13. Chapter 13 #3
“Fuck,” Sam moaned, trembling again at the sensation and loving how Frankie’s thick, deliciously long cock seemed to fit perfectly against his. They were both aching and hard. Frankie glanced between them. Hands were everywhere, all at once, moving, grasping, touching, and squeezing.
Sam undulated, needing the friction, and so did Frankie, who rocked his hips forward, their cocks brushing and bodies stirring with need.
He wasn’t sure who moved first—either he stepped back, or Frankie pushed him back—it didn’t fucking matter. He was on the bed, his back pressed against the soft bedding, and Frankie followed, climbing on top of him and kissing him hungrily, urgently.
They made out for several minutes, letting their bodies slide and grind and feel each other for the first time on the bed.
Breathless and so hard he was leaking all over the place, Sam urgently reached for his nightstand, opening the drawer with the condoms and lube.
Frankie arched his eyebrow at the condoms. “When was the last time you were tested?”
“Last month.”
“You good?”
Sam nodded.
“Me too,” Frankie replied softly.
They stared.
“Are you sure?” Sam asked, his heart beating out of his chest at the idea of Frankie fucking him raw.
Jesus, yes.
Frankie reached between them, grabbing both their dicks in his paw-like hand and yanking upward, demonstrating his intent.
Sam bucked, and Frankie smiled dangerously over him, kissing him brutally and slanting his lips over his, demanding everything from him. He whimpered, bucking again at the press of their cocks, the calloused hand wrapped around him, and the harsh, yet commanding kiss.
“I’m fuckin’ sure, Sam.”
His heart stopped. Not Sammy—not even baby. But Sam.
Frankie continued to surprise him, sliding down his body and…
His head dropped back onto the pillow in complete surrender, and his hips arched the moment Frankie’s lips descended on his dick, palming and sucking him into his mouth.
“Oh fuck…!”
Frankie growled, the vibrations of it curling his toes as his best friend expertly sucked his dick.
Kill me now. It’s never going to get better than this.
He watched the beautiful display of Frankie’s head dip up and down his shaft, taking him in deep and then shallow, stroking with his tongue and hand.
His dark black locks fell over his forehead, the muscles of his shoulders and arms propped him up, and his open mouth slowly sank over the hard flesh.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Sam gasped.
Frankie rewarded him by sucking harder, eyes flickering up to him, stripping him of his armor with a simple look.
Shivering, he reached for him, needing to touch him, his fingers scraping through that thick black hair.
“Ah—fuck… the number of times I’ve fantasized about you… fuck… yes… just like that, baby.”
Frankie groaned and gagged on him, saliva trickling messily and so fucking sexy all over his dick. Sam jerked, balls tightening against his body, the sweeping feeling of the orgasm already there, demanding release.
No, not fucking yet!
He needed to last.
He felt Frankie’s throat convulse and open, deepening him into his throat.
Oh my…!
“Fuck!” He groaned, biting his lower lip, “Good… fucking…” Frankie somehow did it again, taking him so deep that his throat swallowed around him. He jerked, practically leaping up, and shouted, “…boy!”
Frankie stilled, their eyes colliding.
Sam, deciding to be true to himself, raked his fingers through Frankie's hair, inching himself slowly in and out of his gorgeous mouth, which was unmoving but open for him. “You like that, baby?”
Frankie’s eyes dilated to pitch black.
Sam’s heart galloped in his chest, recognizing the stark, almost angry hunger reflected there.
“Being so good to me,” he praised slowly, taking his time with Frankie’s mouth.
Sliding in and out. Frankie whimpered. “Taking care of me. Doing my dishes, making me cum, sucking my dick, complimenting me… My good… good fuckin’ boy. ”
Frankie gasped and abruptly pushed off him, grabbing his own dick, pinching the tip as though to stop himself from…
He sat up, reaching between his legs and squeezing his tight balls.
Frankie jerked against him, cursing furiously, face flushed with embarrassment.
He had no idea Frankie was so sensitive to praise.
And not just any praise—but the praise. He smiled, feeling like he had just won something special.
He slowly kissed Frankie’s neck, his body trembling against him as Frankie worked to bring himself back down from the edge of the orgasm he clearly was about to have.
Sam was thrumming with pure delight at discovering this about his best friend and savagely tongued his rapidly beating pulse.
Frankie was straddling him, leaking all over him from his praise.
“You liked that?” he teased, edging his teeth over the skin below his ear. He wanted to mark him. Brusie him. Leave a part of himself, the way Frankie was forever imprinted on him.
