Quite Frankly: Dilf Mania (Beech Grove Book 5) Page 5

  I was delirious with need. My body was strung tight, needing so much more, but he knew it, and as crazy as it was, I trusted him to deliver. When he sensed I couldn’t handle any more of his sweet torture, he told me to stand and turn. I felt and heard when he stood.

  Right there.

  Right behind me.

  His body radiated heat, engulfing me with his scent and warmth, making me greedy for his body to get closer. For more. The sound of his zipper echoed in my ears, and I dipped my head forward, resting my chin on my chest. I was so close. So close to getting what I wanted. Finally.

  “Look at me.” I glanced up and over my shoulder. He stood behind me completely nude.

  His long, thick shaft stood proudly, bigger than I remembered it. It stood at attention toward me. His strong hands covered his dick with a condom I had no idea where it had come from, but I was so flipping glad he had come prepared. “You’re gonna sit on my lap and ride me, reverse cowgirl.”

  “Thank fuck,” I cursed and felt the sting of his palm swat my ass.

  “Watch that pretty mouth, baby.” His eyes fired up, and I squirmed, letting an evil little smile fall on my face.

  “Sorry, Daddy,” I teased with a wink, and his mouth crashed down onto mine.

  He liked that!

  He liked my dirty talk, and I was all too happy to give him everything and anything as long as he kept kissing me the way he was. Something about being with Frank was liberating, even as he held me hostage in his arms. With his hand on my neck, the other on my waist, I was held at his mercy. He was completely in control, and I could do nothing but surrender to his desperate, brutal kiss.

  I felt the rigidness of his shaft at the seam of my butt, reminding me I wanted more than his mouth.

  I needed more.

  I needed everything.

  As if hearing my thoughts, he broke the kiss, taking my lower lip and pulling it into his mouth, letting it go with a pop. I clenched my thighs closer, not missing the slickness between them.

  He pulled me back, between his legs. I had no idea how he did it, but without a word, he entered me.

  No fumbling.

  No second-guessing.

  As if we had done this a million times and he knew everything there could be to know about my body. He aligned us perfectly. The head of his dick was right at my lower lips, and without a second guess, I lowered myself down on him.

  He groaned, and I felt like I’d won some kind of gold star. Coaxing those sounds out of him felt like a prize, and I wanted more. I wanted him to lose control and make every little sound. I sank lower. He filled me up. Stretched me. More than the times at the hotel.

  “Frank,” I gasped, his name a plea and prayer at the same time.

  “Just like that.” His hand moved into my hair, shuffling it all to one hand, his mouth at the spot where my neck met my shoulder. “So damn tight.” His mouth sucked on my skin, and I took him.

  In and out. In and out. Little by little, never letting him leave my body entirely.

  “Give me that wet pussy, baby,” he strained, and it broke me.

  I went crazy.

  All the pent-up need and foreplay had me bursting at the seams.

  I went wild.

  Dirty beyond my craziest dreams. Sluttier than any smutty book I had ever read.

  Thinking back, I wouldn’t have guessed I had it in me. He held my hair, his way to rein me in, his free hand biting the flesh at my hip, marking me with his bruising touch as his mouth attacked my neck. All of it delicious but even better as I impaled myself with his hard dick.

  He turned slightly, his mouth fused with mine before he took his lips from me. He lay back on his elbows, his massive chest no longer covering my sweat-sheened back as he lay on my bed.

  Damn, he looked good there.

  Like he belonged on top and beneath my yellow comforter.

  Like home.

  Before I could freak out over my internal thoughts, he started to move, and my hands moved to his thighs. I couldn’t do anything but feel. His movements were steady and full of purpose. His long, beautiful dick was now hitting the inside of my sex at a whole other angle.

  “Give me that tight, little cunt,” he urged on dirtily, and I was more than ready to do his bidding. “Play with my dick, baby. Use my dick like one of those toys I know you’ve been playing with. They’re probably hidden somewhere in here, aren’t they?”

