42 Francesca
I’m frankly impressed that we managed to get into the house with Ryan holding me the way he is. He’s using one hand to hold me under my butt and with the other he fishes his keys out and unlocks the door.
“Ahh- don’t drop me!” I squeal as he kicks the door shut behind us.
“I won’t, baby. I’m never letting you go again, remember?” His words make my heart thump a bit.
He doesn’t turn on a light. Doesn’t stop to ask if I want to watch TV or grab a snack. He just carries me straight to my bedroom.
“You’re going to have to let me down at some point,” I tease. “I do have two other men in my life, you know?”
I wince as the words leave my mouth. I meant it to be cute, but is it weird? Awkward?
What’s the protocol here? Do we talk about the others? Do we ignore that I’m dating all three of them? Do I even get to feel nervous or awkward right now? I mean, I did just make out with all of them in front of each other so maybe it’s not as complicated as I think.
“Hey- where did you go?” Ryan asks, snapping me back to the moment.
“Just thinking about… sharing,” I mumble.
He sits on the edge of the bed, still holding me in his lap, so that I’m straddling him.
“It’ll be fine,” he says, his voice steady and soothing. “We’re all on the same page, so the details… they’ll work themselves out.”
“But like… if you and I, you know, hook up- do I tell them? Do I not? What about the two of them? I just don’t want to mess this up, or make things awkward, or…”
My words trail off.
“Baby,” he interrupts gently, lifting my chin so I look at him, “relax. You don’t need to manage anyone’s feelings. All you need to do is be yourself.”
“Promise?” I whisper.
“Promise. I trust those men with my life, which means I trust them with you.”
I let his words sink in and nod, pressing my forehead to his.
“Okay,” I murmur. “I trust you too. And them. And this.”
He smiles, soft and slow, and then leans in and kisses me. It settles me and sets me on fire at the same time. My hands slide up his arms, the feel of his muscles under my hands is so sexy I whimper a bit.
“What?” he says, whispering as his lips ghost my ear.
“Nothing. You are just… hot,” I say, blushing a bit.
He leans back a bit and looks at me, with a little grin that is ridiculously sexy, then he reaches for the bottom of his shirt. He one quick move he pulls it up and over his head.
That now-familiar flutter low in my stomach reemerges at the sight of his beautiful body.
“Glad you think so,” he says. Then he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips and reaches for the bottom of my shirt. He asks without words and I nod, allowing him to pull it up and over my head.
He kisses me again, this time trailing down my jaw, to my neck.
My body reacts before my brain can catch up- heat, nerves, that flutter that’s quickly turning into an almost painful ache deep in my core.
Without thinking, I start moving my hips and my clit rubs against him. It’s electric and I suck in a breath.
“You good?” he asks.
I nod, then laugh quietly. “Yeah. I’m…”
“Turned on?” he offers, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth.
A groan escapes me and I bury my face against his shoulder.
“Oh my God.”
His laugh rumbles through his chest. As it fades I decide to just be honest.
“I’m also a little terrified.”
“Hey,” he says gently. “We don’t have to do anything-” he says, shifting away from me.
“No- I want to. I want this. I want you.”
He pauses, studying my face for a second. Then he nods. “We should talk about-”
“I’m on the pill and have never been with anyone, you know that. Can we skip all that and just get to the good part?”
He laughs and picks me up, turning and laying me on the bed.
“Yeah. Let’s get to the good part.”
He starts pressing kisses down my body, snaking his hands behind me to unhook my bra. When he stands back and pulls it off me, the look he gives me takes my breath away.
“But just to be clear,” he rubs the back of his neck once. “I haven’t exactly been sleeping around. There’ve been a couple people over the years, but not for a long while, and I got tested after the last one.”
His gaze lifts back to mine, softer now. More vulnerable than I’m used to seeing.
“I don’t think I want to hear about others.”
“I know. I just need you to know I’d never be careless with you.” His mouth twitches once before he says quietly, “God, Frankie. I love you.”
“I know,” I say softly. “I think I’ve always known.”
He reaches for the button of my jeans and I lift my hips to help him. A moment later they're gone, along with my underwear and the last of the nerves I'd been carrying.
I should feel exposed. Maybe self-conscious.
Instead, I just feel seen.
Because this is Ryan.
No one has ever made me feel more cherished than he does. There's never been a moment with him where I felt like I had to be anything other than exactly who I am.
My chest tightens at the thought.
At him.
By the time he steps back, he's smiling at me in that soft, familiar way that still makes my heart flutter.
