CHAPTER 36
FRANKIE
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I don’t actually remember falling asleep. We talked quietly with each other last night about random things. I could tell Wren didn’t actually want to get into anything too personal, and I wasn’t going to push him.
I’m still curled up against his side, his arm is gently draped around me. I try to shift away from him carefully and see his brows furrow before he opens them slowly to look at me.
“You stayed?”
He says groggily.
“Yeah, sorry. I fell asleep too.”
“Thank you, Chess.”
I look at him confused and he gives me a small smile. “Talking with you was nice. I’m glad you’re no longer afraid to be near me.”
“I have to admit, I didn’t expect to enjoy talking with you as much as I did,”
I laugh. I lean down and give him a quick kiss on the lips, and I pull back to see his eyes wide in surprise.
He grips the back of my neck and pulls my face back down towards his. I moan into his mouth when his tongue slips through my lips to press against mine. “More,”
he growls, sucking on my bottom lip.
“You seem to be feeling better,” I tease.
“Getting there,”
he chuckles. He rolls over on top of me and devours my mouth. His hands slip into mine and he shifts them above my head, pinning them there. He’s restraining me but I actually don’t mind it. I feel like if I shifted out of his grip, he would let me go instantly and I don’t feel panic from it.
He really is different.
I drag my legs up his thighs and loop them around his hips. I feel him smile against my mouth before he pulls back to look at me. “You still want me? So yesterday wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing?”
He kisses my jaw, and I bite my lip at the goosebumps rippling across my skin.
“I told you I want to see how this goes. I need a bit more trial and error before I decide whether or not this is worth the hassle.”
He lets out a cute little disgruntled breath and leans his forehead against my chest. His tussled hair tickles against my throat, and if he didn’t still have my hands pinned, I would run my fingers through the soft strands.
“Now you’re calling me a hassle,”
he snorts. “You really know how to shred a man’s ego.”
“Hmm, well, you have a big dick, so that has to count for something.”
He lifts his head and gives me a devilish smirk. “Your personality needs work though.”
His face falls and I can’t help the laughter bubbling up my throat. “I’m kidding, Wren. Your personality is too shitty to work on.”
He rolls his eyes and shifts himself back from me, releasing my hands. He tugs his shirt off over his head and braces himself on his arms, placed on either side of me. “Does my body at least make up for the shitty personality?”
“I’ll admit, you’re easy on the eyes.”
He shifts his hands to my shirt, and I gasp as he rips it down the middle, completely exposing my chest to him. His hands cup my breasts, and he leans down, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, sucks on it gently, and a sharp jolt rips through me when he gently nips it between his teeth. The sensation radiates through me, right down to my pussy, and I squirm under him as he does the same thing to the other one.
He trails his mouth down my stomach and grips his fingers into the edge of my shorts. I glance down at him and he’s staring up at me through his lashes as he tugs them down off my legs. He buries his face against my clit, and I feel like he’s completely consuming me. My orgasm burns through me as I claw at his scalp, moaning out his name.
“Roll over,”
he murmurs, licking his lips. He shifts back off the bed and drops his pants to the floor. “On your knees, Chess.”
My entire body tightens in anticipation as I feel the bed shift behind me. His fingers trail lightly across my ass and up my back. He runs his hand up the back of my neck and fists his hand into my hair as he slowly slides his cock into me. He pulls it back out and I whine out a breath at the sudden emptiness. He slides into me again, inch by inch and pulls out of me again.
“Wren!”
I huff out. “Stop teasing me and just fuck me already.”
“Beg me for it, Chess. Beg me to fuck your cunt.”
His hand tightens into my hair further and my hands curl into the sheets in frustration.
“Fuck you,”
I spit out, which makes him laugh.
“Close, but not quite,”
he teases. He barely grazes his tip against me, and I shift my hips back, trying to get him further into me. “None of that. Tell me what you want, Chess. Tell me how much you want this dick inside of you.”
“Is your ego that fragile that you need me to tell you? Is my naked ass in front of you not enough?”
He smacks my ass lightly and a small moan betrays me at how much I actually liked that. “You have some kinks,”
he laughs. He rams his cock into me hard but doesn’t move. This is almost worse than him teasing me with the slow play. He’s pressing right up into me perfectly and it’s like an itch I can’t scratch.
