Stranded

by Chance Carter

  “I’m confused,” I said. “Why would you...”

  At my loss for words, Levi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, it sucks that you couldn’t be home for Christmas. I at least wanted you to make it for New Years. Don’t overthink it. Just accept the present.”

  He walked toward me and guided me toward the door with a hand on my shoulder. Confusion threatened to overwhelm me. What did this mean? It was such a sweet, thoughtful thing to do, and sweet and thoughtful were not two things I attributed to Levi.

  “Have a good sleep, Frankie.” Levi opened the door, but I shot out a hand and closed it, turning to look up at him.

  He frowned down at me in confusion, letting his hand fall to his side. I could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. The same masculine smell I’d been inhaling from his sweater all day wafted to my nose, drawing me closer.

  I couldn’t resist. I’d been resisting him all day, trying to ignore the throbbing lust that ran down to my very bones. If he could give me a gift out of the blue, then I should be able to do the same, right?

  I told myself it would be the last time. It wasn’t a big deal, and I shouldn’t treat it like one. I just needed to get him out of my system.

  If I ever could.

  Chapter 23

  Levi

  “Frankie, what are you doing?”

  Her hand rose and pressed against my shoulder, turning me until my back hit the wall. She looked up with burning eyes and pink cheeks and my cock stiffened.

  “Shh.” She pressed a chaste kiss to my chest and a shudder rippled through me. “I don’t want anyone to hear us.”

  Frankie started kissing down my stomach, igniting an inferno in my veins, and I thought I might topple over.

  “Frankie, I don’t expect anything in return for those tickets.” I tried to grab her shoulders, my mind fighting my body, but Frankie twisted free and continued her downward path.

  “I know,” she said between kisses, lips grazing the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Just shut up, would you?”

  A growl rumbled in my throat. My cock throbbed against the tight cotton, aching to feel her touch. After a whole night of wanting her from a distance, I’d resigned myself to the fact that I’d be jacking off to the thought of Frankie tonight. Again. I never imagined she’d come slinking into my room in a pair of pajama shorts and a revealing tank top to satisfy me personally.

  Frankie dropped to her knees and looked up at me, long black lashes framing the wondrous sea green of her eyes. Her pouting lips parted, and she licked them. I gritted my teeth.

  Frankie leaned forward and rubbed her lips and nose along my covered shaft, fanning it with her hot breath. I groaned and clenched my fists at my side. My fantasy of seeing her take my cock between those swollen lips was finally coming true, but she was torturously slow about it. With Frankie, I’d expect nothing less, and I knew she’d make it worth it in the end.

  Finally, she reached up and pulled down the waistband of my briefs, sliding the fabric down my legs until I stepped out of them at the ankle. My cock swung toward her face, a drop of precum glistening at the tip.

  I was dizzy with how much I wanted her. It felt like my entire body pulsed with want. My vision narrowed to the sight of Frankie on her knees and nothing else. Nothing else mattered.

  Frankie gripped the base of my shaft and squeezed, then brought the tip to her mouth and licked it. My knees quivered. She licked it again from the underside, then from the top. She kept licking, like my dick was a melting ice cream cone and she didn’t want to spill a drop, and my heart raced so fast I thought it might explode. She took teasing to another level, but just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she sucked the tip between her lips and went down the length of me in one swoop.

  My legs nearly buckled. I leaned against the wall for support as Frankie began to suck me in earnest, bobbing up and down my shaft in long, smooth strokes like she’d never even heard of a gag reflex. She cupped my balls in her free hand and massaged them gently, sending sparks of electricity flooding through me. I was in fucking heaven.

  I watched her expertly take me in, letting her hand fall from my shaft so she could suck me down to the base. She gagged a little but kept pushing.

