Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

Gabe

The feeling of Frankie pinned under me was even better than I imagined. I wouldn't lie, I had dreamed about such a thing several times since our first kiss, and even before that, but the reality ended up being so much better.

He was warm and pliant in a way I hadn't been prepared for. Given his indomitable personality, I expected him to push back when I pinned him down. For him to remain obstinate even in an intimate moment such as this. Yet, the minute my weight settled on top of him, he fell still in a way I'd never seen before. As if he were finally comfortable for the first time.

Maybe what he said was true. I hadn't been giving him enough. I'd been so concerned with staying in control of myself and not holding on too tightly that I had accidentally not held on tight enough.

At least not in the ways that mattered.

I'd tried to protect him, even to the point of almost controlling him, but I hadn't made it clear that I wanted him.

Well, if giving into my baser desires was what it would take to make him happy, I could do that.

Without breaking the kiss, I started tugging at his clothes. He moaned against my lips and tried to help but couldn't do much in his position. I ended up doing most of the work removing our clothes, but I didn't mind. In fact, it was a thrilling experience getting to handle him how I wished.

Soon, but not soon enough, he lay completely bare to my eye. I'd moved us to the center of the bed, so his head was properly cradled by the pillows. He lay there, hands up by his shoulders and his legs partially open, in a position of complete vulnerability. He let me see everything about him, and it made me want to hide him away so no one else could ever look at him again.

Instead, I knelt between his legs and rested my hands on his knees.

"Beautiful."

He blushed and turned his head to hide his face against his shoulder.

"No," I said with a stern tone. "Don't hide. Keep looking at me." I gripped his chin and tipped his head to face me.

He squirmed and nodded but didn't try to remove my hand.

"Good. Just keep looking at me." The praise fell from my lips much easier than words usually did just before I leaned in and kissed him again.

Without our clothing, there was nothing stopping me from feeling every inch of him. He was just as aroused as I was, and he whimpered into the kiss as our hips ground together.

I left his mouth to travel down his neck instead. I latched onto a spot that made him squirm, right at the juncture where his neck and shoulder met, and sucked until his flesh turned hot under my lips. The mark left behind was barely visible on his dark complexion, like a secret hidden in plain sight.

Farther down, I used my teeth and tongue to trace patterns over his chest. He was lean, but still soft around the edges, and the muscles of his chest had just the right amount of give when I squeezed them.

He seemed to enjoy the rougher handling and grabbed my shoulders to pull me closer.

I flinched when his fingers dug into my injured shoulder. The bullet wound was much better than it had been a few weeks ago, but still not completely healed.

Frankie, of course, immediately noticed my reaction and jerked his hands away like he'd been burned.

"Sorry. I forgot. Are you okay?"

I laughed softly and moved farther down to lavish attention on his stomach.

"It's fine. More shock than actual pain."

Each word was punctuated with a nip to the sensitive flesh of his stomach. His whole body seemed to quiver with every application of my teeth against his flesh. Although he nodded as if he understood what I'd said, he still burrowed his hands under the pillows by his head like he didn't trust himself to touch me now.

I didn't mind. With his arms out of the way, his body was left on full display.

Moving down his stomach, I was so close to the prize between his legs that my breath ghosted over his cock. He moaned and squirmed just from the promise of stimulation, and when I pulled away, he actually wailed in despair.

"What? No. Why'd you stop?"

Leaning over to the drawer beside the bed, I pulled out the supplies hidden there.

Frankie stared in confusion at the box of condoms and lubricant I tossed beside him on the bed.

"Where did those come from? I don't remember buying that when I was at the store."

I couldn't even bring myself to feel embarrassed when I admitted that I'd bought the supplies after we kissed the first time. It had been a moment of hopeful thinking that was definitely paying off now.

Frankie nodded, but his lips were pursed. "And why were you hiding this stuff in the RV?"

The answer seemed so obvious I was surprised he needed to ask.

"Where else would I keep it? If we did end up being intimate, the RV would provide more privacy."

He laughed and threw one arm over his eyes. "You really do like to plan ahead. Don't you?"

