“Every time I think tonight can’t get any better, you turn it up a notch.” Freddie ran his hand down my spine, dipping his fingers into my underwear, allowing his middle finger to drag through my crease. I bucked up, urging him to breach me.
With his free hand, he bared my ass, massaging one cheek as he continued teasing my entrance. “I think I’m addicted to your ass. Someday, I’d love to tie you to the bed and worship you all day.”
He dug his fingers deeper into my flesh. Just as I got used to the sensation, he pulled his hand away and nipped at my skin, then licked away the sting of his bite.
My hips bucked off the bed when Freddie’s stubble abraded my crease, followed by the wet slide of his tongue. “Fuck. Need more. Please, Freddie!”
He shoved a hand beneath my body, curling his fingers around my shaft, milking me as he opened my hole with his tongue. If he kept that up, tonight would be added to the list of nights we’d almost fucked, because I was going to come all over the bed.
I reached down, tearing his grip away from my cock. “Need you now. Can’t wait any longer.”
I twisted around on the bed until I could take his dick into my mouth. There was no languid teasing as I sucked him into the back of my throat. My ass clenched when Freddie coated my hole with cold lube. I groaned at the intrusion of two fingers into my body, which only fueled Freddie to fuck my face harder. I could well have died and gone to heaven, that’s how blissed out I felt.
Freddie’s body stilled, and I worried he might come down my throat. As much as I loved tasting his cum, tonight I wanted his load elsewhere. He pulled away, telling me to stay put.
He fumbled once again with the garters and I batted his hand away. There was something sinful about the thought of him being so desperate to take me that neither of us were naked.
“Just like this,” I told him. He tugged the lace down as far as he could as he manipulated my body to the position he wanted me in. I focused on my breathing as he tore open the wrapper and slid a condom down his length. He paused, resting a hand at the small of my back. “Do it, Freddie. Make me yours.”
I buried my face in the pillow to stifle a laugh. Lines like that had always sounded so damn cheesy when I heard them in porn, but I meant every single word. What we were about to do wasn’t meaningless sex; it was everything. Once he entered me, he’d leave an imprint that would never fade.
I rocked back slightly as his cock pressed at my entrance, urging him to enter me.
Both of us gasped as the head of his cock stretched me. It’d been a while since I’d been fucked, but that only heightened every sensation. Made the burn hurt more, made the eventual ease sweeter.
He drizzled more lube over his shaft and down my crease after a few strokes, making sure he wouldn’t hurt me. Freddie clamped his hand over the back of my head, shoving my face deeper into the mattress. I moaned at the force, loving how he didn’t take it easy on me simply because of how I was dressed. The niggle of doubt that he loved fucking me while I was dressed like this because it defied gender norms was silenced as he drilled his cock into my ass.
“So… fucking… good…” Freddie punctuated each word by slamming his hips against my ass. “Should’ve been doing this forever. You feel amazing.”
I reached between my legs, slowly stroking myself as he fucked me. Sweat dripped from Freddie’s forehead onto my back and he bent down to lick it away before wrapping an arm around my chest, hoisting me upright. I turned my head for a sloppy kiss as he pounded into me, his rhythm faltering as he devoured my mouth.
“You going to come for me? Going to let me feel your ass clench around my dick?” He bit my earlobe, then kissed his way across my shoulder. “Want you to make me come.” He shoved my upper body back to the mattress, pinning me with both hands. He shifted position slightly, sliding into me at the perfect angle to graze over my prostate. “Come on, baby. Let go for me. Do it.”
He kept goading me as I jacked myself. Between his dick in my ass, my hand on my cock, and his endless string of dirty talk, it wasn’t long before I felt a jolt through my entire body. I bit down on my fist, wishing like hell I could scream because Freddie instinctively knew just how to fuck my brains out. My muscles seized as my body erupted in orgasm, jizz coating my hand. I flopped down, too well-fucked to care that I was laying in the wet spot as Freddie kept fucking me, grunting moments later as he found his own release buried deep inside of me.
Freddie collapsed onto the bed, draping an arm over me as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. We stayed there like that long enough both of us almost drifted off to sleep when my eyes shot open and I hadn’t changed into pajamas. I eased out from under his grip, chuckling when he tried to recapture me.
“I’ll be right back,” I told him, maintaining contact until my fingertips brushed against his. “I’m thinking it will be hard enough for us to explain to Sophia why I’m in your bed. I don’t think you want to have the conversation with her about how I’m dressed.”
“Fine,” Freddie grumbled. “But just so you know, I am going to find a time when mama can keep Sophia overnight and then you’re going to sleep just like that for me.”
“I am, huh?” Freddie got away with so much I never would’ve put up with from any other lover, but that was because Freddie wasn’t like any other person I’d ever been with. When he made declarations like the one he just had, I knew it wasn’t coming from a place of him wanting to control me; his demands were fueled by nothing other than his desire. “I suppose we’ll have to see what we can work out.”
Once again, I peered into the hall before crossing, relieved to see Sophia’s door still cracked open the way it had been when I put her to bed. I stripped out of my lingerie as quickly as possible, opting for a pair of Freddie’s sweatpants. I practically swam in them, but they were old and worn in, making them perfect to sleep in if I had to sleep with clothes on.
When I got back into the bedroom, Freddie was just finishing changing the sheets. “You’re seriously changing the bedding in the middle of the night?”
“Well yeah,” Freddie responded, motioning for me to work on the opposite corner from him. “You might not mind sleeping in the wet spot, but it sure as hell isn’t my idea of a good time. Not to mention the fact that, by morning, the sheets will be all crusty and nasty, and I’d rather not deal with it then.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to Freddie. He wasn’t the same person he used to be, not that that was a bad thing, but there were all the subtle nuances of his personality that I never would’ve expected. He’d always been a bit of a slob growing up, but now he did his best to keep everything immaculate. He used to be so laid-back, and now it seemed like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. As we settled into the bed, it hit me that I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him. I didn’t want to go home. On some level, being here with Freddie was home.
Freddie reached out, pulling me back against his chest, kissing the back of my head as he thanked me for giving him tonight. I sighed, feeling like I was the one who should be thanking him. As I drifted off to sleep, the three words I would’ve given anything to say to him when we were teenagers nearly slipped past my lips. But it was too soon, way too soon. I wasn’t sure there was ever a time when he’d be ready to hear how I truly felt about him; how I’d always felt about him.
11
Freddie
As partof Frankie’s initiative to change the way things ran at Marino’s, he decided each of us brothers needed to take one week off during the summer. I was tempted to argue with him, not sure Carlos was ready to supervise the kitchen for that length of time, but Frankie and Tony eventually wore me down. Their argument was logical; they worried we were all born with workaholic tendencies and it would be far too easy for us to follow Papa’s footsteps straight into an early grave.
