Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
FRANKIE
I couldn’t have planned things better if I had a hand in it. Jack and Siri have been growing closer and none of us realized just how fast they would move. It may have something to do with the alcohol I plied them with and the casual mention that Cassie would probably end up in my room anyway, and it wouldn’t be the first time.
Understanding crashed through Jack’s mind and ripped his heart out as I made out we were already lovers. Even Siri misunderstood my meaning and gasped as she stared at Cassie chatting to Kennedy.
Jack covered his pain well and shrugged, catching another beer I threw his way with a dead expression in his eyes.
I turned to speak to Ali and inside of five minutes, he was making out with Siri and my job was done.
All I needed was for Cassie to witness the happy couple and all thoughts of Jack would be crushed into the past.
It worked like a charm, and as we head out of the room I nod to the staircase. “Fancy a coffee? I have an idea about the claiming ceremony I want to run by you.”
I already know Cassie is burning to solve the puzzle and won’t be able to refuse a chance to be included in my revenge.
“Sure.” Her smile is less brilliant and her eyes hold a sadness I’m not used to seeing in them. I have broken her, which is the perfect time to strike.
She is silent as we make our way to the attic and as I push open the door, the moonlight lights the room in shadows.
“Take a seat. I’ll fix us some coffee.”
“Do you have anything stronger?”
Her voice lacks its usual animation, and I hide my grin as I reach for the tequila that typically helps while watching the game.
I pour two shots and as she shoots it down in one, her eyes burn as she whispers, “Another.”
I do the same and refill our glasses and, as she knocks back the second one, she slams it on the table.
“Fuck.” She runs her fingers through her hair and leans back against the cushions and I regard the broken angel before me. She is always so beautiful, but now she is breathtaking.
“So, the challenge?” I raise the subject she thinks is the reason I brought her here, and she shakes her head.
“Can we not talk about that tonight? I’ve had enough of it.”
“So, what do you want to talk about?”
I sit beside her and she reaches out and surprises me by gripping my face hard.
“I don’t want to talk anymore, Frankie. I’m done with it. I want to know what being your girl involves.”
Her eyes are wild and her breath against my lips intoxicating and without another word, I fall on her lips like an angry savage.
She groans as I devour her lips and kisses me back with a mutual hunger and I push her back against the couch and run my hand under her top, loving the touch of her skin against my hands.
“Frankie.” She moans my name as I explore her body, caressing her breast and rubbing hard against her nipple.
“Oh fuck.” She gasps as I kiss each one, sucking her nipple into my mouth and biting down softly.
She throws her head back as I bite her neck, my teeth grazing the skin, causing her to cry out, “Oh my God.”
“God’s abandoned this fight, baby girl. The devil’s in charge now.”
I chuckle against her lips and she groans as she pulls at my t-shirt, edging it up over my abs.
I return the favor and unhook her bra, tossing our clothes to the floor before crushing her body to mine, loving how her tits graze against my chest.
“Frankie, oh my god.” Her lashes flutter against her eyes and she bites my neck in much the same way and as I fumble with her jeans, she does the same to me. It’s frantic, desperate and such a bad decision, but I couldn’t give a fuck. I want her and she wants me and it was always going to be inevitable, anyway.
We are soon naked and I swear I have never seen a more glorious sight and I tug her from the couch and lead her swiftly into my bedroom, the tequila bottle in my other hand.
I push her roughly down onto the bed and as she falls, I sit astride her, gazing down at her naked beauty before tipping droplets of tequila over her puckered skin.
She arches her back and offers me a taste, and as I drag my tongue over her skin, I push my fingers inside her wet pussy. She is so turned on and I curl my fingers deeper, brushing against her G spot, causing her to shake in my arms.
I suck her breast in my mouth and pump my fingers in hard, and then she surprises me by pushing me to the side and returning the favor. As she straddles me, her legs on either side, her sodden pussy presses against my hard cock and she bites her bottom lip and groans.
I have never seen such a magnificent sight and stare in awe at the goddess giving me the most glorious lap dance.
She throws her head back and her soft moans cause my cock to jerk with impatience.
She stares deep into my eyes and whispers, “Condom.”
“Are you sure, baby girl?” For some reason I have to ask because a revenge fuck isn’t really what I had in mind for our first time.
“Fuck yes.” An impish grin lights her face, and I nod to the table by my bed.
“In the drawer.”
She leans across and her tits brush against my skin and as she retrieves the silver packet, she tears it apart with her teeth.
“Fuck. I’m in love.” I groan as she smirks and then with one hand sheaths my aching cock and then reaches for the tequila with the other.
I gaze in admiration as she takes a swig and then, leaning down, fastens her lips to mine as she spills the contents into my mouth.
I am so turned on I can’t breathe and then she shifts, pushing my cock deep inside her pussy, screaming my name as she brings it home. “Frankie! Oh my God!”
Words can’t describe how it feels to be inside this woman. She is riding my cock with such pleasure I can’t take my eyes off her. She holds her hands around my neck and pushes down deeper, the pressure on two parts of my anatomy at the same time – blowing my mind.
Her clit drags against my shaft and her eyes are bright as she fucks me hard, dragging out her pleasure.
It’s too much, so I spin her around and push in harder, as her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me in deeper, allowing me to pound faster, nailing her to the mattress as I claim her as mine.