Chapter Six
Holy shit.
What the hell was Frisco doing at my door at midnight, looking like a goddamnGQad?
“Uh, hello.”
“Hello to you too,” he answered in a low, sensual voice that brushed against me like velvet. “May I come in?”
“All right.”
I stepped aside, and he passed by me, but instead of entering the apartment, he stood close by my side, crowding me in the small vestibule. My heart pounded wildly as he shut the door, put his hand on my shoulder, and pulled me to him.
This is fucking crazy.
I stopped thinking at all when his mouth hit mine and his tongue pushed past my lips. I sucked it, and he growled, sending another shower of sparks through me. I pulled at the buttons of his shirt and yanked it off him. My ass hit the door, and he tugged my T-shirt over my head, hooked his fingers in the elastic of my boxers and peeled them off. They fell to my feet, and I stepped out of them. My now-rigid dick stuck out between us, and he grasped it in his hand. Squeezing the sensitive head in his fist, he began to pump me.
“This. This is how I pictured you all week. Naked, my hands all over you.” He dived into my neck, sucking and licking under my ear, and I heard my uninhibited groans and heavy panting.
“You…too…” I managed to grit out, fumbling with his trousers. With his fingers teasing and driving me wild, it was hard to manage a steady hand, but I popped the button and pulled at the zipper. I slid his pants and briefs past his hips and his hot shaft brushed my fingers.
“Ahh, yeah,” Frisco grunted and humped against me. “So fucking perfect.”
I took both of us in hand and stroked our steely erections to the roots, then up to the sticky tips. His hand covered mine, and we ground our hips together, rocking back and forth. Frisco’s free hand caught my hair and turned my head to meet his lips in a messy, wet kiss of clashing teeth and thrusting tongues.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he gasped, and as he licked and bit my mouth, he cupped my balls and ran a finger across my taint.
I couldn’t answer. My head spun, a white-hot blaze burst through me, and I came, spurting into our hands and between our stomachs. I sagged in his arms.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous.” Frisco followed a moment later, slamming me to the door again, this time so hard, I was afraid we’d break the glass. His dick rubbed against me, trapped between our abdomens, and he shot out streams of come, coating our hands and bodies. Shaking and breathing heavily into his neck, I tentatively slipped my arms around his waist and held him close.
God, it felt so good.
Frisco pressed soft kisses up my neck and jaw. “I’m not usually that crazy. But seeing you standing there flipped my switch.” He glanced down at our sticky bodies. “Looks like a shower is in order.”
A bit self-conscious, I let him go, and with my eyes averted, bent to pick up my boxers and T-shirt. “Yeah.” I figured he’d pick up his clothes, shower, and we’d make small talk for a while before he left. “I have spare towels in the closet next to the bedroom.”
He had his clothes in his hand. “I was thinking the two of us together?”
Surprised, I met his eyes. Strange how we’d had sex twice but barely knew each other. I’d never been like this, so easy to take and out of control. I’d had affairs and relationships and experienced passion and what I thought was love, but this was different.
The more I had Frisco, the more I wanted him.
“Sure, okay.”
Frisco washed himself and me, swirling the shower gel around my belly and chest, ignoring my twitching cock. His strong hands massaged my shoulders and back, and I sighed, laying my head on his shoulder. “Feels good.”
“I like making you feel good.”
With both of us rinsed clean, we left the stall and dried off. He picked up his briefs and stepped into them, and I didn’t want to see him leave. Not yet. But I wasn’t sure….
“Do you want to spend the night? I can give you a clean pair if you want.”
He checked himself and tilted his head, catching my eye from beneath the waves of his dark hair. “You want me to sleep here? With you?”
Embarrassed, I fumbled with the damp towels. “You don’t have to. I just figured it’s late to be going back to the city.”
“Yes. I’d like to. If I haven’t screwed up.”
