Chapter 31
Keel realized his mistake. He should have told her that he was getting the lube just to make it easier for her. He had no intention of doing anything she didn’t want.
“Hey, we’re not doing anal. I would never toss in a surprise like that without a full discussion of what you wanted. I just know I’m big and I don’t want this to hurt.”
Her gaze flew from his cock to his face, then back to his cock, which was still hard. They should have talked more. He could have done a better job of preparing her for what he liked.
“Seriously, I don’t want to take advantage of you, and I think guys who do shit like that are dumb. If we do something kinky in the bedroom, it’s going to be something we both agree on.”
“So you weren’t going to…you know, slide it in my ass as a surprise?”
“Hell no. I wouldn’t even do that with a one-night stand. That’s not me, and that’s not a surprise. Surprise is, hey, I got you a cake or flowers or maybe a vibrator that you’d expressed interest in.”
Frankie’s lips thinned, and he knew he had to talk her down, so sex probably wasn’t happening. He set the lube on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I kind of like vanilla sex. I know the image is that guys are supposed to be all freaky and into doing shit like anal and other wild stuff. But I like skin-to-skin contact and honest connections. That’s why I don’t get into one-offs.
I mean, after my ex left, I went to clubs and had sex with women I had no intention of ever seeing again.
But somewhere in my mid to late twenties, I realized that wasn’t me.
I don’t like sex with strangers. Maybe that’s why I got married so young, because I thought what we had was real. ”
“He used to let his friends fuck my ass.”
Keel couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping his lips, and he couldn’t stop the fierce anger that rose for her. “Are you fucking kidding me? What a fucking piece of shit.” He held up a hand and blew out a breath. “Sorry, that just hit hard. I don’t want to yell, but that fucking pisses me off.”
She put her hand on his shoulder and sat up. Her breasts were against his arm, and he almost moaned from the warmth of her body against his.
“I shouldn’t have assumed you were like him.”
He turned to face her, trying hard to keep his emotions level. “Never, not ever, would I put you in that position. I don’t need wild sex, all I want is to hold you and make you feel good about yourself.”
Frankie moved, straddling his lap. He gasped as her pussy grazed against his cock.
“I want to try this again. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
He shook his head, trying to clear the lust-filled thoughts running through his mind. It wasn’t working.
His cock was so hard he thought he was going to blow. “I should grab a condom.”
She nodded. “Yeah. I haven’t had a period in over a year, so I don’t know anything about when or if I ovulate.”
He brushed his lips over hers. “I’m sorry you have suffered so much.”
“Are the condoms in here?”
“I grabbed one when I grabbed the lube.”
She reached over, grabbed the condom, and then opened the package. She slid off his lap and rolled the condom onto his cock while he grabbed the lube, squirting some onto his hand.
He lubed up and was ready to move to the center of the bed and give her room to stretch out, but she straddled him again, then reached between them and grasped his cock, positioning it so she could sink down on him.
It was slow going because she was tight. He didn’t rush her at all, letting her lower herself at her own speed. With her hands on his shoulders, she leveraged herself up, then sank down again.
He wanted more contact, but first, he wanted her to come again, so he played with her nipples, hoping the friction would help build her orgasm.
When her eyes rolled up in her head, and her mouth hung open, he knew she was close. She moved slowly, her head thrown back as passion flowed between them.
Frankie had almost blown it. The assumptions in her head had almost made her miss out on this mind-blowing sex. Keel knew exactly how to touch her to take her higher. She was going to come on his cock.
She wished they could do this without a condom, but first, she had to figure out if she would ever be able to have kids, and she knew she needed a bunch of tests.
Just the way he touched her and held her was thrilling, but being with him like this was more than she expected. Did he really want her to stay with him?
He rolled her nipples between his fingers, setting off an explosion inside. She lost her ability to move and rested her head on his shoulder.
Gasping for breath was the most she could accomplish at the moment, and she was thankful when Keel wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her just a tiny amount before pushing her down so her pussy swallowed his cock.
She wished she could watch him enter her, but she was trying to concentrate on breathing and not passing out. This was more than lust, more than desire. She felt things for Keel that scared the hell out of her.
A feeling of overwhelm hit just as he came. He pulled her closer, and she plastered herself against him so he couldn’t see her face as panic rushed through her.
What was she doing? Keel hadn’t talked her into this. She’d done it willingly. She wanted to feel him, but why so much worry after? He’d worn a condom, he’d said all the right things, but hadn’t the thing with Forest started this way?
She didn’t regret having sex with Keel, but she also didn’t feel one hundred percent right about it, either. She was messed up and needed help. Why couldn’t life be easier?
She drew in a slow breath, trying to calm down. The fright and worry cleared a little, and she was able to breathe easier. Getting her shit together was paramount. She couldn’t spend her life thinking that everyone was like Forest.
Keel was a good man. But was she a good enough person to be with him?
She didn’t have her shit together, and the panic racing through her showed her just how messed up she was.
She wanted Keel, craved his touch. Being with him had been very satisfying, but also frightening to the point she felt the need to run.