Then he sheds his own clothes and… oh God.
Ryan has always been beautiful.
But somehow, standing here now, looking at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen, he's never looked more perfect. My eyes trail down to where he’s slowly stroking himself and I swallow.
“Hey,” he says softly, catching my gaze when he notices me staring. “Still okay?”
“Yes,” I say immediately. Then, quieter, more honestly, “I just… you are perfect and now I want to be perfect and I want this to be perfect.”
Something shifts in his expression at that- something tender, almost fierce. He climbs onto the bed, careful not to crowd me, bracing his weight on his forearms like he’s giving me space even while he closes the distance.
“Frankie,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine, “this doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be ours.”
I nod, my throat tight.
“And baby, you are perfect,” he says before kissing me again, slower now, deeper. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth, the weight of his body on mine.
“Tell me if anything feels wrong,” he says quietly.
“I will,” I promise.
His fingers trail down, spreading my legs. When they graze my clit, I jolt.
“Relax, baby,” he says with a soft chuckle.
“Okay,” I breathe out as I feel him press a finger into me.
He groans, dropping his head to kiss me some more. “Fuck, baby- you’re so tight. You okay?”
I nod. “Uh huh…I want, I want more,” I moan.
I feel some more pressure inside me, then some more on my clit as he presses sweet kisses to my face, my neck, my chest. All of it feels incredible and I feel my body tense, as I hurtle toward an orgasm almost embarrassingly quickly.
He does something with his fingers inside me and I detonate, arching my back and throwing my head back as I cry out his name.
I’m lying there, sucking in deep breaths when I hear Ryan.
“Frankie, open your eyes.”
I hadn’t realized I’d closed them, but I open them and watch as he braces himself on the bed with one hand while the other takes his hand and moves until I feel him pressing against me.
He enters me almost painfully slow. I’m braced for pain, but there is none.
Just a slow, constant stretching that almost makes it hard to breathe.
I’m so focused on the sensation that for a few moments I don’t realize Ryan is speaking, uttering a constant stream of the sweetest words and phrases I could imagine.
“I don’t think you understand how much I love you.”
“Jesus Christ, I want to feel this forever.”
“You are everything, Frankie, everything.”
“I love you.”
The last one is said over and over again until I feel his hips go flush to my body and for a moment, I can’t breathe.
“Oh my god,” I moan, dragging the sound out. I can’t help it- my head falls to the side, my eyes close and I just feel.
It’s overwhelming and incredible and just feels right.
I cling to him, holding him, pulling his chest against mine as he rocks in and out of me, over and over, each stroke driving me higher.
“Holy shit- it’s better that I dreamed,” he says, pushing up on his arms and staring down our bodies at where we are joined. “Fuck, Frankie, you’re taking me so well. It’s like you were made for me, like this pussy was made to stretch around my cock.”
I hear an odd sound and realize it’s me. A soft, helpless keening noise dragged out of me by the sensations, by his words, by everything.
Then he drops down, shifting his body and somehow going deeper. He braces himself over me, hands tangling in my hair as he cradles my head while he continues to thrust in and out, over and over.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking perfect for me.” His forehead presses against mine as he groans. “Shh, baby. You better quiet down or Christian and Jamie are going to hear how good you’re getting fucked and break down the door to get in here.”
At those last words, at the thought of them somehow being a part of this, I splinter. I squeeze my eyes so tight white spots form and am not even sure what the noises are that are coming out of my mouth.
Ryan pushes himself up on his hands and continues to thrust, his moves getting faster. “Oh God, Frankie, I wanna feel you around me forever.”
My body is still thrumming, my breath catching with each thrust. I’m still pulsing with aftershocks when he drives deep and sucks in air through his teeth. He throws his head back, then groans out my name, low and wrecked.
For a moment, neither of us moves.
We just stay there, frozen for a second. Then he drops his forehead to mine, both of us still breathing hard. His shifts, then he leans down and kisses me.
“You okay?” he asks when he pulls back, studying me.
“Yeah. I’m happy,” I say. “I’m really, really happy.”
He smiles and rolls us so he’s on his back with me on top of him. “Good. Me too.”
I’m just starting to drift when a muffled sound comes through the wall- low voices, then, “oh my god, Chris.”
I freeze.
Ryan tilts his head. “Did you hear that?”
I snort before I can stop myself.
Ryan laughs quietly into my shoulder. “Wow.”
A muffled cry of “Jamie” comes next and I can’t hold back my giggles.