Page 134 of Summer Breakdown
He laughs. “Only if you’re coming with me.”
Frankie smiles brightly, but Ezra’s distracted moments later.
“Watch out, babygirl’s about,” he says, and he puts her down, but his hands stay out, and Lani is hugging him moments later.
“You were so good,” she squeals. “I saw you do the conversion.”
Ezra frowns. “That was Zach.”
“You’re very far away. I have small eyes.” He hums. “I’m so proud of you, though.”
“Don’t be gross.”
Lani laughs and pulls her arms as far around his neck as she can. It’s not that far.
“Cam-Cam has cookies for you,” she says. Cam is there moments later. Lani squeals with glee as she gets squashed between them in a hug. Frankie would take her so they can hug properly, but Ezra would glare at her.
“Hi,” Jasmine says, tapping her shoulder. Frankie picks her up, spinning her. There’s cameras everywhere, but they won’t make the front pages, so she doesn’t care. Someone will make the covers. She hopes it’s Zach and Mal.
“You did so good,” Jasmine whispers.
“Yeah?”
She drops her mouth to her ear. “Yeah.Sogood.”
Frankie’s hands tighten on her waist. “The press is going to catch me blushing because you’re being a fucker.”
“Tell them you’re blushing because your girlfriend is going to fuck you so good later.”
“Jasmine!”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“Spinover,”Frankiemuttersonce she’s clicked her dick in place. It’s pink because Jasmine is unserious, but the harness just goes over her thighs and her waist and she doesn’t have to fuck around with her shoulders, so she’ll forgive her. Jasmine kisses her instead, trying to get Frankie to let Jasmine fuck her first. She almost gives in because she likes to give Jasmine whatever she wants, but Frankie twists her when she remembers how much of a brat she’s been all day. Ezra has the kids overnight, but Jasmine has been touching her since the morning. Small kisses to the back of her neck, hands lingering against her thigh at the table.
Jasmine lays flat on her front, and Frankie hikes up her leg, her knee bent. Jasmine is wet enough from her first orgasm that the strap slides into her with little resistance. She throws her hips back and Frankie lets her. It won’t get her what she wants, but Frankie likes the show all the same.
“You thought you were going to be in control tonight,” Frankie whispers, her lips against the back of her neck. Jasmine groans, thighs twitching. “But look at you.” She doesn’t raise her voice; she doesn’t need to.
“You’re already quiet. Already mine,” Frankie says, resting her hands against her hips, tilting just slightly. Jasmine tries to move again, but Frankie’s quicker than that, holding her in place. “And I haven’t even given you anything yet.”
“Frankie,” Jasmine whines, her head down. Frankie looks at the dip between her shoulder blades and wonders howshe got lucky enough to be here with her. And, that she missed the light birthmark against her shoulder blade when she drew her last week. She’ll have to do it again.
Her hands tighten firmly on Jasmine’s hips. She thrusts just once. Sharp and deep and Jasmine gasps so hard Frankie feels it against her thighs.
“Oh?” she asks, voice low. “That’s all it takes?”
“Fuck—“ Jasmine starts, a groan, then, ”—you.”
Frankie does it again, slower this time. Her hands stay against Jasmine so she can control the pace. When she lowers her body and moves deeper, Jasmine’s groan is guttural, and it hits Frankie square in the chest. Her clit throbs, and she wishes they brought the strap that would touch her too. It might be enough like this though, just hearing the mess between Jasmine’s thighs. Frankie’s grip on Jasmine’s leg is too tight, she knows it is. She moves to let go but Jasmine holds her hand over hers as Frankie thrusts slowly. She dips until her nipples rub along Jasmine’s back. Jasmine makes her feel electric with her voice alone, with the way the pillow tightens as she bites on it. God, how does she do this to her without even meaning too.
The pressure builds between Frankie’s legs. Sharp and tight in her gut, each thrust dragging Frankie closer and closer to the edge. There’s no pressure on her, so she doesn’t know how her spine tingles, but Jasmine’s always managed to get her to do whatever she wants. Frankie slides a hand under Jasmine’s hip, pulling her up just a bit. Just enough to find her clit.
Jasmine sobs, small please getting muffled by the pillow, but they do this so often that Frankie’s trained herself to know what she’s saying. She smirks, slowing her finger as she rubs tight, fast circles against Jasmine’s clit until she tenses and then Frankie slows.
“Thought you were in charge” Frankie whispers, her hips tilting just a little. “Thought you could handle it.” Her fingers slow again and Jasmine moans.
“Frankie, I swear to God, if you don’t —“