“Fuck, Wren. Please! Please fuck me.”
I’m embarrassed at myself for giving in like that, but I need him to finish what he started.
“Such a dirty fucking girl, begging me to fuck you,”
he snorts.
“You made me fucking do it, you prick!”
He slams into me again and sparks cross my vision as my body lights up from him finally fucking me properly. “I don’t think I made you do anything.”
He tugs my head back hard and my scalp tingles at the force. “Admit it, Chess. Just the thought of me fucking you makes you wet. You crave my dick just as much as I crave your pussy.”
Fuck.
I gotta hand it to him, he’s pretty decent at the dirty talk. Him calling me out right now is turning me on further. Until yesterday, I never acknowledged any form of sexual desire, but after he showed me what it’s meant to be like…I just can’t get enough if it. It’s like my mind and body are trying to make up for lost time. I want every inch of him. I do crave him and the pleasure he can provide me.
“Fine!”
I gasp out as he rails into me harder and faster. “I fucking love the way you fuck me, Wren.”
“Fuck, Chess,”
he groans. I feel his lips press against my back as he curls his arms around me. He’s panting heavily and the small moans of pleasure escaping him, has me completely unraveling around him. My pussy tightens around his cock as he continues to slam into me harder. His hands move to my hips, gripping into me hard enough to bruise. My body feels like it’s about to give out as he pushes my orgasm further. It’s like I have no control over the sensations pulsing through me as I scream out his name, coming again.
I can barely catch my breath as he settles in next to me on his stomach. I glance over at him and run my fingers gently over his tattoos. His eyes close and a small smiles spreads across his lips.
“I’m fucking exhausted again,”
he mumbles into the pillow.
“I think you went a little overboard for how early it is,” I laugh.
“Maybe, but I think it was worth it.”
He settles his hand on my back and slowly rubs his fingers against my skin in small patterns. I let out a small sigh at how nice it feels. “Have I been good for you?”
He asks quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“Has sex with me been satisfying you.”
“Wren, you made me come three times just this morning.”
“Just because you come, doesn’t mean you’re enjoying it.”
His tone is harsh and my breath hitches in my throat at how true that is.
“Yes, Wren…you’ve been good for me.”
I can’t help choking out the words at the end, and he shifts closer to me, placing a small kiss on my forehead.
“I’m glad.”
“I’m going to go put some coffee on,”
I say as I try to steer this conversation to something less depressing. “Can I borrow a shirt since you obliterated mine.”
“Sure,”
he laughs. “There are t-shirts in the second drawer on the left.”
“Can…can I wear one of your dress shirts?”
He quirks an eyebrow at me and a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “You can wear whatever you want, Chess.”
I get up and move to his closet, pulling down one of the silky white dress shirts hanging there. I slip it on over my body, and I can’t help running my fingers over the material. “That looks sexy as fuck on you.”
I look at him over my shoulder and he’s sitting up in the bed now. His eyes flash dangerously as they rake over my body. The shirt is big enough to cover everything and even hits me mid thigh. He really is a big guy…in every way imaginable.
I turn towards him and slowly do up the buttons as I watch him watching me. He pins his tongue between his teeth in the most sensual way and his eyes roll back as he closes his eyes.
“What were you just thinking of now?”
I whisper.
His eyes open slowly, and he licks his lips as he props himself up against his headboard. “Just thinking of all the ways I want to ravage that perfect fucking body of yours, and all the things I want to do to you to make you come over and over again.”
I bite my lip and grip into the edge of the shirt, dropping my eyes to the ground. “I want to completely devour you, Chess, but I’ll stay within the boundaries you set before me.”
“I’m…curious to see what you come up with,”
I laugh. The thought is both thrilling and embarrassing. “I’ll be back with some caffeine, my lord.”
He cackles out a laugh as I walk away from him and out into the kitchen.
I have no idea where anything is, but he keeps things pretty organized, almost to an anal level.
“Wren, I think we need to talk about what happened yesterday.”
My body freezes at the sound of Alex’s voice coming from the doorway. “Frankie?! What are you doing here so early? Is that…is that Wren’s shirt?”
I turn around to look at him and my cheeks feel like they’re on fire as he stares at me in complete shock. “Morning, Alex.”
Fuck.