  Saliva dribbled down her lips, but she pushed further until her nose rested against my groin. She held me in her throat for a couple of seconds then pulled off, coughing and sputtering. She stroked my cock and then took me in again, picking up a smooth rhythm that left me weak in the knees. I wrapped her hair around my fist and guided her to the pace I wanted, and she was eager to comply. Frankie was a wet dream come to life. My wet dream.

  Searing pleasure built between my thighs and I leaned my head against the wall, shaking. Frankie’s hot mouth never stopped for a second. She kept taking me deep, working me with her lips and tongue until my world threatened to implode. I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I rasped.

  Frankie moaned. It vibrated along my shaft, right down to my balls. It felt so fucking good. My thighs tensed and my cock exploded with pleasure. Frankie swallowed down every drop, licking my shaft when it was over and kissing her way up my chest. I stayed against the wall, unable to move. Unable to think. Only the sight of Frankie reaching for the door handle spurred me to action.

  I clamped my hand around her arm. “Where are you going?”

  Frankie smiled. “Just accept the present, Levi.” She winked. “Don’t overthink it.”

  Frankie tried to pull away, but I drew her to me, circling my arms around her back and staring into the depths of her eyes.

  “I’m not finished with you,” I murmured.

  Frankie gasped. Her eyes blazed with life.

  I kissed her before she could say anything, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth and pulling her tight against my chest. She melted into me, sighing as I deepened the kiss.

  I could hardly believe I’d made it a week without kissing Frankie’s soft, pliant mouth. She opened up for me like a flower and I dove in, raking my fingers through her hair to tip her head back and give me better access.

  I pulled at the hem of her tank top and she lifted her arms to ease it off. She was braless underneath, her nipples puffy with want. I cupped her fleshy globes and squeezed. Frankie moaned quietly.

  All the sordid thoughts I’d had about Frankie during dinner crept back in, stirring heat in my balls. It wouldn’t be long before I was hard again. I guided her to the bed and pulled down her pajama bottoms, revealing a hot pink thong underneath that I committed to memory.

  I wasted no time in removing it and getting to work, my mouth covering her clit. Frankie bit into the pillow, not wanting to be overheard. I didn’t tell her that I’d had plenty of girls in here in high school and never once been overheard because it was cute to watch her try and stifle herself. She bucked and panted as I lapped at her with the flat of my tongue, loving the taste of her feminine juices. I sucked on her clit and she went wild. She dug her fingers into my hair and urged me closer, and I was going to give this woman everything I had.

  I moved lower and licked her entrance. She squirmed, releasing a sexy whimper. I stiffened my tongue and started to fuck her with it, growing rock hard at the thought of my cock replacing it soon.

  Frankie loved it. She moaned into the pillow, but it came out like a desperate cry. I could listen to her little noises all night, not touching her at all, and still get off on it. Her head thrashed against the pillow. I kissed up to her clit and sank a finger deep inside of her, curling it and tapping against her g-spot.

  “Oh my god,” Frankie breathed. “Keep doing that!”

  As my lady commanded, I lapped at her clit and fucked her slowly with my finger, adding another just as her body began to tense. Frankie’s hands bunched in the blankets and she arched up, giving me a great view of her tits. Her thighs shook. She looked so hot, so wild and undone. I wanted to remember her like this always.

  Frankie fell back against the mattress,
and her pussy squeezed my fingers. I kept going, riding through each wave of pleasure until I could tell she couldn’t take anymore.

  I kissed the inside of each quivering thigh and worked my way up her stomach, over the swell of her tits, and to her perfect pouty lips. She smiled against my mouth.

  “Are you ready for me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

  “Please.”

  I found my wallet on the bed stand and swiped a condom from it, sitting back to roll it over my jutting length. Frankie bit her lip and watched with the satisfied smirk of a cat.

  I covered her with my body and ran my teeth down her neck. She shivered. Lining myself up with her entrance, I began to push inside slowly. She was molten and tight, taking me in inch by inch. I kissed her throat and thrust in to the hilt.

  I groaned. “Fuck baby. You feel so good.”

