Page 68 of Give Me What You Will

“You like that, don’t ya?”

Sammy's resistance snapped, and his hands finally descended on Frankie’s shoulders, their hot breath mingling. His chest fluttered, but he didn’t move to kiss him, not yet.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you?” he rasped, taking control of Sammy’s surrender, yanking his hair back and exposing Sammy's neck, sliding his tongue over his flushed, wet skin.

God, it felt good. Not the press of his cock, which, sure, of course, felt fuckin’ fantastic. But this—Sammy giving in to him. The stupid fucking wall crumbling into ruins. That set the gasoline in his veins on fire. He came here for this.

For him.

Sam.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen…” Frankie said in a rush of words, trying hard to keep his cool. “You’re gonna let me stay here—with you. I leave in two days.” He kissed his neck, pressing his lips slowly up his throat and then to the sensitive skin below his ear, leaving hot, trailing kisses, desperately wanting to suck, to mark him, but he wouldn’t, not yet. “You’re gonna call in sick and stay here with me—for me.”

Sam nodded weakly, all fight and all resistance gone.

Thank fuck.

Frankie’s cock hardened at the sight of him, so giving of his body to him now, so under his command that it was intoxicating.

“That’s it, baby…” Frankie rewarded him with a bitingly hard kiss at the side of his neck, sucking in that hot flesh and slowly dry humping, their hard cocks brushing and grinding. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy giving me what I want.”

He dropped his hand from his waist to Sam’s perfect ass cheek and squeezed hard, hoping to leave bruises.

“I’m gonna give you what you’ve always wanted,” he murmured promisingly. “What you’ve only seen glimpses of.”

Sam trembled.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna forget your name and scream mine…”

“Fuck,” Sam whimpered, full on humping him now, wild and unhinged.

“Did you wanna cum, baby?” He could feel his urgency, how tightly wound his body was and he wondered how long it had been since he had taken care of himself. And how much it bothered him to think that Sam hadn’t been.

“Yes, yes… fuck… please…” Sam begged.

Begged.

Jesus.

Frankie’s cock leaked in his jeans and he moved quickly, slipping his hand up to the hemline of Sam’s shorts and feeling the slick of his wet back before sliding his hand over the firm skin. He fingered the crack of his ass, feeling the moisture from his sweat and the hose water. He liked the primal, almost animalistic thrumming between them, all need and urgency wrapped in a tight fist.

Sam thrust his hips roughly into his dick that was pressed against the thick denim of his jeans, but he wouldn’t pull himself out. He wouldn’t cum, either. He wanted to watch Sammy unravel. He wanted to break down any remnants of that wall between them with a sledgehammer, so that no trace of it ever came between them again. Nothing but dust and ash. Rubble and ruins. Because he needed the real man, simpering and cum soaked.

“That’s it, baby,” Frankie crooned, licking the shell of his ear. “Keep fucking yourself on me. Use me.”

A groan tore through the back of Sam’s throat, and his hands descended onto Frankie’s ass now, palming and squeezing over the material of his jeans.

Frankie slid his fingers between his cheeks and Sam jerked, and he knew he was close. He found his tight hole, and using his sweat and the trickling water as lube, he circled the puckered entrance with his finger. He’d never done this with a man before. He had explored this a few times over the years with some of his women, but this…

He fuckin’ couldn’t get enough.

Sam made a sound—it was so sexy, a combination of mewling and sighing, that Frankie’s heart slammed into his chest and he suddenly couldn’t breathe. He needed to hear it again. Now.

He edged around his entrance again, practically shaking with need, and Sam gave him that sound again. So desperate. So dirty. So fuckin’ real. And his.

“You like that?” Frankie croaked out, so hard he thought he might be the one to burst in his pants. “You’re so fuckin’ needy, aren’t you, baby?”

Sam flushed, averting his gaze, embarrassed.