"Of course."

With his arm over his eyes, he couldn't see me. I took advantage and quickly repositioned myself to take his cock into my mouth. He shouted in surprise from the unexpected stimulation and tried to buck his hips, but I held him down against the mattress.

"Fuck. Warn a guy."

His words lacked heat when he could barely speak them around his constant moaning.

I'd never been good enough at oral sex to figure out how to swallow someone completely. My gag reflex only let me take about half of Frankie's arousal into my mouth, but he seemed to be enjoying it anyway. Especially, when I ran let my tongue along underside of the head.

At the same time, I fumbled for the bottle of lubricant sitting only a few inches away. When I finally managed to get it open, I coated two of my fingers in the clear substance. Then, without ever stopping the motion of my mouth, I prodded my fingers between the lush globes of his ass.

This time Frankie couldn't even form words. His moans merely took on a frantic edge and he kicked his heels against the mattress as I slipped one of my fingers inside him.

He was tight, but obviously experienced enough to know how to relax and let me in. I didn't have to wait long before my second finger was able to join the first, and I set to work plunging my digits deep inside him. As I continued to lavish attention on his dripping cock, I also searched for the sweet spot that would make everything a hundred times more enjoyable for him.

"Fuck. Gabe. Keep going." He twisted his hands so tightly in the pillows I was surprised he didn't rip them.

As much as I enjoyed hearing his voice, the command was unneeded. I had no intention of stopping.

I knew I'd found the right spot when he suddenly arched his back and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I nearly choked but managed to pull back just in time. To make up for it, I kept rubbing at that spot inside him until he was half crazed from the constant stimulation.

His climax was quickly approaching, if his tightly pulled up sack and the loud responses were any indication. If I kept going, he'd soon tip over that edge of pleasure. I wasn't ready for that to happen just yet, though. I pushed him as far as I dared, but before he could find his release, I stopped and removed my fingers from his heat all together.

"Bastard," he snarled at me. "Don't you dare stop now."

In response to his demand, I grabbed his hips and flipped him over, so he lay on his stomach. I could hear him muttering curses against the pillows, but he didn't protest or try to stop me as I positioned him with his shoulders against the mattress and his hips in the air. It was such an inviting position, I shuddered, my cock throbbing in anticipation just from the sight of Frankie spread open and waiting for me.

Quickly rolling a condom onto my hard as steel shaft, I knelt behind him and lined up with his eager fluttering hole.

It was a lucky coincidence that one of my favorite positions also allowed me to sit up straight and keep my weight off my injured shoulder. There would be nothing to stop me from giving Frankie everything I had.

The other man growled against the pillows when I stopped to savor the moment. "Would you hurry up. Bastard. You're trying to kill me. I swear."

Who was I to deny such an order?

Gripping his hips in both hands to hold him steady, I shoved my dick inside him with one long, smooth thrust.

The feeling of him tightening muscles around my cock was more perfect than I could describe. It stirred something primal within me that I usually kept locked away.

I wanted to claim him.

Own him.

Engrave myself so deeply into him that he could never find satisfaction with anyone else.

Frankie's groans and begging words were only a distant echo in my ears. As soon as I'd seated myself all the way inside, I grasped his hips tighter and pulled out again. I barely left any time for him to adjust before I started fucking him at a punishing pace. He babbled something against the pillows, but he wasn't making any sounds of pain, and he never asked me to stop.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

My vision blurred around the edges and tunneled until all I could see was the way Frankie's whole body jolted each time I drove my hardness inside his sweet ass. Pleasure danced through my veins, but it was soft and mellow. The sharp edge that signaled an approaching orgasm was missing, and I knew from experience it wouldn't show up for a long time.

In contrast, Frankie seemed to already be riding the edge of his own pleasure. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell from the way the muscles in his back tensed and he squeezed even tighter around my cock that his release was rapidly approaching.

It probably didn't help that I was hitting his sweet spot with each thrust, but I had no intention of stopping.

When he fell over that blissful cliff of his orgasm, he buried his face against the pillow to muffle his scream. His whole body became a vice grip around me, and his inner muscles fluttered so frantically it almost felt like he'd started to vibrate.

