Page 61 of Winning You
“WellIwant that.”
“Good.” Frankie spun him around, gripping him by the hips, then walked him a few inches forward until his shins met the edge of the mattress. “Reach down and bend over.”
Down and down he went. For a moment, he thought it was some trick and the bed was gone and he was going to hit the floor. But then his fingers touched the mattress.
He pressed his palms to the sheets just as Frankie tugged his underwear off and let that pool at his feet too. Lucas managed to get it off one leg and left it hanging around his other ankle. He didn’t care. Hecouldn’tcare.
He was too in tune with the sound of Frankie rummaging around in what he assumed was his nightstand. There was the sound of a plastic bag crinkling and hard objects rolling around. Something hit the top of the nightstand with a dull thud, and then something else—something that sounded almost hollow. Like a paper box.
“Condoms,” Frankie said, his hand returning to Lucas’s spine. “And lube.”
“You know I don’t have anything, right?”
Frankie chuckled. “Yes, but I have a feeling you’ll hate the sensation of lube and come inside you.”
Lucas couldn’t argue with that. Nothing was worse than things that were sticky or gooey. He turned his face back toward the bed and bent his head down, drawing in and exhaling slowbreaths. He was a little too wound up, and with the way his cock felt between his legs, he was terrified he was going to lose himself before they got to the good part.
And while it had been nice before, he had a feeling this was going to blow his fucking mind.
“Relax, princess,” Frankie murmured. He dragged two firm hands up and down either side of his spine. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”
“I know,” Lucas rasped. “I know. I just…it’s new, and new things are hard for me. And sometimes scary.”
“We can slow down, or we can stop whenever you want. Just say the word or tap my arm if you can’t speak. I don’t care if I’m seconds away from coming, alright? If you want it to end, it ends.”
Lucas licked his lips and nodded. “Mhm. Yes. Okay.”
Frankie kissed the center of his back. “I’m going to taste you here.” Two fingers brushed between his ass cheeks, grazing his hole.
“Oh, I—I’ve been walking around. I had a shower this morning, but I didn’t, you know…get all up inside me. What if it tastes bad?” Like shit. Or sweat. Or both.
“I’m going to like it,” Frankie said, like somehow he just knew. “And if I don’t, I’ll stop.”
Lucas could live with that. “Okay. Can you hurry? I feel like I’m going to freak out if you don’t do something.”
There was a dull thud, and it took Lucas a second to realize that Frankie’s knees had hit the floor. Oh fuck, oh fuck. He was kneeling like Lucas’s asshole was the altar and he was about to pay worship. The thought of that alone threatened to undo him.
And then Frankie’s mouth was on him, and it was all Lucas could do not to nut all over the comforter without warning. He tensed his entire body and tried to hold in a moan, but it rippedfrom his chest when Frankie parted his cheeks wide and swiped his tongue over his hole.
“Oh my god,uh uhfuck,” Lucas babbled.
Frankie chuckled, the sound vibrating over Lucas’s backside as he tightened the muscles of his tongue and then pushed inside. Lucas’s knees began to shake.
“I c-can’t. I can’t. Please,” he choked out.
Frankie pulled back, then laid a wet, messy kiss over his hole, then another one on his taint. And another on his balls as he cupped them with his palm. When he let go, Lucas wanted to scream at the empty void that sat between them.
He couldn’t take it. He needed Frankie’s touch.
But it was back before he could truly panic. Those big, warm, calloused hands pushed him backward until he was falling on the bed, and Frankie came with him. And it was then—as skin met skin—he realized Frankie had undressed.
Lucas ran his hands all over him, from the top of his head to the divot in his hips. His fingers learned all the spots that made him jump and shiver and moan as Frankie kissed the side of his neck, digging careful teeth into his tendon.
“Gorgeous,” Lucas murmured as he ran fingers around the bumps on his nipples.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Best thing I have ever put my hands on.” And he wasn’t lying.
