by L. Grubb
“Good. Now who’s ready to get shit faced?” Beast grumbles. You never really get much in the way of a smile from him, though it’s becoming more regular since he hooked up with Carlotta. About fucking time someone pulled his head out of his ass because he can be a pain to hang with when he’s in a mood. We all cheer and he heads up to the bar.
“Where’s Gem?” I glance around, searching her out but I can’t see her in sight. Unusual really because both Roofie and Gemma are usually joined at the hip. And I’m not even exaggerating.
“She’s got flu so is sat watching reruns of Sons of Anarchy.” Roofie shakes his head but the hint of a smile graces his face. He may hate the programme, but he loves Gemma enough to put up with it. Soppy bastard.
As we fall into a conversation about football, my foot taps on the floor in time to the music. Beast returns with a platter full of green shots before heading back to the bar and bringing a tray of our usual drinks. “Shit, you really are serious about getting pissed aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, it’s been a while and it’s the weekend.” The weekend. That answers everything. He’s always busy in his office now he’s heading the London chapter of MMA which means he can be a sour twat. Lately, he’s not even come out at weekends. It’s worrying but with a woman like Carlotta, he’s always in line, never stuck in his head and always has relaxed shoulders; before he got with her, he was tense and miserable. We can all understand why but Carlos is out of the picture now and Beast got what he wants and he’s respected internationally.
Settling in, we do about six shots of apple sours each and then sip casually on our beers as we talk about the past week. I don’t say much; I don’t want my secret slipping out in front of the girls. I can’t deal with the headache from the barrel of questions they’ll throw at me. To be honest, I’m not in the right headspace to speak to them about it, I don’t want to snap at them and cause friction between me and my brother’s, non-blood brothers of course.
My eyes scan the bar, looking for someone to potentially warm my bed this evening. It’s been months, and I hate this fucking dry spell. I need someone that can make me forget everything for just a few hours.
“Jase?” Carlotta’s voice makes me jump and choke on saliva that I stupidly sucked in.
“Fuck.” I take the last pull of my beer and cough a couple of times to clear my throat. “You scared the shit out of me, woman!”
“Got your attention though, right?” She smirks and my irritation grows. I’m not in the mood for this. I slam my bottle onto the placemat of the table and get up. “Where are you going?”
“For a beer, is that okay, mom?” Sarcasm laces my words as I hiss them at her. Fuck, I should really think before I speak. The words hang in the air and I feel like a complete jerk. “Sorry, Car. Just not with it today. I need space.”
I walk away after she nods, acknowledging my apology. The guilt that’s churning my stomach eases away as I reach the bar. I know Carlotta can never stay mad at me for long. Hell, it’s rare that she gets mad toward me full stop.
Tapping my wallet on the bar, impatiently waiting for my turn, I eye the girl waiting beside me. Short, blonde, with one hell of a figure; curvy hourglass just perfect for fucking.
I halt my mind, who knows if this chick is even available. I peruse her anyway until she turns to face me. Gulping down the saliva collecting in my mouth, my eyes roam her face; neutral make-up, subtle with a hint of shiny lip gloss. Her bright blue eyes narrow on me and I shake my head, coming back to the here and now. Fuck, she’s stunning. There’s just something exotic about her; the high cheekbones and pointed jaw being the clues of a different heritage.
“Are you done eye fucking me, moron?” she says through gritted teeth. My eyes widen at her brisk nature, her words knocking me back a step.
Raising my hands in front of me, I say, “Sorry, lady. Jesus. Can’t a person enjoy a delectable looking woman now-a-days?”
Her perfectly plucked eyebrow lifts, disappearing into her hair line. “Not unless they want to get kicked in the balls. I imagine that happens to you a lot, right?”
Whoa, who is this chick and where’s she been all my life? Her attitude has my dick coming alive and it hardens more when she places one of her small hands on her hip. Damn, this girl is hot as shit. “Wow. Sorry I even bothered. And no, I don’t get kicked in the balls often because I’m Jase fucking Carter.”
