Chapter Twenty-Six
I stretched out on the bed and watched Frisco grab the lube and condoms before he undressed and joined me.
“Finally,” I grumbled.
“Anxious?” He quirked a brow, and the intensity of his blue eyes deepened. “Don’t worry. By tonight, you won’t be able to move.”
I propped myself up with the pillows behind me. “Is that a challenge? ’Cause if it is, consider it accepted.”
His mouth descended on mine, hard and insistent, and the silky smoothness of his tongue pushed inside, meeting mine. They swept, twisted, and tangled against each other. My breath grew short, and I groaned.
“You like that?”
“I love it.”
His lips touched my ear, whispering all the deliciously dirty things he was going to do to me.
“I want to eat you out until you scream for me, fill you so full, you’ll feel me for days.”
“I…I…Jesus. I can’t even think,” I panted out in short, desperate breaths.
“Good. You don’t need to think with me.” He moved down my neck, his hot mouth leaving a trail of fire. “Just feel.” His wet, full lips grazed my stomach, and then his tongue licked at the pulsing vein of my cock.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his breath flowing over my fevered skin as he picked my legs up, exposing me.
Heat rushed to my face, and I trembled, anticipating what he planned. “Frisco, I-I never…” I bit my lip and turned away from him. I felt ashamed at my inexperience, but he touched my cheek with such gentleness, I lost my breath for a moment and my heart forever.
“Bello, look at me. Never?”
Mortified, I met his eyes and saw nothing but desire and need. “No, but I want you to.” I had no shame in begging him to do anything he wanted to me. “Please.”
“You know I haven’t blown anyone since Luca, right?” Long, dark lashes fanned out against his cheeks as he studied me, and I nodded. “Well, you’re the first one since him I’ve even thought about rimming. And I want to taste you so much. Trust me?”
“I do,” I whispered. “I trust you with everything.”
He licked an elegant finger and touched my hole. With his bright blue gaze fixed to mine, Frisco made a slow, deliberate circle of my rim, leaving me gasping for air, the beautiful ache of pleasure building in my chest. My legs twitched, and I whimpered and moaned.
“Wait.” His mouth touched along my thighs, licked my sac, and my hands slapped the mattress. I was dancing on the edge of a lit fuse, waiting to explode.
“Jesus, God,” I choked out and felt the curve of Frisco’s smile against my leg.
“Mmm, you called?” He snickered, then licked around my hole and drove his tongue inside me, sparking nerve endings I never knew existed.
My mouth fell open, my eyes rolled back, and I lost myself in the slick heat of his mouth on me. I’d watched videos, but I couldn’t have prepared myself for the blast of hunger ripping through me as Frisco lapped and sucked. The wet and slippery sounds of his lips and tongue brought me to the edge without even touching my dick.
“Frisco, my God,Friscooooo,” I sighed.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasped out and swiped the flat of his tongue over my opening one last time, then reached over for lube and condoms. “I’m so fucking hard for you, I might blow before I get the condom on.”
“Don’t you dare.” I laughed weakly. “You’ll ruin your reputation as a stud.”
He sat back on his heels and grinned while rolling the condom down. “I have no worries. Besides…” He crawled over to my side and gave me a deep kiss of such sweetness, my head spun. “The only thing that matters is if I’m your stud.” Serious for the first time, he stroked my cheek, his face taut. “I need to be yours.”
“You are. You’re mine.”
His eyes glimmered, and I wasn’t sure we were joking anymore. “And you need to be mine.” He hovered over me, and we kissed and kissed until our breaths merged. “All mine.”
“I am.”