“Fuck…” Frankie moaned, his hips humping into him, their bodies tangled.
His kiss became a suck, drawing his tight skin into his mouth. “You like being mine, Frankie?”
The larger man trembled on top of him, breathing hard.
“My good boy…” he whispered again. And to his amazement, Frankie groaned.
It was a low, sensual sound that he’d never heard him make before, and fuck, his cock swelled painfully hard.
Frankie bucked against him, grabbing him roughly by the shoulder and pinning him down onto the bed, his eyes lit fiercely.
“Fuckin’ stop!”
He purposefully arched upwards, dragging his hard cock against his. “You don’t like it?”
Frankie’s jaw clenched, and he was transported back to the car, where Frankie had resisted him just like this.
“Show me how much you don’t like it,” Sam rasped.
Frankie’s lower lip trembled, his chest heaving.
Every word, every kiss, everything was becoming too much.
And if he wasn’t careful, he might say something stupid and confess the words written on his fucking soul.
But he couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t survive the rejection—rejection he already knew would eventually come.
Because Frankie didn’t belong to him. He belonged to some faceless woman and family, with a fucking white picket fence and his vintage cars parked on the driveway.
Sam began to turn away, onto his stomach, and Frankie stilled, hand on his hip, stopping him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, panting.
“I just thought this way might be…” Sam hesitated. “Easier for you.”
“Easier?” Frankie’s eyes sharpened.
“It’s your first time doing this with—”
“You.”
“…a man,” he finished.
Frankie’s jaw twitched.
Sam sighed, “I can lie on my stomach or back.”
“I know how this works,” Frankie grunted, anger flaring unexpectedly on his face as he pushed him back down and forced him to face him.
“When are you gonna get it through that thick fuckin’ skull of yours that I’m doing this with you.
I want you, dammit. I wanna see you cum. I wanna see your face when I fuck you.”
He couldn’t hold back the gasp as Frankie slipped between his open legs, pushing them apart, invading the space and taking up so much room that Sam had to lift his hips to accommodate his size. “I want to see everything, baby. No more hiding.”
He let out a whoosh from his chest and roughly felt Frankie’s hands clasp his pecs, over his nipples and stomach, before reaching up to stroke the side of his face.
“Are you sure?” Sam breathed, flushing.
Frankie stared down at his reddening cheeks and smiled affectionately. “I’m sure.”
He sucked in a breath and exhaled.
“You’re beautiful.” Frankie dropped kisses along his neck and down his chest. “I thought so the first time I ever saw you.”
“You didn’t.”
He hummed, “I thought you were too handsome to be Papi’s grandkid. I never noticed freckles on a man until you. Or your stupid fuckin’ dimple.”
Sam laughed, relaxing. “I’ve always thought you were the handsome one. I always wanted to punch you in the face to bring you back down to the rest of us.”
Frankie’s teeth nipped over his nipple, and he squirmed.
“And you took that fuckin’ shot, didn’t ya?
” Frankie sucked his nipple into his mouth, sending fireworks bursting into his bloodstream.
“But that’s you, ain’t it, baby? Always takin’ the first shot, even when it scares you.
Ever since—” he hesitated, eyes locked with his.
“Ever since you kissed me at Papi’s service.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you. ”
“Because I surprised you,” he reasoned, refusing to let it be anything more, unsure he could bear it if it was more, only to have it taken from him.
Emotion passed over Frankie’s face and he nodded, “Yeah, a little bit of that, and… how you kissed me. No one kisses like you, Sam.”
All breath escaped his body.
Frankie’s cock was so hard, pressing against his as he shifted between them, tossing Sam’s leg over his hip, hand reaching between and…
He jerked, feeling Frankie’s calloused, rough hand palm his ass and bit his lower lip, eyes darkening as his fingers searched and found what he was looking for.
Sam nearly wept at the sensation and suddenly realized that he’d never been with anyone as big as Frankie.
He snatched the lube off the nightstand, squirting some on his fingers, and sliding it over his entrance, shivering as he realized Frankie was watching everything under hooded eyelids.
He shoved Sam’s lubed fingers away, replacing them with his own, and he damn near shot off the bed as he knuckled the tight hole before fingering him.
“Frank…!”
Frankie stroked him a few times, swirling around the puckered hole, and then watched his hip muscles rear back, all tanned, hard skin and muscle proudly displayed before him as Frankie’s cock pressed against his entrance.
A moan, slow and primal, tore from his throat, while simultaneously, Frankie panted out a gasping whimper as he slowly inched forward, his thick head easing inside him.
Fuck. It was really happening.