Giving up with her, I try and flag down the bar staff again, this time getting lucky. “A bud and whatever this lady wants.” I turn to her as she stares at me in confusion. “To say sorry for eye fucking you like you were my next meal. I’ll be sure to keep my distance.”
She rattles off a cocktail I’ve never heard of before and I stand there staring at the bottles of liquor lining the back wall. Jack and Jim being my favourites but are fucking lethal. I tap my fingers on the bar, ignoring the burning sensation hitting the side of my face from her eyes. Yeah, I know she’s looking at me. In what way? I don’t know, don’t really care. I’m trying desperately to get my dick to stand down so I don’t make a fool of myself when I walk away.
The cold bottle of bud, with condensation dripping down the sides, lands on the bar and I leave a few bills on the counter. “Nice to meet you, I guess.” I look at her but her face is closed off, no emotion giving way to what she’s really thinking or feeling. Shaking my head, I saunter off to the edge of the dance floor, ready to find a woman that won’t bite my head off to dance with.
I’ve probably been standing, watching people, for maybe five minutes before I feel a presence slip up beside me. From the corner of my eye, I see the blonde from the bar standing next to me, sipping on the blue cocktail. “Come to bust my ass again, lady?”
She chuckles, turning to me. “No, I came over to apologise. I’m used to the stares, used to unwanted attention. It’s hard to find a guy that’s genuine with his advances. I’ve come to learn to defend myself before I get groped.”
“Not every man is the same. I happen to be a pretty decent guy, so I’ve been told. I wasn’t going to manhandle you, go caveman and lift you over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift, like my day job would if you were in danger. I was just observing beauty, nothing more and nothing less.” I put the bottle to my lips and take a long gulp, relishing the cool liquid as it travels down to my stomach. The urge to moan at the feeling is halted when her small, dainty hand lands on my forearm. The spark makes me gasp, the electricity making goosebumps rise on my skin. Fucking hell, I’ve never felt that before.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’m quick to judge but I don’t mean to, honest.” The gentleness in her voice contradicts the way she spoke to me mere moments ago and the warm feeling races around my chest, making me frown. I’ve never felt that before… Okay, maybe once but never this strong.
“It’s cool. I’m Jase.” I hold my hand out to her, hoping to God she doesn’t make me look like a complete knobhead.
She shakes my hand, her palm soft against my calloused hands. “I’m Frankie.” I smirk, pretty fucking cool name.
“I’ve never met a Frankie before. Dig the name and it suits you well.” I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the freckles on the back of her hand. Cute.
“That’s good to know, maybe I’ll be memorable to you tomorrow then.” I don’t miss the twinkle in her eyes or slight smile she sends my way. My dick is rising again and I silently groan as the pressure behind my zipper becomes uncomfortable. Fuck sake.
“Hmm… is that an invitation, Frankie?” I rake my eyes down her body again, this time more obvious as I move closer to her. Hearing the gasp leave her mouth as I press my body to hers makes me chuckle. “I wouldn’t say no, baby.”
“I’ve only just met you…” I don’t let her finish her sentence. My mouth crashes onto hers in a hard kiss, shivers racing down my spine at the subtle taste of cherry from her lip gloss. I don’t invade her mouth, it’s too soon for that. Placing a few gentle kisses on her now swollen lips, I wink at her and pull away.<
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“Now we’re more acquainted, how about some dancing?” My arrogance isn’t lost on her; her eyes narrow and the pink tint to her cheeks turn a flaming red. “Got something to say, Frankie?”
Shaking her head, she grabs my hand and pulls me to the middle of the small dancefloor. She gives me a sultry look, a sexy pout on her mouth. The side of my mouth lifts and my dick gets impossibly harder.
Her hips start swaying and her arms go in the air as the bassy beat of Rhianna’s ‘Work’ flows through the speakers. I just stand there staring as her body moves like water to the song. Not being able to hold back any longer, I grab her waist and pull her to me. My cock brushes against her belly, her being short and all and her eyes mist over with lust.
I move her hips, not wanting to stop her dancing. It’s sexy to watch and fuck me if it isn’t hot to feel against me either. I close my eyes as I relish the soft flesh beneath my fingers.
