.
‘It’s not about you,’ he said. ‘I couldn’t give a fuck about you and my dad. You didn’t mean anything to me.’
I looped an arm around Frankie’s shoulders. ‘Don’t talk to her like that.’
‘Why? What are you going to do? Is her pussy so good you’d move here for her? No. You can’t, right? I’m done with you, Dad. Done with your bullshit attempts to force a relationship on me. I don’t care about you. I’m out.’
‘Nick,’ I said, moving forward.
‘Don’t touch me. I’ll get the rest of my shit and be gone by morning.’
He pushed past Frankie and me, and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Fighting the urge to go after him. After everything, he was still my kid.
Frankie placed a hand on my arm, her eyes wide. ‘Let him go, give him space.’
‘What if I don’t see him again?’
‘You will. He needs time and space. He’s stuck in a selfish cycle, stuck blaming you when you tried your best. Do you regret us? Do you want me to go?’ Francesca slid her hand down to grip my fingers.
‘No, sweetie. Stay. I’ll figure this out.’
Spending the summer with Francesca had been the best time I’d had in years. In her arms, I felt whole for the first time in forever. Even with the breakdown of my relationship with Nick, I couldn’t regret her.
‘I don’t regret a single minute with you, baby.’ I cupped her chin, grazing her lips with my own. ‘Even after this, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.’