I never stopped or slowed down, riding him through his orgasm until he was openly sobbing and clawing at the mattress.

When it finally ended, he fell limp in my grip and gasped for air. His muscles twitched and shuddered like he'd just run a marathon.

In response to his sudden lethargy, I started plunging into him harder, taking his hole for my pleasure like I owned it.

"Fuck," Frankie shouted which I hit his sweet spot again. "You're like a damn machine."

Since he'd just come, his nerves must have been so over-stimulated. Every time I thrust inside him, it probably sent a confusing mix of pleasure and pain rushing through him. I could tell from the way he kept trying to pull away and push closer at the same time.

I groaned low under my breath and sped up, keeping a tight grip on his hips to ensure he wouldn't be able to escape me for even a moment.

He started begging, but even he didn't seem to know what he was asking for. It was just a constant stream of, "Please. Too much. I can't. Don't. So good. Too much."

I basked in the sound of his desperate voice and kept my steady pace.

Eventually, my persistence won, and his cock grew hard again. It wasn't as desperate as his arousal had been before, and bobbed lazily between his legs like it couldn't make up its mind.

Without halting my movements for even a moment, I reached around him and started stroking his hardness in time with my thrusts.

"No," he moaned long and low, while at the same time practically humping my hand. "Don't. I can't. Too much."

He came again, this time accompanied by the sound of ripping fabric. He'd torn one of the pillows under his clawing hands and spread tufts of cotton all over the mattress like snow.

I sped up. Seeing him so desperate pushed me another step toward my own end, though I still wasn't there yet.

His second orgasm finished, and he was well on his way to a third when I finally felt the pleasure in my gut tighten and my balls pull up with a telltale signal that I was close.

By this point, Frankie had fallen quiet, his body easily accepting me each time I filled him. Even his breathing had slowed like he was in some sort of trance, though every now and then a pitiful little whimper escaped his lips.

When he reached his peak a third time, I managed to follow him. I clamped my hands down on his hips, my nails punishing his skin and leaving crescent-shaped indents, and I pushed myself as deep inside him as I could. His inner muscles clenched around me, milking the orgasm from me, and dragging my pleasure out even longer.

For how long it took me to reach climax, it also took me a long time to finish. The ecstasy rolled over me in waves, one after the other, and every time I thought it was done, another would hit.

Several minutes must have passed before I finally came crashing down from my peak. I felt worn out, and I wanted to just collapse on the mattress, but I had to take care of Frankie first.

Pulling out of him slowly, I disposed of the condom in a nearby trash can and helped him lie flat on his back. Then I headed for the RV's minimal bathroom and grabbed a wet washcloth in order to clean up the other man.

I was wiping down his inner thigh, careful not to touch any areas that looked too sensitive, when Frankie finally came back to his senses.

"What the fuck was that?"

My heart sank. The few times I'd been comfortable enough to share a bed with someone in the past, it always ended this way.

"Sorry," I said as I set the washcloth aside. "As I said, I've been told before that I'm too much."

"Too much?" Frankie repeated as he stared up at the ceiling with dazed eyes. "I'll say. You're way too much, you jackhammering terminator. I thought you were going to break me."

As I tried to repeat my apology and even promise to never touch him again, he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer.

"Do it again."

"What?"

He tugged at my arm until I had no choice but to lie beside him. "You're right. You are absolutely overwhelming. Do it again." He shifted on the mattress like he intended to roll toward me, but then grimaced and lay still. "Although maybe not right now. I'm dead. You killed me. But soon, definitely do it again."

Breathing a sigh of relief that I hadn't just ruined my relationship with the beautiful man, I helped Frankie roll over, so his head lay against my chest like a pillow.

Frankie yawned, and I felt his warm breath brush against my skin.

"Do you think Newt and Sebastian realize we're out here?"

Through the RV window, I could just see part of the safe house. Dusk had fallen while we'd been busy, and the lights glowing from inside the house looked warm and inviting.

"Probably. But I don't think they'll be too surprised."