Page 54 of Tempting Frankie
“Be a good boy and eat my ass, too.”
I freeze the moment the words leave my lips, shocked at my own boldness. Alexander goes still beneath me, and for a heart-stopping moment, I think I've crossed a line.
Then his hands tighten on my thighs, and he growls against my center, the vibrations making me shudder. He shifts, angling his head, and then—oh fuck—his tongue is there, circling my asshole with teasing little licks.
I cry out, my back arching as a jolt of unexpected pleasure races through me. It's dirty and taboo and so fucking good. Alexander's stubble now scrapes against my most delicate skin as he alternates between my pussy and ass, and the dual sensations are driving me wild. I’m so glad I showered before we left.
My thighs are trembling, muscles clenching as I hover on the brink of orgasm. I grind down harder, chasing that release. “Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for.
Alexander redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on my clit while one finger teases at my asshole. The combination of sensations is too much. I come with a strangled cry, my whole body shaking as waves of pleasure crash over me.
I collapse forward, bracing myself against the couch as aftershocks ripple through me. Alexander's hands stroke my thighs, gentling me as I come down from my high.
When I finally catch my breath, I climb off his lap on shaky legs. Alexander's face is flushed, his lips swollen and glistening with my arousal. The sight makes me clench with renewed want.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, still reeling from the intensity of it all.
Alexander smirks, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You can say that again.”
I'm still trembling, my body buzzing with aftershocks. “I…I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me,” I stammer, heat flooding my cheeks. “I shouldn't have?—”
Alexander cuts me off, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Don't you dare apologize, Francesca. I don't do anything I don't want to do. And that?” He licks his lips, eyes hungry. “That was fucking incredible.”
His words make me clench, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I watch, mesmerized, as he stands, towering over me. His sweater is rumpled, hair mussed from my fingers. There's a predatory gleam in his eye that makes my breath catch.
“Now,” he says, voice rough with need, “you've had your fun. Time to be a good girl and get on the floor. Hands and knees.”
My heart pounds so hard I swear he must hear it. For a moment, I consider disobeying, pushing to see how far I can take this newfound power. But the ache between my thighs wins out. I need him desperately.
I sink to my knees on the rug, the fire warm against my bare skin as I peel my shirt off. The wood floor is cool and smooth beneath my palms as I position myself, ass in the air. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on I can hardly think straight.
I hear the clink of Alexander's belt buckle, the rustle of fabric as he sheds his clothes. The anticipation is killing me. I resist theurge to look over my shoulder, to beg him to touch me. Instead, I arch my back, presenting myself to him like an offering.
The floorboards creak as he approaches, and then his hand is on my lower back, warm and steadying. I arch into his touch instinctively, craving more contact.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends a thrill through me. His hand trails lower, cupping my ass before delivering a sharp smack that has me gasping. “You've been so naughty tonight, Francesca. Teasing me, ordering me around.”
Another smack lands on my other cheek, the sting blooming into pleasure. I moan, pushing back against his hand.
“You liked that, didn't you?” Alexander's voice is a low rumble. “Having control, making me beg.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my cheeks flushing with the admission.
His hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back gently but firmly. “Well, now it's my turn,” he growls in my ear. “And I'm going to make you beg so prettily for me, little one.”
Alexander's words send a shiver down my spine. I'm trembling with anticipation, my body on fire with need.
“Count,” he commands, his palm coming down hard on my ass.
“One,” I gasp, the sting blooming into pleasure.
Another sharp smack lands. “Two,” I moan, pushing back for more.
He alternates cheeks, each slap harder than the last. “Five,” I'm panting, my pussy clenching around nothing.
“Six,” I whimper, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.
“Seven,” comes out as a sob, pleasure and pain blurring together.