  “Yes,” I hissed. His filthy words kept coming at me.

  Goading me.

  Enticing me.

  “Get on top of me. Ride me wild, baby,” he gritted, letting go of my hair.

  I stood, feeling the loss of him immediately, only to straddle him backwards properly.

  This time, my thighs were open, resting on the sides of his hips, and I watched the reflection of us in the full-length mirror on my wall. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight we made. I watched as I sunk down and took him. The sight indecent but hypnotizing.

  “Keep watching,” he growled, our eyes meeting in the mirror. “Do you see how you take me? How I fill you? How we look together?” he asked, and I nodded, licking my lips.

  Without another word, he settled back. One hand cupped my breast gently, then firmly, his other hand softly taking my hair into his grip, keeping a firm hold. The entire sight was so erotic, so fucking beautiful, I wished I could have thought about taking a picture. I hadn’t drawn in such a long time, sticking to designing on computers, but right then and there, I wanted to sketch us. As hot as it all was, it was his eyes that took it over the top for me.

  Unwavering. Sharing everything and nothing as he took all I would give. Nothing mattered. He took me hard. Something flowed between us. Something that was illicit and intimate. Something that made me want to believe we were more than an itch to scratch. That we were starting something more than some kind of carnal attraction fueled by the forbidden. It powered the passion as we raced toward the descent of pleasure.

  Without thinking and without stopping, I flew. No. Flying wasn’t enough of a word to describe the way he had made my body feel.

  I soared.

  Elegantly and devastatingly, higher than I even knew was possible, not one bit scared of crashing.

  The rush was too exhilarating.

  Too consuming.

  As I was coming down from the high, I felt him wrap his hand in my long hair, his arm pulled around my waist, and he went at me.

  Hard.

  Brutal.

  Amazing.

  I kept going. Not letting him slip out of my body, I kept riding as he thrust up into me. Just as I started to hear the way he was panting my name, I felt it. Not as strong, but without warning, another wave of pleasure coursed through me, and I felt his own release as he emptied himself into the condom between us. For a split second I wondered what it would it have been like to feel him without anything between us.

  Breathless and sated, my hands on his thighs, I let my shoulders droop forward, but I wasn’t afraid I would fall. Not when he bent and held me tenderly, pressing me to his front. I felt Frank’s mouth pepper kisses over my shoulder. Something about it was sweet and tender, so much it made my heart squeeze and fill with warmth.

  “You okay?” he asked on an exhale, his breath on my bare skin, the slight scruff of his facial hair tickling slightly.

  “Better than.” I smiled. “I should let you—” I started to stand but didn’t get too far.

  He moved me, so I was no longer riding him but sitting on one of his very muscular thighs, my body between his legs. In this position, we were eye level and on even keel. My hands moved to touch him, grazing over the line of his jaw. The soft scruff he had growing over his jaw tickled the inside of my palm.

  “We gotta talk,” he said, and my smile faltered.

  He was old enough to know better than say those words to a woman. Especially when she was naked and vulnerable. I could only imagine what he had to say, and if I was honest, I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t wan
t to hear his regret or reminder of why we had to keep this thing that was going on between us a secret from his daughter. My best friend. God, I am a terrible person!

  “I think you should get cleaned up, and I’ll get dressed—“

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, and I frowned, not expecting his question.

  “What?” I asked somewhat breathlessly, wondering where his question was coming from.

  “I went at you hard, Karina, grabbed your hair. I need to know if I went too hard or—“

  “No.” I shook my head, melting into him, glad his talk wasn’t about regret. “You were perfect.”

  “You can tell me.” His eyes searched mine, and something in my chest tightened. He cared. “It felt like you were into it. The harder I went, the wetter you got—“

  “I was into it,” I whispered, suddenly shy. “I’ve never done something like that,” I admitted, and a wicked grin appeared on his face, making him somehow even more masculine.

