Page 30 of Survivor
Frank stiffened, eyes wide. “But you said, in the car.”
“Easy there. I’m only messing with you. The moving company brought over all the boxes I’d marked with an F yesterday while Justine was here. The rest can stay in storage for now.” He could see that Frank was trying so very hard not to smile.
“Asshole,” Frank muttered, no heat in his voice whatsoever. When they finished Frank took the plates into the kitchen to rinse and fetched the bottle of wine, slowly walking around the island, his eyes roaming the length of Taylor’s body.
Patience is a virtue and I’m sorely lacking,Taylor thought, taking the bottle out of Frank’s hand and setting in on the table. When their lips met, Taylor swore lightning crackled between them. He stood and lifted Frank off the ground, his strong legs wrapping around Taylor’s waist immediately, arms around his neck. Navigating his way from the table and down the short hallway to the bedroom was a bit bumpy. If they were already naked, he likely would have screwed Frank up against the wall they ran into. He tripped over his own feet just a few inches shy of the bed, dropping Frank half-on and half-off the mattress. They both laughed, hard, before stripping each other in record time. Frank pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his legs and stealing his breath with a kiss that was electrifying. “Lie back, Tay, and let me take care of you tonight.”
In the short few weeks they’d been together they’d had a lot of sex. Taylor considered it making up for lost time. He’d seen Frank in the throes of passion and committed every look and sound he’d wrung from the man’s body to memory. But they’d never been together in a house when they were alone, with no inhibitions, no one else to consider. Taylor didn’t even realize he’d stuffed his fist in his mouth to stop from crying out when Frank swallowed his dick, the tip resting in the back of his throat. The blue-eyed devil reached up and pulled Taylor’s hand away from his mouth and when he looked down—Oh, holy shit—Frank met his eyes as he circled the crown with his tongue and Taylor had to fight hard to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head.
“There’s no one else here, Tay, let me hear you.” Frank sucked him down again, hollowing his cheeks and relaxing his throat.
He wanted, no, needed to touch his lover. Running his hands through Frank’s hair, Taylor pulled his head to one side so he could watch his cock sliding in, then back out of Frank’s pretty mouth. “God, Frankie, your mouth is fucking amazing.” Tightening his grip, he held Frank still and thrust in and out of his mouth, switching back and forth between long, deep strokes, and short quick ones. “Fuuuuuck, Frankie, that’s it, suck me.”
Any more of Frank’s mouth and he was going to blow a hole in the back of his head. He wanted the heat of his man’s ass wrapped around him. “Come here,” he growled, dragging Frank up along his body. Their mouths were already open and ready, tongues dueling before their lips even met. Taylor reached blindly for the condoms and lube he’d tossed onto the bed beside the pillow somewhere between stripping and that stellar blowjob. Frank was already riding him, his dick sliding up and down the crease of Frank’s ass where it fit perfectly. Attempting to glove up with his hands and dick out of sight and almost out of reach wasn’t happening. Taylor had to physically lift Frank and sit him on his thighs to get the condom on.
“Hurry up, baby, I want you in me so fucking bad.” Frank snatched the bottle of lube, popping the cap and squeezing a generous portion onto the head of his dick. Taylor made sure the latex was lubed up then reached for Frank to get him ready, but Frank shook his head.
“I want to feel the burn and the stretch.” Their eyes met and held as Frank slowly lowered himself onto Taylor’s cock. It took a couple of minutes, since he’d refused to let Taylor prep him, but once he was fully seated, the fun began. The Frank he’d bedded back at Martha’s Vineyard was a lamb; the Frank that was currently bobbing up and down on his dick, babbling incoherently and making the most tantalizing noises Taylor had ever heard, was a lion.
“Oh Gggggggod, Taylor!” Frank shouted, adding an odd emphasis to the g. “So-fucking-good!”
“Yeah, you like that, Frankie? Like my dick buried in your ass?” Sweat soaked both their bodies, dripping down Taylor’s forehead, making his vision blurry. He wiped it away with the back of his arm, reaching for Frank and pulling him close for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. The noise Frankie made when Taylor shifted his hips slightly, changing the angle, defied description. Frank begged and swore and rode him, body tense and trembling, signaling his climax was near.
When Frank came, howling at the moon, Taylor thanked God he was the man that got to feel those strong thighs clench, got to watch Frank come completely unglued above him. Breathing labored, eyes half-lidded and sated, Frank grinned at him and Taylor completely forgot that his dick was still hard enough to cut glass and still deep inside his lover. “Need some help with that?” Frank lifted off him, wincing, and slid down his body, removing the condom and teasing Taylor’s slit with his tongue.
Taylor gripped the base of his cock, rubbing the swollen head along Frank’s bottom lip. “Open wide and let me fuck that gorgeous face, Frankie.” His lover did as requested, hollowing his cheeks, Taylor’s cock nudging the back of Frank’s throat.
Watching his cock slide in and out of Frank’s mouth was enticing, Taylor’s balls dense and aching. “That’s it, Frankie, suck me… fuuuuuuck.” He groaned, his release building.
Frank hummed his approval, the sound causing a vibration that made Taylor’s toes curl. “So close babe, gonna fill your face up with my come.”
It didn’t take long for Frank to bring him to the edge, then give him a push into sweet oblivion. Falling onto the bed on his back, Frank let out a long, low whistle. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Yeah, but what a way to go.” Taylor scooted around to lie beside him. He could see now that sex with Frank was going to be an Olympic sport; the trysts at the Vineyard were just the preliminaries.
Frank turned his head slowly so he could look at him, and Taylor felt a twinge of interest in his groin, seeing his seed on Frank’s face. “Oh, my fucking God,thatis the sexiest thing I think I haveeverseen, in my life.” He reached over, swiping the come off Frank’s cheek and feeding it to him. Heat bloomed in his lover’s eyes as he licked his finger clean. “My come looks good on your face, baby.”
With herculean effort, they managed to climb out of bed and get both the dishes and themselves cleaned up. When they crawled back into bed, Frank stretched out beside him with his head on Taylor’s chest and yawned. Not five minutes later, Frank was softly snoring and Taylor wasn’t far behind.
