Page 58 of Give Me What You Will

“I’ve got you, baby,” he reassured effortlessly—the way he always did.

Something cracked like a gunshot in his chest, and he knew what that meant. Their stroking was getting more frantic, and Frankie licked up his throat before leaning back and spitting down onto their joined cocks.

Sam gasped and jerked, hipping upward to receive it.

Frankie growled and did it again, his spit lubricating them.

“I’m—I’m…” Sam couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He watched Frankie watch him with that hooded, intense gaze that kept him locked in this moment, their cocks and hips moving as they fucked each other’s fists until Sam was writhing against him. His free hand shot out, grasping Frankie by the back of the neck and hanging on as he felt himself fall apart at the seams, his orgasm bearing down on him.

Frankie reached out, collaring him roughly by the throat, hips fucking him, cock spearing into their fists. “Wait… not yet…” he commanded. “Let me fuck you some more, baby.”

Sam gasped, shaking violently, forcing himself not to come and not sure he could.

“You’re beautiful,” Frankie rasped roughly, so unexpectedly. So fucking like him. To be affectionate and sweet and…

Fuck-fuck-fuck!

Sam cried out, undulating into Frankie’s furious pumping grip, and he came. It was violent and messy and endless, ripping through his body like nails and scraping through his system, destroying him from the inside out. Frankie grunted out a humming sound—a mixture of pleasure and relief, and came against him, shuddering and not stopping, as though he needed to milk the thick, hot ribbons of cum out of their bodies.

The orgasms finally subsided, and their breathing was hard and hot, fanning each other’s faces as Frankie released them. With a predatory gaze he had never seen from him before, Frankie squeezed his fingers over his throat, opened his mouth with his thumb on his jaw, and…

Smeared their combined bliss over his lips and into Sam’s mouth.

He jerked, his cock miraculously pulsing one last time, tasting their ecstasy on his lips.

“Get on your knees and clean me up,” Frankie whispered.

“Fuck.”

“Do it.”

Shaking, he sank down the wall and dropped to his knees. Frankie gave him little room to maneuver as he slipped his limp dick into his mouth and sucked. It was dirty and animalistic and exactly what he craved. He tasted salty and sweet, like him. The musky scent seared into his brain as he eagerly lapped him up, slipping his tongue beneath his balls and all the way up to the tip.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, fingers brushing tenderly and intimately through his hair. Sam should have expected this from Frankie. Of course, he was all handsy and gooey after a fucking orgasm. He was also like this after the gym, after riding in the car all day, after one too many beers… When he was… happy.

Sam’s heart thudded weakly.

“My turn.”

Frankie pulled him to his feet and dropped to his knees, sucking down Sam’s limp cock with such sudden authority and possessiveness that he gasped loudly, collapsing against the wall, another wave of shivers and shakes racing through him. He hungrily watched as Frankie greedily pushed his face into his balls and into the hair between his legs, nuzzling him, cleaning him. And Sam had never had any lover do this.

Frankie cleaned him for a long time, nearly reviving him. Grating his teeth along his pubic bone, he finally stood. “I never thought I would enjoy…”

He wiped a trembling hand over his face, still catching his breath. “Sucking cock?”

Frankie smiled roguishly, looking him up and down victoriously, as if he had won.

Sam blinked, the hazy fog of their passionate moment in the stairwell evaporating. “You think that’ll make me stay?”

Frankie licked his lips, chin tilting up and looking like the epitome of a conquering king. “I know it fuckin’ will.”

Sam straightened, about to tuck himself away when Frankie shook his head and, with a sudden, insistent tenderness, gently slid him back into his briefs, sliding the zipper of his pants up. He continued to straighten Sam’s blazer, buckling his belt and taking care of him. Taking care of him after destroying him, because that’s what he did to the women that fell prey to him, thanking their lucky fucking stars that they got both the teeth and the warmth. The possessiveness and the consideration.

“I can’t fuckin’ do this,” Sam said, unable to keep the ache from his tone.

“Do what?”

“This…”