I clapped a hand to my mouth. “Uh. Oops?”
Awkward. Forever just a little bit awkward.
Fran’s face split in a smile that faded the second his gaze traveled down to my needy cock, which was shamelessly pulsing in his direction. He ran his palms along the sides of his pants, then clenched them into fists. “I want to touch you, Mark. Please let me touch you.”
Lethim? I’d die if he didn’t.
I nodded and sank to my knees also, so we were on a level, then I reached for the hem of his sweater and drew it up, needing to be skin to skin.
Fran complied easily, ducking his head to help me undress him, but before I could run my hands and tongue all over him the way I wanted to, he pushed me back gently onto the quilt so I was laid out flat, then he swung his thigh over mine to straddle me.
“My turn first. I’ve fucking dreamed of this.”
He leaned down and kissed me—another consuming, drugging kiss—and I yanked at his hair to hold him in place, but he broke away. “I want to kiss you everywhere,” he whispered, his mouth working over my neck on its way to my chest. “Want to taste every inch of you. Want to write myself into your cells.”
Oh, fuck.Fuck.
Every flick of his tongue and brush of his fingers left me restless and aching.Wanting. He whispered promises against my damp skin—that I was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen, that he’d make me feel so damn good—and my cock throbbed helplessly against his denim-covered ass.
The whole time, Fran’s eyes stayed on mine, a beacon in the storm, calming my soul even as he whipped my body into a frenzy.
I was not small or meek. I’d never needed a protector or even thought I wanted one; I could take care of myself. But Fran Goode had always made me feel protected anyway, in a way that didn’t make me feel weak, but as if making me safe and happy made him happy too.
And I gave myself over to it.
I swear, Fran sensed the change in me. His eyes flared hotter and his movements grew more frantic. He trailed kisses down my stomach, reveling in every gasp and clenched muscle, understanding every half-formed word and exhalation like I was speaking in full sentences. He traced my body like he wanted to map every plane and hollow to stake his claim.
By the time his tongue stroked a line from my groin to my hip, I wasaching. I moved my hands from gripping the quilt to gripping his hair and tried to pull him down to exactly where I needed him.
“Fuck. I need… Fran, Ineed…”
“I know,” he crooned. “I know what you need.”
He sucked the head of my dick for just a second—just long enough to get me good and wet, but not nearly as long as I needed—then moved lower, running his tongue over my balls before sucking them into his mouth one at a time while his hand worked my shaft.
“God, I forgot just how good you taste.”
“You’re killing me,” I informed him. I sounded drunk. “Please, Fran. I want your cock. Want you in me.”
“But your head…”
I grabbed his hair in both my hands and tugged firmly until he lifted his head far enough to meet my gaze.
“Francis Goode, both my bruised head and my very needy ass are on board with this. Please. Fuck. Me.”
A tremor shook him from head to toe, and he stepped back to quickly shuck his jeans and underwear.
“I can’t say no to you, you know that?” He grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer of the table by the sofa and dribbled some on his fingers as he knee-walked back to me.
Meanwhile, my entire attention was focused on his cock—that enormous, perfectly curved, dark red cock I couldn’t wait to have inside me. I tangled my fingers with Fran’s while he frowned at me curiously, but he got the idea when I used my lubed fingers to stroke him off as he opened me thoroughly.
“Fuck yes,” he breathed against my stomach. His chest heaved like a bellows and his eyes burned into mine. “You own me entirely, Mark. Do you know that? I will do anything for you.Anything. Just…” He broke off with a moan and let his head fall against my stomach as he thrust into my fist.
“I want you in me,” I repeated softly. “Just you and me with nothing between us, like before. I’ve never done that with anyone else. I got tested two months ago and I was negative, and I haven’t been with anyone since I came to O’Leary.”
Fran’s face fell.
“I mean…it’s okay if you can’t say the same,” I said quickly. “Never mind. I—”