  “If we ever go somewhere you’re not comfortable, you tell me, and we’ll stop.” Was he saying there would be more than tonight?

  “Mmm… Like a safe word?” I teased softly, and his head jerked.

  “No. No code words. You tell me to stop, and we will.”

  “Okay….” My voice wavered. I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know if I should.

  “What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

  “I was just wondering… Is this kind of like, your thing?”

  “What?”

  “The daddy play and the control stuff?” I whispered, feeling like a dork. I felt his body start to shake, his warm eyes on me.

  “Fuck no.” He laughed before turning serious. His nose skimmed mine as he brought me in closer, his body heat perfect against my quickly chilling flesh. “I like control.”

  “Like BDSM?”

  “Not really. I’m not one for labels. When it comes to sex I usually like control, but with you…”

  “With me?”

  “It’s more.” Boy, he wasn’t kidding. I was right there with him. “I want you squirming. I want you begging for more. Baby, if I’m honest, I want to ruin you.”

  “Ruin me?” I repeated, starting to feel turned on again.

  “I shouldn’t tell you this shit.” He shook his head, and I sat straighter, looking into his eyes.

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to scare you away.” He didn’t want to scare me away. “Shit is complicated enough between us, then add the things you bring to the surface—“

  “I want to know,” I whispered. He studied me for a second and finally broke the silence as he stroked the side of my thighs with the tips of his fingers.

  “The daddy shit. Hearing you call me that makes me want to do a million dirty things to you. I’ve never been called that in bed. Ever.”

  “Ever?” I breathed, the surprise clear in my voice.

  “Ever. But with you… it’s different. It’s not a kink or game. It’s just us. Do you get that? Do you understand?” he asked, and I licked my lips.

  “I think so.” I rested my head on his shoulder.

  “Okay, babe, I gotta go take care of this condom. And then I need you again.”

  “What?” My eyes widened, wondering how the hell he was going to go again. Don’t older men take longer to recover?

  “I’m dying to taste you, and I’m going to eat you until you come on my mouth, at least twice, then you’re going to suck my dick, and I’m gonna come down your pretty throat.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I winked, clenching my thighs. He growled before kissing me, and we got lost, simply making out.

  Chapter Five

  Frank

  I FELT HER BEFORE I OPENED MY EYES, and I waited for panic or anxiety to strike. I didn’t do the sleepover thing. Sleepovers gave women expectations, and I wasn’t the kind of man who would make good on them.

  I was too busy.

  Too indifferent.

  My policy was always get in, get out and keep moving forward. Sex was more about a momentary connection and release. It made me a dick, but it was true. But as her body curled deeper into me, I couldn’t imagine leaving. If anything, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I wasn’t thinking about work or any other responsibilities. Only about the woman in my bed.

  I was calm.

  Content.

  Fucking happy.

  “Morning,” her voice rasped against my chest, and I kissed the top of her head.

  “Morning.” She shifted and looked up at me.

  Her dark hair was wild and wavy, fanned all over my pillow, and her skin had this gorgeous glow, but it was her eyes that took my breath away. They were bright and happy, making me wish I could wax poetry over them, making me realize she brought on a surge of feelings I’d never felt romantically.

  “What is it?” she asked softly, looking up at me. I opened my mouth and shut it. How did I tell her I wanted to keep her? Keep her? Jesus Christ, I was in over my head. “Frank?” She rose up higher, her hair draping on my chest, and I stroke the tips of the wild locks.

  “You have plans this weekend?” I found myself asking instead of scaring the crap out of both of us with what I was feeling.

  “I have to work for a little bit, and I have dinner planned with the girls tomorrow.”

  “Can you put off work?” Put off work? Who am I? Could I even take time away from work?

  “For you?” She smiled teasingly. “I can make it wait until Monday.” She smiled, and I felt that smile deep in my soul. You’re getting sappy in your old age, Frank. Ignoring the voice in my head, I brushed my lips over hers.

  “Thank you. I promise to make it worthwhile.”

