11. CAL

When Frankie called, we'd been doing face masks and eating far too many of the cucumber slices rather than putting them on our faces. I didn't know what the purpose of putting them over your eyes were, other than not being able to eat them afterwards because they'd got all your skin cells on them.

Wrapped in bathrobes and laid on the bed as Desperate Housewives played on the big screen. I'd had a fun night with Sutton, even if he was forced to have one of the female masseuses rather than one of the men.

"What did he say?" Sutton asked. "You sound serious."

I didn't know what to make of the call. I asked him if he was ok, and he didn't respond. He told me he loved me and hung up. It wasn't like him to do that, but at least he was alive, and he didn't sound like he was in any danger.

"He'll be back soon. You'll probably have to leave," I said.

Sutton clicked his tongue. "I have a room here," he said, smiling. "When I made that upgrade, I also attached in an additional room, no extra charge, of course."

"I guess that explains why there's two keycards, I thought one was for me and the other for you, or Frankie."

"In a way, yeah, one is for me. Wait. Did he take the other?"

"No, they're both on the bedside table." That's where they'd always been since we hadn't left the room. We'd got room service and massages delivered right to us. I could've gotten used to this, although there were only so many things Sutton's hacking skills could do to keep this from looking suspicious.

"I'll try both on this door, and see," he said. "My room isn't as fancy; I didn't want to make anyone look into it."

I sighed, laying back on the pillow as Sutton went to try the keycards. "I'm just nervous."

"You don't have any reason to be nervous," he said. "Frankie does what he does best, you know." He chuckled, drawing a line across his neck with a finger.

Sutton knew about my past and how I'd bonded myself to Frankie, almost like a disease he couldn't shake free. "I don't think he did any of that tonight, but he'd never say over the phone anyway."

"Smart," he said, nodding. "And no texting either."

"Obviously."

"Good. Good. I'm glad that little things I taught you that seem completely obvious have stuck."

Sutton couldn't take all the credit for that. I was already clued in. He just helped me implement a couple of things that would've taken me years to learn to do myself.

As we finished our episode of Desperate Housewives and washed off the face mask, a knock came at the door. The knocking grew intense and heavy.

"Fuck," I said, drying my face off on a hand towel.

"Get it," Sutton said.

"No, you."

"Cal," Frankie's muffled voice called out to me. "Come on, baby. Open."

I raced to the door, pulling it open.

Frankie threw himself inside and slammed the door shut. His hands cupped my face as he started to kiss me.

"Guys, I'll leave before you get into all of that," Sutton said.

I didn't even register Sutton leaving after that. Frankie pulled me up into his arms and carried me over to the bed.

"Everything ok?" I asked.

"It's better now." He threw me down onto the bed. "I'll tell you all about it after I've got this out of my system."

I pushed myself up on my elbows and tried to reach out and grab the end of his necktie. He pulled away with a big smile, seeing what I'd been trying to do. "Then why are you wearing so many clothes?" I asked, pulling at the tie keeping my bathrobe in place. I only had my underwear on. "Undress faster!" I spread the bathrobe out as he became a star in the middle of the bed.

He kicked his shoes off. "How was the massage? Did you try the sauna? What about the hot tubs?" He asked, undressing and folding his clothes up neatly. "Or have you just been in here eating and watching TV?"

The room service trolley was still in the room, alongside a bowl of half-eaten cold french fries. "I treated myself," I said, kicking my legs. "And I'm ready to be treated again."

"Turn over," he said.

"No, I wanna watch you."

"Ass up, now," he commanded. "Because I have a promise to keep. So, get that peachy little ass up in the air."

I hadn't forgotten about that promise he'd made. I rolled over in the bed and pulled my underwear down just a little to reveal my ass. I watched as Frankie removed his briefs. He balled them up in his hand and approached me. His cock throbbing and bouncing around at his waist.

"Mmm," I said, smacking my lips.

He climbed onto the bed, sitting on the back of my legs. "Time to get you massaged on the inside too," he said, laying on my back. He grabbed my head, pulling me. He stuffed his balled-up briefs into my mouth. "There. My promise is kept. That's what you wanted." He kissed my neck, going back down my body. "What do they taste like?"

They tasted just like the fabric softener I used. Disappointed I couldn't taste his dick on them. I pushed them out. "I want the real thing."

Frankie sat on the back of my legs and gave my ass a spank. "I didn't tell you to take them out." He gave my other cheek a spank. "I thought that was what you wanted."

"I was hoping there would've been some flavor to them," I told him, pushing my ass up and trying to push my legs too, but he firmly sat on those. "Are you gonna let me suck your dick?"

He laid himself down on me once more, the laughter in his chest vibrating on my back. "You know I don't give in that easy." He kissed the back of my neck. "But I've had an exhausting evening, so I wouldn't mind laying down and letting you do your thing." He rolled off me, sprawled out on the side of the bed.

Free reign was always my favorite. I loved it when he took charge, but I loved doing whatever I wanted to him. It was like visiting a theme park and being given unlimited rides and zero queues.

Frankie tucked his hands behind his head and waited for me. I was spoiled for choice.

I could never tease his body the way he teased mine. I played with his nipples, pinching them between my fingers, then I placed my mouth around each of them, giving each a little suck and a bite, trying to get a reaction from him. The only reaction he gave was the green light, and his cock slapping at his stomach, leaving little dots of precum.

"Why aren't you ticklish?" I asked, pressing a finger into his ribs.

"It feels nice," he said. "Is that all you're going to do?"

"No." I went in harder.

He just looked at me, shaking his head. "Try something else, maybe you'll get a different response."

I moved down his body with kisses, I reached his cock. After licking away the precum, I pulled back his foreskin to see the pink head. I pressed the tip of my tongue to the tip of his cock.

