46. Frankie
FRANKIE
Logan's departure is harder than I expect.
I drive him to the airport early Sunday morning, and we sit in the car, neither of us wanting to say goodbye.
“I’ll see you in a month,” I promise. That’s the only way we’re going to get through this, if we find visits at least every four weeks. This week has shown me that’s my limit.
“And then I get to make out with you in my childhood bedroom,” he says, playing with my fingers. “A real treat for both of us.”
“Don’t make me laugh when I want to cry.”
“I have this fleece blanket that’s easily twenty-five years old…”
I start giggling.
He tugs me closer and brings my hand to his beard, his throat, the back of his neck. I hold on tight and he kisses me.
“What are you going to do for the rest of the day?”
“I have to make a plan for next week. And I might go the suture lab this afternoon.”
“Talk stitches to me, Dr. Francesca.”
I trace a scar on his cheek. “You’ve got lots of experience with them.”
“Maybe one day you’ll have to fix me up.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Make me.”
Now it’s my turn to kiss him, and it’s hungry. Time is running out. Did we have enough sex? Did we see enough of LA to make a decision for a house when he’ll be far away?
When we break apart, it’s really time for him to go.
Silently, we get out of the car. I walk him to security and watch until he’s out of sight.
I don’t cry.
I think about a fleece blanket that he’s had his entire life. How ordinary that is, how nice it’ll be to see it in person.
Soon.
When I get back to the house, Sloane and Liz are waiting with coffee and pancakes. And then I open my laptop for the first time in six days and get back to work.
I’m in the reading room, looking at x-rays, when I get a text message from Sloane two days later.
Sloane
A package arrived for you today
I’m not allowed to open it
She attaches a photo. The mailing address is neatly written out in black Sharpie. The return address is Logan’s. And he’s added a hand-drawn warning label that reads, For Frankie’s eyes only, Sloane do not open.
I muffle a laugh, not wanting to distract anyone.
Frankie
I love that he knows you so well
When I get home that night, I call him as I take the box to my room.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He looks and sounds tired, but his smile is easy and makes his eyes crinkle.
I grin back. “How was your day?”
He growls something under his breath.
“That good, huh? Well, I got mail…” I lift the box into view. “I waited to open it with you.”
“It’s just something new to play with while we’re apart.” His gaze hoods as I rip away the tape.
Inside are two smaller boxes, one clearly labelled as lube, which makes my ears burn, because it’s a clue for what’s inside the other, more discreet box.
“I stopped at a store on my way home from the airport. I was thinking about you and I got so hard, I had to pace back and forth in the aisle before I could go to the counter.”
“You wouldn’t be the first person to get aroused in sex shop.”
He groans. “Don’t say it like that, it sounds so depraved.”
I open the box with the toy and lift it up, hoping he can tell I’m delighted. “Excuse me, husband, but is this a butt plug?”
“Okay, I’m a little depraved.” He rakes his lower lip with his teeth. “It’s the smallest one they had. I bet it’s going to make you squirm.”
“I’ll have to try it.” I give him an innocent look.
He shrugs. “At some point.”
“Yes, at some—”
“Or now.” He sets his phone to the side so I can see more of him.
He’s so hard, his sweatpants have a pyramid inside. “I’m not above begging.”
“Oh?” I lick my lips. “That’s hot.”
“Please, Frankie. Fuck.” He palms his cock, exhaling heavily. “I want to see your face as you work that into your body.”
I strip my clothes off, and his gaze is so ravenous through the video call that I feel his presence in the room with me. I cup my tits first, then touch my belly, my hips and thighs, before dipping my fingers between my legs to tease my pussy.
I haven’t gotten myself off since he left, and my clit is ready for attention. I don’t give it.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs.
“I want to see you, too.” I wave my hand for a second before resuming my touching. “Get naked.”
He grins and complies, his cock bouncing into the air. My belly clenches at the memory of having all of that inside me.
“I think I need to roll over to put it in.” I take a deep breath. When I’ve touched my ass before, that’s how I’ve done it, on my side, with my non-dominant hand. Inserting a plug should be the same, I think. “You’ll be able to see me but I won’t see you.”
“I’ll keep talking, then.” He holds my gaze. “And once it’s in, turn over so I can see your face?”
I nod. Feelings that once felt dangerous and now just feel enormous clog my throat as I set my phone on my bedside table, against books I haven’t read in weeks.
Books that I once lost myself in because I didn’t think I’d find someone as incredible as the mythical men on those pages.
But now I have Logan watching me roll over, witnessing me slicking my fingers up with the lube and touching myself from behind, pretending it’s him, and it’s better than incredible. It’s fun.
My hips rock, wanting him to see as much as he can, wanting to show off for him, to be sexy for my mate.
My mate.
I huff a little laugh at the fantastical spin, but it feels true.
My fingertip breaches the first sphincter, making my body pulse in protest.
Immediately, Logan talks me through it. “That looks so good. Just the tip of your finger, wish I could feel that clench. Keep breathing. God, that’s so sexy.”
I close my eyes and focus on relaxing, on riding the wave of sensation and finding what feels good as I work more lube into my body.
“Make your little hole glisten for me. Get it all slippery so the toy can slide in.”
Heart pounding, I grab for it, slicking it up as well before bringing the firm little rounded tip to my back entrance.
Logan groans. “That’s it. Gonna stuff my wife full. Make you feel good.”
I imagine it’s his finger invading me, making my pussy clench around nothing. If he was here, he’d finger my ass and then work his cock into my cunt, filling all of me until I couldn’t think, couldn’t worry about anything. Until all I could do was feel.
His voice wraps around me and drags me closer to him. “You’ve taken almost all of it, baby. So pretty. Rock your hips, fuck yourself on that plug. Get it inside you and then you can rub your clit.”
With a whimper, I seat it fully, so the base of it is nestled between my ass cheeks, and then I flop onto my back and look at the phone.
“My beautiful, fearless girl,” he says. His cock is in his hand and he’s stroking it. It looks so rigid, so ready to pop, but he’s not stroking fast. Just slow up and down movements, keeping himself on the edge. “Look at how pink your cheeks are. Was that hard work, taking your husband’s plug?”
“Yes.”
“You did a great job.”
I flush even more.
“You’re fucking sexy as hell, you know that?”
I throw my arm over my eyes, embarrassed that I do know, that it’s easy for me to be this horny and wild.
“I love it. We’re going to have the best marriage, Frankie. Nobody else gets this anymore. This is sacred, between you and me. No limits. No judgement. Your body is a gift to me, and I treasure what you do for me.”
My clit throbs at the praise. My dominant hand drops between legs, and I gasp at how wet I am now.
Logan holds my gaze. “Are you soaked now?”
I whimper and nod.
“Close your eyes. Imagine I’m between your thighs, kissing your legs, looking at that plug.
Spreading you wide so nothing is hidden, so I can see your pretty clit twitching before I latch on to it.
Touch yourself and pretend it’s my mouth, baby.
I’m sucking and licking up all of that honey you’re making for me, and it’s fucking delicious.
I want to taste you every night. Come for me, Frankie. Give me a bedtime snack.”
I arch off the bed, my hips tipping down, my ass clenching around the plug as his words and my fingers on my clit send me spiralling into a sharp, bright burst of pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” With a grunt, he joins me, and I blink my eyes open just in time to see him make a mess all over his abs.
“That’s good luck,” he whispers once we’ve both cleaned up. “That you liked it. That we got to do that. I’m going to win you a hockey game tomorrow.”