  Frankie surprised me by grabbing my face and slamming her mouth against mine. It was a primal kiss, one built on burning lust and passion. I began to move inside of her, bringing our hips together over and over again and her tongue tangled with mine. Our bodies rolled together. Danced together. We moved in perfect harmony and I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.

  Frankie pushed at my shoulder, and I rolled back, letting her take the reins. She rose above me like a sensual cobra, rolling her hips and taking me at her own pace. Her tits bounced above me. I reached for them, sinking my fingers into their softness. Frankie’s head fell back. She rode me with practiced ease.

  I lay back and watched her work, admiring the soft curves of her body and the way her mouth fell open as her thrusts grew more erratic. She bent over me, breasts swinging pendulously, and began to bounce and shake on my cock. Her rasping breaths blew against my ear. I grabbed her hips and began to guide her in short, fast strokes.

  Frankie fell forward, whispering curses into my shoulder, as her body came apart. She spasmed around my cock, and it felt so good that my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I twisted over and pressed her back against the mattress. She fell limply and I began to drive into her, balls tight against my body. Swirling magma stroked my insides, sending me into a frenzy. I buried my face in her neck and came with one final stroke.

  I blacked out for a second, and when I came back to myself, Frankie was running her fingers along my back. The tender caress brought up shivers in the wake of her fingers. I sat up a little, pulling one hand to my lips and kissing her knuckles. Frankie giggled.

  “You can act like such a gentleman sometimes.”

  I chuckled. “Don’t ever confuse me for one.”

  “I won’t.” She pulled her hand back and used it to urge me onto my back. I flopped over, expecting her to curl against my side, but Frankie sat up and started rooting around on the floor for her clothes.

  “Hey, where are you going?”

  Frankie glanced back at me, raising one of her brows. “Don’t tell me you’re still not finished with me.”

  “I might be spent, but there’s no rush for you to leave.”

  She shrugged and pulled on her tank top. “I think it would be best if I went back to my room.” Standing, she added, “This was the last time. We can’t do this anymore.”

  “You were the one who came to me, sweetheart.”

  Frankie pulled on her shorts, still facing away from me. I lamented the sight of her round ass disappearing.

  “I know,” she said. “But I mean it. No more.”

  Frankie disappeared without another word, without even a goodnight kiss. I lay on my bed, sweaty and confused. I should have probably felt relieved, because the last thing I wanted was to have some chick hanging onto me long after I had finished with her. The problem was I didn’t feel finished with Frankie. She was done with me though, and I would have to respect that. Even if I didn’t like it.

  Exhausted, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.

  Chapter 24

  Frankie

  “Don’t be nervous,” I called into the room. “Just breathe.”

  “It’s not going to fit,” Val called out in a singing voice. “I knew I shouldn’t have accepted Garrick’s invitation for Christmas. Gerhart and Molly have fattened me up, and now I’m screwed.”

  I sighed and shook my head, laughing. “You’re going to be fine. It’s almost physically impossible for you to get too fat for your wedding dress in such a short amount of time.”

  I heard Val swear and for a second worried that maybe I was wrong, not that it would be a big deal. We could either pay for a rush alteration, or the two of us could start hitting the pavement together a few times a week, but either way, we would get her in that dress. But when the curtain opened, the shop assistant grinned and waved her hands toward the stunning bride.

  “Fits like a glove,” she said.

  Val’s face glowed with relief. “It fits perfectly.”

  “It’s almost like you’re the same size as you were when we measured you,” I remarked. “Shocking.”

  She batted a hand dismissively at me. “Shut up. Tell me how beautiful I look.”

  Val didn’t need me to tell her, but I did anyway, commenting on the perfection of her princess gown and how stunned Garrick was going to be on the big day. She beamed throughout and admired herself in the full-length mirror, messing with her hair and twirling.

  “I can’t believe it. Just a little over a month and I’ll be walking down the aisle.”

  “I know. Almost everything is ready to go, so now it’s just a matter of getting you both there.”