He teeth sank into his lip.

I knew this was the most sensitive part of his entire body. I used my tongue and took full advantage, trying to tickle him. There were signs it was working, like more precum, but it didn't show on his face, other than a big smile.

"Come on," he said. "You know all this slow stuff isn't my speed."

The only time we'd ever been slow was the first time, and that seemed like we were going slow accidentally. Neither of us knew what we were doing with each other. But now we were quick to fuck.

I sucked his cock for a little while, taking it as deep as it would go and without giving myself lockjaw.

Frankie pressed a hand on the back of my head, keeping me down for a moment before pulling me away, saliva dripping from my mouth.

Gasping for air, I nodded at him. "Again."

He sat up. "When I said I want to be in you, I meant it. And you're taking too long." He snapped his fingers. A sharp, crisp sound. "On your back. Underwear off. Legs up. Cheeks spread. Now."

"Yes, Sir!" I said, chuckling as I gave him a two-finger salute.

On my back, with my underwear off. I pulled my knees to my chest and reached down to part my cheeks.

Frankie stood, but my eyes were on his dick. Seeing it bounce made my hole clench. I wanted it now. He gave my ass a little tap before pulling my cheeks a little further. He started by sucking on my balls, and then onto my cock, and back down again until his tongue was against my hole pressing against how hard I'd clenched.

Having my ass eaten was one of the nicest feelings ever to be felt on my body. I tried to keep my position as he'd ordered it, but it was becoming difficult as I managed the tickle in my stomach and the weighted hardness of my cock throbbing.

"I fucking love you," he said, back on my balls, he sucked on one and then let it slip out of his mouth. "You taste good."

I couldn't get what I wanted to say out of my mouth. It was the hotel soaps. They left my skin feeling fruity and creamy to the touch. He pressed a finger inside me, hooked, he touched my prostate. I was ready to cum just at the slightest touch of it. It was worse when he was fucking me at a weird angle and he would be pressing against it, that was a testament to how much I could hold back that urge of wanting to cum.

"I can feel you holding back," he said, almost reading my mind. "I feel it." He pushed his finger deeper inside me as his other hand grabbed at my inner thigh. "All the tension." He squeezed. "You're holding back."

"I—I—"

He chuckled. "Shh." He pulled his finger from me and pushed himself onto his knees. "I want you to make so much noise that we get a noise complaint."

I'd been holding back from making noise, it was something I always did, sometimes because he told me to, but most of the time because it felt strange to me to be screaming my lungs out with pleasure.

"Make some noise," he said. "I dare you."

"Give me something to make noise about."

Frankie smirked. "I thought you'd say something like that." He used spit on the tip of his fingers, placing it on my hole as lube.

"You know there's—"

He shook his head. "I want to make sure everything that enters you is from me."

I couldn't argue with that, it made me giddy. "Hehe."

Pushing the tip of his cock inside me, I let out a quiet moan. He shouted at me. I moaned louder. He continued to push until it felt like his cock was trying to split me in two. Moaning even louder, he placed a hand over my mouth. "That's good," he said.

I licked his hand. He removed it. "Fuck me," I said, pouting. "Fuck me with everything you've got. Assuming you've got a lot in you."

He pushed my legs back until my knees were beside me on the bed. That flexibility training had been doing wonders. It spread my cheeks better than I could have. He pinned me there, pulling out slowly and pushing back in with a jackhammer force of his hips.

"Fuck me!" I moaned louder than I'd ever done before. It made the inside of my chest tickle, almost like I needed to laugh. "Harder."

He went down once again, this time I thought his dick was going to bust up out of my belly. "Say something else." He released a hand on one knee to grab at my nipple. My leg stayed in place, almost frozen there. "Go on. Try and demand something else from me."

"Faster," I said, biting down my smile. "Please."

"No, no." He shook his head; his thrusts slow with his cock inside me. "You don't get to look all cute and then say please. You were being demanding. Where's that gone?"

I was playing right into what he wanted. He wanted me to push up against his dominance and then he'd put me back into my place. It was a game I liked to play, but sometimes the punishments could leave me feeling a little like a brat, and too much of that was never good.

"Fuck me faster," I said. "I bet you can't."

He was furious. It was fun.

We got to the part where he flipped me onto my stomach and restricted my autonomy. He moved my body in all the ways he wanted. He pressed an arch into my back and pulled my ass up into the air. He gave me a moment before he started fucking me again. "You might not want to sit down for a while after tonight," he said, squeezing both my cheeks and parting them to get to the soreness starting to ache in my ass. It craved something long, thick, and pumping out cream to save it.

I enjoyed every minute of it.

He had my hands under my knees, effectively pinning myself down.

And then he fucked me until I came, hands-free. My hole tightened around his cock, and he kept fucking like it was the gift he'd been working towards. And in a way, it was a gift, one that my body was giving him, as I squeezed out every drop of cum feeling him fill me up as he stopped thrusting his hips.

He laid beside me, panting for breath. He let out a chuckle.

Collapsing in on myself, I felt the wet patch of cum against my torso from where it had landed on the bathrobe. "That was worth it," I told him, turning my head to stare into his flushed red face.

"I needed that," he said, reaching out to run a hand through my hair.

"So, what happened tonight?" I asked.

He shook his head and snorted. "You wanna get straight down to it, huh?"

"Yeah." My voice was hoarse from all the noises I'd been making.

"It was a fake ID," he said. "He was an undercover cop."

Jolting with surprise, I rolled to my side. "What?"

"He was dead when I got there. I think they're doing a drug sting."

"You tell your family yet?"

He shook his head. "I needed to get this out of my system first." He leaned in and kissed me. "Police arrived. I was almost caught. I think it was another set up."

My face froze in shock. This was now a reason to be scared.