  “Promises, promises,” she joked, but I was determined that by the end of the weekend, I would make her realize I was a man of my word.

  “Shower. I’ll whip up breakfast,” I suggested, but she rolled us over, and I happily let her straddle me.

  After I’d made good on my promise last night about the way I’d wanted to end the night, I’d talked her into letting the pool house air out completely and come home with me. I’d drawn a bath for her. Washing her hair and feeling her body against mine had been too much. I was quickly realizing she was like a double-shot espresso to my libido, and I couldn’t get enough of her. We’d started in the tub and ended that round in bed, where it was her who had fallen asleep first, cuddled in tight in my all but willing arms.

  “How about we shower in an hour, together? Cook together?”

  “I don’t know, baby.” I made my face go serious, and she tilted her head, her hair a curtain around us, blocking the outside world.

  “Why’s that?”

  “I’ve seen what you can do in a kitchen,” I teased, tickling her torso, and she giggled trying to feign shock.

  “Okay, okay, okay.” She laughed, her eyes sparkling as she tried to swat my hands away from tickling her. “I’ll be your assistant.”

  “How about partner?” I offered after rolling us over. My body pinned her beneath me, and I took in a deep breath. The scent of her skin awoke my body in a way it hadn’t in a long time. I could see her being a partner in more ways than one. For life. I was definitely in over my head.

  “I like that.” She sighed, and I moved on to making us very dirty before our shower.

  Karina

  I had dated in the past.

  Not a lot. It wasn’t like I could have managed that with the life I had been creating. I had always been busy and focused on achieving my goals. Dating had been something I had done for the sake of doing. I’d been too busy with college, internships, friends, and moderate socialization. I’d dated here and there, never anything serious. Sex to me had been something I’d done with someone I’d seen a couple of times and I liked. But there was never a spark or something that had made me yearn or ache for more. For more of a connection nor for more sex. Sex before Frank Titan was an itch that could be scratched with someone I knew casually or with my array of
toys. It wasn’t on the top of my priorities.

  But then again, I had never met a man like Frank Titan.

  I was twenty-six, and I felt like I was alive for the first time in my life.

  Thrown in the deep end of a pool of lust with him, and the only thing I knew off the bat was that I didn’t want to get out. I wanted to drown with him. Damn the consequences. Which, if I let myself think about it, were huge.

  What would Ruby think?

  How could we even work?

  Why was I willing to lose so much for a couple of stolen hours? Because that’s all this was, wasn’t it? Stolen hours no one would ever find out about because at the end of the day, no matter how drawn to one another we were, I was something he would grow bored with and toss out like yesterday’s newspaper.

  “I can feel you thinking, baby,” he groaned, his eyes still closed, and I cuddled into him. It made me a bad person. The worst. Despite knowing this situation could literally obliterate my friendship with Ruby, I couldn’t get myself untangled from him. I don’t want to; a quiet voice spoke up honestly in the back of my mind.

  “We fell asleep,” I pointed out as the credits of the movie played in front of us. He shifted up, bringing me with him so we could be eye level.

  “We didn’t sleep much.” He winked, and I couldn’t help but grin. We really hadn’t, and I had never been happier not resting.

  “I enjoyed not sleeping with you.”

  “Ditto, baby girl, ditto. Let’s go out of town,” he threw out there, and my eyes widened.

  “Out of town?”

  “Yeah. Let’s go, I don’t know”—he looked off as if thinking—“to Palm Springs or Vegas. Do something crazy!”

  “Crazy, huh?” I repeated, watching the excitement glitter in his eyes.

  “Yeah, don’t you do that?”

  “Not really,” I answered honestly. “I’m kind of a homebody. This”—I pointed between us—“is as crazy as I have ever been,” I confessed.

  “Mmm, I like this kind of crazy.” He moved and kissed me softly before pulling away. “So, what do you say?”

  “I don’t know, I have dinner with the girls tomorrow.”