He rolled me on top of him, and I positioned myself over the thick crown of his dick and sank onto him. Almost choking from the rush of pleasure, I leaned forward, and Frisco grasped hold of my hips.
“Perfect.”
He drove deeper, then lifted me up. I caught our rhythm and rode him hard, the stretch and rub against my sensitive rim making everything perfect, and I lost myself in the haze of Frisco…of us. He began to move faster, slamming into my body, and I fell forward, matching every thrust inside me by stroking hard on my dick. Pleasure shot through me in an all-consuming, blinding light, and I came, spilling through my fingers onto Frisco’s taut stomach muscles, which bunched and rippled as he impaled me on his cock.
“Ahh, fucking hell.” His fingers dug into my waist and held me steady as his orgasm took over, and I could feel every throb and pulse of him in the tight clench of my passage.
Wet and disoriented, I gazed around for a moment while my brain realigned from its scrambled state. “Am I alive?”
“I don’t know,” Frisco answered. “But if we’re dead, at least we’re together.”
“If I weren’t dead after this, a repeat performance might kill me.” I tried to lift up on my knees, but it took two attempts before I could gather the strength and breath to move off him. After getting rid of the condom, Frisco put his arm around my shoulder and we lay together.
“You were incredible,” Frisco said, and my cheeks heated.
“You don’t have to say that. I know I’m pretty inexperienced. You’re used to men—”
“Who were nothing. They would never have been here in the first place. I didn’t invite people to my home and bed.”
“Except Armi.”
He rolled to his side and faced me. One thing about Frisco, he never hid who he was.
“Yes. Armi was here. Several times. But he was more than a fuckboy. More than my assistant. He’s a colleague and a friend. We had sex together when we were horny, but there were never any expectations.” He ran his hand up my arm. “You’re a friend and my lover. I may not have ever had one before, but I know the difference.”
“Yeah?” I hoped I didn’t sound too greedy for praise. Even though I was. Notwithstanding our declarations, and despite my body aching from our lovemaking, I still suffered from self-doubt.
He kissed along my arm, his hand gliding upward. “I’m thinking about tomorrow and the next day with you, instead of walking you out the door. I want you to hang your clothes next to mine in the closet, not hand them to you and say good-bye.” He rolled on top of me. “I don’t want to say good-bye to you.”
“I don’t want to say good-bye either.”
“Then don’t. Stay here. With me.”
I couldn’t be sure if he meant tonight or…forever. But it wasn’t a question that needed to be answered right then, not when Frisco’s mouth found mine in a hungry kiss.
“Again?” I teased, hooking my leg around his waist.
“Again.”
* * *
I woke up to the dawn breaking and Frisco flailing around in the bed, crying out in a broken voice that sent chills through me.
“Noo, nooo.”
I cradled his sweat-soaked body, unsure what to do. He held on to me, and his eyes flew open, but I could tell he wasn’t seeing me.
“Don’t. It hurts. I don’t want to.”
Heart breaking for him, I stroked his face. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” Was he reliving some nightmarish thing that had happened to him as a child? He dug his fingers into my arms.
“Nooo. Stop. Luca.”
I froze and held him tighter. It all made sense now. Seeing Luca yesterday must have triggered some long-repressed memories. I kissed his cheek and whispered over and over, “It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re safe.”
Finally he calmed and began to breathe deeply and heavily in a normal sleep, but I remained awake, watching the sunrise from the perch of Frisco’s lofted bedroom. Light glistened over the river and flashed orange and yellow against the glass skyscrapers, but I couldn’t appreciate the beauty. Not when I knew the man lying next to me had suffered.
Careful not to wake him, I slid out from under his heavy arm, and after using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, descended to the first floor. I made coffee and decided to see what he had in his kitchen to make for breakfast. A quick perusal of the fridge revealed a treasure trove of ingredients, as I should’ve suspected with a foodie like Frisco, and soon I had eggs and maple bacon sizzling in one pan with truffle oil hash browns in another.
