Hold on to Hope

Frankie trembled.

And I thought maybe I was going to die, my dick so damned hard and needy that I was going to explode.

Pushing to standing, I shoved down the elastic band of my shorts, needing the contact of our skin, even if it were only for a second. They slipped all the way down my legs, and I kicked them away.

Heat blistered through my body, and I stood up and rocked my dick through the crease of her ass, gripping her cheeks while I did.

“Frankie.”

A groan was tumbling out, and Frankie was falling forward, those eyes meeting mine in a fury of heedlessness through the mirror.

“Evan.”

Our connection screamed to be unchained.

Unbound and set free.

I spun her around.

Frankie lunged at me, pressing reckless kisses at my jaw. At my throat. At my chest.

I NEED YOU. I NEED YOU. She signed the erratic revelation at my chest. YOU ARE MY FAVORITE.

Hot hands landed on my sides. Exploring. Seeking. Remembering.

Then she hoisted herself up onto the counter.

She met my gaze, unwavering.

Got the sense this girl was ripping out her heart and offering it to me anew.

She brought up her legs, hooking her feet on the edge of the counter, spreading her knees in invitation.

“Be careful with me, Evan.” Felt the words punch the air. “I know you’ve always thought I was the strong one, but it’s always been you who has had the power to destroy me.”

Regret struck me like a blow to the head.

Reared me back.

This girl so gorgeous she was making it hard to see.

She had always been so fun and free, but I’d always seen her vulnerability.

I’d loved that about her, too. That she was brave and loved with everything and still was scared over losing herself.

I was committed to holding all those pieces together.

I threaded my fingers through her hair. “No, Frankie, it’s you who owns me. Did me in the first time I saw you. I never looked back. It’s you who did all the wrecking.”

Still, just because I was a glutton for punishment, desperate for the pain, I nudged only the aching head of my cock into the slick clutch of her body before I was pulling out and rubbing it on her clit.

Sweet fucking torture.

Could feel her rasp of pleasure, her breath on my bare skin.

Before I could give myself over to another mistake, I grabbed her by the outside of the thighs and dove down to lick deep into her pussy.

When Kale had given me the talk, he’d told me girls were like a flower. Treat them right, and they’d flourish and blossom.

Frankie was like a whole fucking garden.

A thousand acres blooming in my hands.

Her body a rainbow.

Her soul the sun.

She writhed, and she sank her fingernails into my shoulders, dragging and raking them across my skin before they were twisting back in my hair.

I didn’t hesitate, just went to work on her clit, stroking her with my tongue, slipping two fingers into that tight, wet heat.

She bucked, and fuck, it was another of those moments that I’d give anything to hear, to relish her sighs and her pants and the tumble of praises that I could feel rolling off her tongue.

I edged back, watching as my fingers sank deep into her cunt, letting the tips of my free hand slip through her crease, just teasing her ass.

I met her eye, needing to know. “Good?”

Knew her response was a wisp, thin and barely there, the girl struggling to open herself more, like she couldn’t get close enough. “Nothing has ever felt as good as you touching me.”

“Tell me, Frankie.”

“I need you. I need you so bad. In every way. In any way.”

I angled down, lapping at that sweet, swollen spot, fingers thrusting harder and deeper, winding this girl so tight I could feel her getting ready to burst.

Tension rising.

Everything dense and tight and rippling.

Energy creaked under the fissures.

Two seconds later, Frankie shattered under the pressure.

Pinpoint pleasure that I could see streaking through her entire body.

I held her there, driving her higher, feeling her quiver and shake as she came undone.

Heaven.

I stayed with her in that place while she soared, while she squirmed and panted and thrashed.

Something toppled from the counter as she fumbled to get hold of me. Like if she let go, she might float out in the blackened night for all of eternity.

Our spirits shouted.

Uncontained.

Felt her ragged gasps slip across the skin of my back while every cell in my body screamed for release.

To just give in.

To let go.

But I knew I needed to give her time. Tonight wasn’t about me.

I pried myself away.

Motherfucking torture.

The girl panted, her chest jutting where she remained spread out on the counter.

I struggled to get a breath into my lungs.

To steel myself.

To gather it up and force it down and pretend like I wasn’t absolutely dying to get inside this girl.