Frisco sauntered over, his heated gaze resting solely on me. I’d never have to wonder if Frisco wanted me. It was there on his face for everyone to see, and I liked that. After years with Pete where I was never enough, Frisco made me feel like everything.
“Well, well. Who do we have here?”
Frisco’s larger than life presence dwarfed Pete, and I almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
“This is Pete Maxwell. My ex.”
“Hello, Pete Maxwell, the ex. I’m Frisco, the new.” His fingers found the nape of my neck and slid into my hair. He pulled me to him and his mouth hit mine, tongue slipping inside. I sighed and kissed him back fervently, forgetting I was in the middle of my brother’s restaurant, forgetting Pete was watching, almost forgetting my name by the time Frisco let me go.
“What was that about?” I murmured to him after catching my breath.
“If I have to explain it to you, I wasn’t doing it well enough.” His smile gleamed, and he held my chin in his hand to swoop in for another possessive, demanding kiss.
“I guess your reputation as a bad boy is slipping, Francisco Martinelli. What’re you going to do about it?”
“I was never good at show and tell, even as a child. When something’s mine, I like to keep it all for myself.” With the entire restaurant watching, including Jasper and Luis who’d come out from the kitchen when several people started clapping and whistling when he kissed me, Frisco took my hand, and with a wave and a smile, tugged me along with him and left.
“Good night, everyone. Don’t forget to tip your server and leave a positive review on Yelp.”
The door shut behind us, and we walked down the block. My lips still tingled, and my body thrilled to his words. When we reached my apartment, Frisco tossed his jacket to one of the kitchen stools and dragged me to his chest.
“I meant what I said.” His lips pressed kisses along my jaw while his hand cupped my ass. I grew hard, matching his already heavy erection.
“You said a lot of things. Themazzamurru? Or how much you enjoy cooking?” I smiled against his lips, and my breath caught as he scraped his teeth across my throat and sucked my neck. “Oh, God.” I practically purred, rubbing up on him. He made me feel so damn good.
“You know I’m not.”
“I’m not sure I know anything anymore. Not when you keep doing that.” I arched my neck to give him more room to keep going. I needed him not to stop, or I might die of longing.
“You’re mine. Don’t be with anyone else. Be there for me.” His kisses grew more frantic, and I picked up on his desperate, greedy hunger. We stripped quickly, and leaving our clothes scattered on the floor, walked to the bedroom, where Frisco pushed me down on the bed and took my mouth again.
Every touch burned like fire, every kiss tasted like forever. I was out of control, in the zone of desire, unable to do anything but feel. My body throbbed, empty and aching.
“Please,” I whispered, my mouth seeking his. “Now, please.”
I fisted my cock while he pulled out the condom and lube, but it wasn’t enough. My hands alone couldn’t satisfy me anymore.
Frisco sat back on his knees, watching, his face dark and unreadable. “I don’t…I haven’t given head since Luca. I couldn’t imagine taking someone in my mouth.” He crawled over to where I lay spread out, waiting for him. “But you…I think I can. I want to wrap my lips around you, lick you up and drink all that down.”
My breaths grew short as I continued to stroke myself, the sticky precome sliding between my fingers. At the first touch of his lips to my stomach, I bucked my hips and trembled. He lapped at the trail of hair leading to my groin and buried his face in the juncture of my thigh. Long fingers cupped my swollen balls and squeezed them gently.
“Ahhh, Jesus,” I hissed, spreading my legs even as I held on to my leaking cock. Frisco took his time, licking me, then drew his tongue up my shaft, teasing around my fingers until he came to the crown.
“Let me,” he whispered, and my hand gave way for the heated wetness of his mouth, lips, and tongue. It was like being encased in fire, and I heard myself, moaning, whimpering, breath hitching. I felt no shame.
Frisco grew more confident in his motion, sucking the head, licking around the sensitive frenulum, sending shivers of delight through me. The flat of his tongue explored my shaft, tracing the vein to the root, then farther to my balls and my taint, sending me into a frenzy.
“Frisco, please.”
He accepted the thrust of my hips, which sent my cock deeper down his throat. His movements turned stronger and rhythmic, and I couldn’t hold off any longer. My orgasm shuddered through me, streams of come filling his mouth. I shook all over, and in a dreamlike state watched Frisco take everything I gave him. He sat on his heels and licked his lips, eyes like twin blue flames in the dim room.
I sighed. “That was amazing.”
“Not bad for an almost twenty-five-year absence. And you begged me so nicely.” He straddled me, the push of his heavy erection warm and alive against my stomach. “I like it when you beg for me.” Fire blazed in his eyes, and the humor fled, replaced by a passion so visceral, it reached out and wrapped its weight around me.
“I’ll do anything you want.” God, I was so lost in him. I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop falling into his eyes, his kiss…