  She chuckled. “Garrick would camp out under the arch for the next month if he could. He’s more excited than I am.”

  “I believe it.”

  Val finally turned away from her reflection and walked over to hug me, squeezing me with arms like a champion rower.

  “I feel like I haven’t seen you in years, but it’s only been a couple of weeks,” she said. “How was New York?”

  She pulled apart from me, and the shop assistant reentered the dressing room. I massaged a kink in my shoulder and grimaced.

  “It was good. My family was thrilled that I could make it.”

  “How did that come about anyway?” Val called. “You said your brother surprised you?”

  “Uh.” I decided now was as good a time as any to tell her, especially since I’d been unable to think about anything but Levi since then and I could use a little reassurance.

  “So actually it was your brother that surprised me with a ticket,” I said.

  “I don’t have a brother.”

  “You will in a month.”

  Val ripped the curtain back, dress around her hips. The shop assistant’s eyes bulged in terror behind her.

  “Are you saying Levi bought you the ticket?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  Val’s mouth fell open. “That’s...wow! Why? When? What did he say?”

  “I got the notification when I went to bed on Christmas,” I said. “All he said when I asked him was that he felt bad I couldn’t be with my family for Christmas.”

  Val allowed the shop assistant to close the curtain and I leaned back against the white leather sofa. It creaked under me.

  “That’s not all,” I said. “But I’ll save the rest for when you come out.”

  Val emerged from the room in record time, thanking the assistant and hoisting me up by the elbow.

  “Did you have sex with him again?” she whispered.

  I nodded. “I went to get him to take the ticket back but he couldn’t. And then...I don’t know what came over me. I wanted to thank him. So, I uh, thanked him.”

  Her eyes filled with delight. “Let’s go grab a drink.”

  We finished up at the store and headed across the street to a small brewpub. Val ordered us two frothing pints and we sat at a small corner table.

  “You and Levi had sex again,” she mused aloud. “And you weren’t even stuck on a mountain with nothing else to pass the time.”

  “It was the last time,” I insisted. “I couldn
’t help myself. Garrick is hot, and you’ve done well there—but have you seen his brother?”

  “Why the last time?” she asked.

  I wondered if she was joking, and my skepticism must’ve shown on my face.

  “Maybe the idea of Frankie and Levi kissing in a tree isn’t so crazy after all,” she said. “He’s opened up a bit, wouldn’t you say?”

  “That doesn’t mean we’d work.”

  “But do you like him?” Val’s eyes cut through me like laser beams and I swallowed a mouthful of beer to put off the inevitable. I couldn’t lie to her.

  Wiping the froth from my lip, I answered, “Yeah. That’s the problem.”

  “I’m not following. The sex is amazing, isn’t it?”

  “Beyond amazing.”

  “So? What’s the problem?”

  “Levi doesn’t want a relationship. We could keep screwing around, sure, but it would only be a matter of time until I fell in deep for him. It doesn’t matter how amazing the sex is, it’s not worth that kind of heartbreak. I already feel way more for him than I ever thought I would and that scares me. I need to shut this all down.”

  Val cocked her head to the side and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I understand. I won’t push it.”

  I chuckled. “Did you ever think we’d be lamenting my feelings for Levi like this?”

  Val threw back her head in laughter, nearly spilling her pint.

  “I know I’ve said this before, but I feel like it bears repeating,” I said. “I know I’ve been acting unprofessionally and I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable.”

  “Uncomfortable?” Val stopped laughing and wiped a tear from her eye. “Jeez, Frankie. I just laughed my tits off at your expense. I’m far from uncomfortable, and I hope you know that. I adore you.”

  “I adore you too.”

  Val shuffled her stool around to mine and pulled me into a hug, rocking back and forth.

  “Hey Val?”

  “Mhm?”

  “Do you think after all this is over we could still hang out sometimes?” I asked. “Pro bono, of course.”