Digging in my nails, I press her closer to me, if that was even possible, and start gyrating my hips in time with hers. Her hands roam over my muscled chest and my abs quiver in response. Damn, she’s too damn hot to walk this earth and I need pinching to wake up from the dream. All thoughts of the day, and the text, leave me as I continue grinding against her and all I can think about is Frankie without clothes, my dick pummelling into her, my name leaving her lips on a breathy moan. Fuck!
“Shall we get out of here, beautiful?” I bend and whisper in her ear. I feel, rather than hear, the intake of breath and smile into her neck as I kiss her beneath her ear. “I’ll ruin you for any other man.”
“Let’s go.” Frankie leads the way from the dancefloor, through the crowds of people flocking the pub and out the main doors in the brisk night air. The alcohol in my system giving me a pleasant buzz and keeping me warm.
She pulls me along the pavement as we head to the nearest taxi rank, and I yank on her hand to slow her down. “What’s the rush? We have all night.”
Her brows furrow and her step falters as she falls back in line with me. I wrap an arm around her shoulders and burrow her against my side. She feels right here, under my arm, the perfect height for this kind of walking.
We have to wait ten minutes before a taxi slows to a stop in front of us. Jumping in and closing the door with a bang behind me, I rattle off my address to the driver and settle in the backseat with Frankie cuddled into me, a leg thrown over mine.
Taking deep breaths, I try to control the urge to fuck her in the back seat of a cab and I hiss as her knee jerks against my hard-on. Holy shit, this girl knows what she’s doing and it’s fucking killing me. I squeeze her closer, wanting to be buried deep inside her already. The control is slipping and I beg silently that the driver hurries the fuck up.
We sidle up to the curb in front of my house and I throw the driver a twenty, mumbling about keeping the change and I drag Frankie out and up the steps to my house.
I unlock the door in record time and we fly through the door. The door hardly shuts before I have Frankie pressed against the wall. Her wrists are trapped in my hands and are above her head and I’m slightly bent so I can grind my dick against her pussy. Fuck, I can feel the heat of her arousal through my jeans and her panties. I’m a fucking goner.
I guess not having sex for a long time tests the self-control of a man. I’m not going to lie; I’m used to having sex daily or at least a few times a week. My cell is jam packed with booty calls.
“Fuck me, Jase,” she whispers against my mouth as I ravish her lips in a molten kiss. If I were a volcano right now, I would have erupted and red hot lava would be soaking us from head to toe. Her dirty mouth and hot body has my cock begging for release.
“Not here, babe. Come.” Moving away, she just stands there, a giddy look on her face and cheeks red with lust. She looks fucking stunning. Not wanting to waste any more time in the damn hallway, I lift her over my shoulder and slap her ass for good measure. I carry her like this the whole way to my bedroom and place her on the bed.
Her red dress is bunched around her waist and I can see how wet she is through the nude thong she’s wearing. My eyes are glued to that spot, hoping the thong just spontaneously combusts so I can just dive right in. No, it’s still fucking there and I growl deep in my throat and practically charge her.
Wide eyes stare at me and her raspy breath tells me how turned on she is. I pull at her thong and the harsh ripping sound resonates around the quiet room. Her eyes flutter closed and I blow onto her pussy making her moan and squirm, hands fisting the satin sheets on my bed.
Not wanting to wait any longer, my lips clamp around her clit and suck. Her cries of pleasure go straight to my cock, making the confines all the more uncomfortable. Reaching down, I pop the button and pull the zip down to give me more room. The relief has me blowing out a breath.
My tongue strokes the hole between her legs, her juices coating my chin. I moan against her and she hisses, knees wobbling from the intensity. She’s so close and I feel my balls drawing in painfully with the need for a release.
I push two fingers into her and she screams, her walls clamping around me and her fingernails digging into my scalp. Sucking her clit, I milk her for all she’s worth. Damn that was hot.
Kissing my way up her belly, over her dress, I come face to face with her. Her eyelids have drooped, cheeks flushed and her breathing laboured. Smirking, I kiss her, forcing my tongue between her lips. “I need to be inside you. Fuck, I’m about ready to burst.”
