Rich Groom (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 1)

“I don’t think I should give you my official answer until the morning,” I say.

Frankie raises an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

“Because,” I say, pressing my hips into his, “it’s a little soon. And besides, I need to see if you’re worthy of me.”

He presses his lips to mine softly, not closing his eyes, and then he whispers. “How can I show you that I’m worthy?” His fingers grip me harder and closer, and I can feel the bulge of his very worthy arousal.

I whisper back. “I think that you’re going to have to take me to bed to find that out.”

“I’ll have you screaming yes,” he says. “That, I can promise you.”

It’s walking distance to Frankie’s hotel, but it feels like we sprint the whole way there. I’m high, giddy on emotion and so turned on I’m barely waiting for him to open the door before I’m tearing off his clothes, exposing his beautiful, perfect body. He’s pulling off my dress too and I need him so badly that you wouldn’t have thought that he fucked me just hours ago. I need more.

I need so much more.

For the first time since we’ve been together, we’re really naked with each other, and I feel that as we fall onto the bed together. It’s skin on skin, and I’m overwhelmed with it, naked except for the ring that he just gave me. I can’t stop touching him, tracing the lines of his muscles and letting him touch me the same way. I’m exploring territory that I already know, relearning. I find some new scars, and I want to ask him about them. But I can barely speak, not with the way his hands are stroking me, and the way he’s kissing me, pinning me to the bed with his body.

I can feel the weight of him and he makes me feel small. Safe and protected. I didn’t realize how much I missed this feeling of security until just now. A knowledge that we’re both together and going somewhere, together. “I want to give you the world,” he says. “Anything you want, you can have. If you want me to buy the bookstore to save it, I’ll do it. If you want to travel the world and play music, I’ll make it happen. You’re my world, Anna.”

I shut my eyes against happy tears. Everything can change in the course of a day. And right now I don’t ever want to surface from the wave of joy that’s swallowing me, and all I can do is return his kiss. When Frankie pulls away, he’s grinning. “About that screaming,” he says, sliding down my body, “I keep my promises.”

And then his mouth is on me and I know that he’s not going to hold back this time. He’s going to make me come on his tongue and I’m going to love it. But right now he’s taking his time. He starts slow, using his lips to tease the inside of my thighs, working his way inward. The slowness of his movement is making me moan, and he hums against my skin.

Just the barest brush of his lips on my clit, and I gasp, parting my legs further for him. I reach down and I push my fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer. He laughs, his breath tickling across my skin. “Impatient.”

“You’re right, I am,” I say. “Please, Frankie.” I pull his mouth to me. “Please.”

This time he obliges, kissing my clit, pulling it between his teeth and sucking, and I shudder as pleasure explodes behind my eyes. Little licks and sucks drive that pleasure higher and into shimmering colors and it’s practically music in my ears.

And then his fingers push into me, and I moan. He’s brushing that spot that makes me squirm in pleasure and my vision goes white with it. I can’t see, can’t breathe, can’t think. Tongue and teeth and lips devouring me and the pleasure is rising like a tide, swallowing me, drowning me, and I break open in a devastating wave.

I scream, I have to because it’s perfect and amazing and I’m shaking, pulling his mouth onto my clit and begging for more. The wave falls back and I’m panting, but he’s not done, sucking me still while little bursts of pleasure continue to rock me to my core. Until I’m fully back in my body, and his mouth is a pleasant feeling I could live with forever.

He grins up at me over my stomach, pressing a kiss to my belly button. “I told you that I would make you scream.”

Letting my fingers fall from his hair, I manage a smile. “Well you were right, but I still think that you can do better.”

Frankie’s eyes go dark, and he climbs up my body so that we’re face to face and I can feel the hard line of his cock pressed between us. “Is that a challenge?”