“Yes…” her breathy whisper has my cock twitching. Removing my dick from my boxers, I squeeze the base for just an inch of relief. I don’t remember the last time I was this painfully hard, not even with Jen.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, babe. This won’t be soft or gentle.” My eyes search hers as I roll a condom on, the latex gooey on my hands. I fucking hate these things. Her legs cinch my hips and my dick lines up with her pussy automatically. Fuck, her heat is intoxicating and I thrust in, moaning at how tight she is. The high pitch squeal that leaves her mouth as I bury myself completely, has me furrowing my brows.
“Frankie? Are you a virgin?” My wide eyes meet her hooded ones, a single tear leaking from the corner. That’s all the confirmation I need. “Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me something like that? I would have been more gentle.” Fuck my life.
“Please, don’t stop! Move, God dammit!” she shouts at me, her hands fisting my shirt.
Pulling out, I watch her face for pain but all I see in the pleasure colouring her cheeks and her eyes twinkling. A push back in, more gentle this time and her eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping her parted lips.
I set a rhythm, gentler than I wanted and it has me using all the self-control I can muster not to go rough. I’m not used to slow, I’m used to hard, fast and out of control sex. But knowing Frankie has never done this before has my conscience playing a loop in my head.
“Hard!” she shouts out, her head thumping back against the wall. Is this girl for real? I speed up, thrust harder and sweat slides down my back, causing my shirt to stick to me. Her moans grow louder, her hips meet my thrusts and I bite her shoulder to stop from coming before she does.
“Jase! Fuck!” Her walls clamp tightly around me and I lose my shit. I pump once more and I shoot my load into the condom, roaring into her neck. Goosebumps rise as the aftershocks make my dick twitch. Goddamn, that was amazing.
Frozen together, we catch our breaths. I feel her body shaking and roll to my side, not wanting to squash her.
“My legs are like jelly.” I look at her legs and they’re quivering violently. Chuckling, I pick her up, much like crossing the threshold, and walk us to the bathroom.
“You need a bath for the soreness, Frankie. You really should have told me though.” I place her ass on the counter and turn to turn the faucets on. The sound of water splashing the bathtub rings out in the room, loud.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to back out. I’m twenty-one and was still a virgin. I wanted to get rid
of it.” She hangs her head and twists her hands in her lap.
Walking over, I tilt her head back using a finger under her chin. “I wouldn’t have backed out, babe. Trust me. But I would have been more careful, gentler.” I give her a small smile to reassure her I’m not mad, maybe a little annoyed that she forgot to mention that tidbit of information, but definitely not mad.
She nods her head slowly, the corners of her mouth lifting into a small smile. My shoulders relax and I turn to check on the bath.
“Why do I need a bath and not a shower?” she says from her spot on the counter.
“Because losing your V card can hurt like a motherfucker for days on end. This will help with the discomfort.” I turn the taps off and go to Frankie. She’s a beautiful site, sat there with wild, just fucked hair, swollen lips from my passion filled kisses and the colour in her cheeks. Her dopey eyes make my dick twitch and I will it to calm the fuck down.
I run my hands up her legs, over her waist and up her ribs, taking her dress with me. She lifts her arms and I pull the dress from her. She’s completely naked and the site of the heavy breasts make me groan and I have to close my eyes and count to ten. She’s fucking hot. She’s not like those skinny bitches that hang around at the bar, she’s curvy in all the right places, thighs that I couldn’t wrap my hands around but could lick for days. Her stomach is toned to a certain degree, some faded stretch marks mark her skin and she’s fucking hot as sin.
“Frankie, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I stroke a piece of hair that’s fallen into her face and the shy, insecure look on her face makes me want to punch whoever the fuck has hurt her. Yeah, I can tell these things. She’s been hurt before and it wouldn’t surprise me if it was because of her size. “Don’t look like that. You’re beautiful, your body is perfect. I could lick your skin for days.” A blush flushes her chest, rising up her neck and its fucking sexy as hell. “Come on, hot stuff, in the bath.”
