“Insane, inside
The danger gets me high
Can’t help myself
Got secrets I can’t tell”
– Sam Tinnesz
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My phone rings, a piercing sound in the silence of my apartment as I get ready for my day. And admittedly, I’m surprised when I see the name on the caller ID of my cell phone; Frankie Morales. Our so-called relationship has been a series of scorching moments stolen in the dark of night where I’m reduced to a quivering mess while he takes me apart again and again, only to haphazardly put me back together before sending me on my way and leaving me feeling lost in the wilderness for weeks on end. Until he feels the urge to shower his attention on me again. But when these moments do happen, Frankie can’t keep his hands off of me. He will work me over for hours, pouring his entire soul into me. And this is what keeps me coming back for more. Because nobody has ever come even remotely close to making my body respond like he can.
I contemplate just letting the call go to voicemail. My head knows that Frankie is no good for me, not really. But as soon as I see that name, my insides flip and my pulse quickens in anticipation of the carnal delights to come and I will need to change my panties before I leave for the office.
I pick up, but say nothing. I need Frankie to make the first move here. Call it protecting what little self-respect I have left when it comes to this man, but I need him to make the move here. I can’t let myself go begging for scraps, no matter how talented his cock and tongue are.
“You there, baby?” Frankie murmurs. I contemplate torturing him a little longer, but Damnit, I’m just too fucking needy.
“Yeah. I’m here.” I reply quietly before remembering that I’m supposed to be mad at him for ghosting me for the last month. “What do you want, Frankie?”
“I want you to come…” He pauses, knowing what this will do to me. Fuck, he knows exactly how to play me. “…over. Tonight. I’ll leave the door open for you. Just come.”
I sigh into the receiver. I really don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I would crawl across hot coals to have him, even like this — sporadic and lacking in any real emotion. Because, deep down, I keep holding out hope that he will change and give his heart to me totally and completely. But until that happens, I will keep letting him use me and my body for these stolen moments of pleasure. I can’t help it. Frankie Morales is my addiction.
The entire day is pure torture. My meetings seem to drag on forever as my body gears up and recalls the last time I let Frankie use me to forget his day. Something about a job gone horribly wrong and a serious amount of money lost. He was despondent and it all came out as he pressed my back into the wall of his living room and drove his cock into me over and over with a relentlessness that left me bruised and remembering the stretch of him inside me for days afterward.
I try to clear my brain on the drive over to his house. To let go of any expectation of how he will be with me, but knowing, deep down, that I’m into him far deeper than he is with me. That ultimately, I’m just a distraction for him. An itch that he only needs to occasionally scratch, when the bad things in his head get too much to do anything about other than to fuck until he’s completely empty again.
There’s a distinct charge in the air as I pull my car into Frankie’s driveway. A charge that I can’t deny as I look up into the sky, a long flash of heat lightning bursts through the clouds, spidering out across the valley below Frankie’s house, lighting up the night like veins and arteries running through the body of the sky.
I take a deep breath and push my way into Frankie’s house, letting the door slide shut behind me. As soon as I step fully into his space, I pounce on him like a starved animal. I need his mouth on my skin to try to erase the long work week from my brain. At first, Frankie’s not sure what I’m up to as I spring into his lap while he relaxes on the sofa, flipping through channels on the television, still trying to unwind from his day, too. I‘m not one to usually make the first move, so Frankie is confused when I search his eyes with mine, looking for what, I’m not certain.
But when all I find is his deep espresso eyes staring back at me in confusion, I reach for the remote in his hand and toss it onto the chair clear on the other side of the room. Frankie looks at me quizzically. I lean in, kiss him deeply, cradling his sweet face in my hands while I brush my thumbs over the small clear spots on his cheeks where his beard won’t grow and devour his warm, plush lips.
Reflexively, his tongue finds mine, stroking against it in light, staccato bursts at first, then sweeping caresses as one of his hands tangles itself in my ponytail, while the other gently grips the front of my throat, holding my entire head steady while we nip at each others’ lips.
After long minutes making out, I slide off of his lap onto the floor. I land on my knees while simultaneously unbuckling the supple leather belt of his jeans. Frankie just watches me carefully, eyes darting from my face to my fingers as I unzip his pants and pull him out into the exposed air. I run my thumb over the bead of precum that has spilled from the tip, then stroke him a few times from tip to base before leaning in to take his cock between my lips and into the warmth of my mouth.
He hisses gently as I try to relax and breathe through my nose in order to open the back of my throat, allowing him to bottom out. I swallow, letting my throat muscles pull him in a little deeper and massage his cock for a moment, before my eyes start to water and my chest starts to burn, and I have to release him in order to draw a full breath back into my lungs. He’s fully erect now and so while I can no longer take him all the way in again, thanks to just how big he is, I wrap my hand around the base and take the rest of him between my lips, using both in tandem to bring Frankie as close to the edge as possible before I let him fuck me deep into the mattress. Fuck me into oblivion and until I see all of the stars in the cosmos.
Frankie swears brutally as I suck him in deeply, hollowing my cheeks then running my tongue along the underside of his cock as I come up to flick my tongue gently over the tip. I feel him grow tight and his breathing sharpen, a sure sign that he’s close. So I pull my mouth off him, to let him cool down for a moment, wait for his breathing to even out – just a little bit before I envelop him again with my mouth. And I can’t help the satisfaction I feel as I hear him growl incoherently while my saliva mixes with the precum that continues to leak out. Three more strokes of my mouth on his cock and he cries mercy.
Frankie reaches down and pulls me off of him before standing up to wrap my body around him. Legs around hips, arms over shoulders and fingers tangled in his lush hair. He starts kissing me relentlessly as he strides into the bedroom with me wrapped around him, like a monkey clinging to a tree, and practically tosses me onto the bed once his shins bump the mattress. He steps away, leaving me to watch him strip out of his clothes and set them off somewhere out of my vision. I hear a deep exhale of breath before he crawls back onto the bed.
His fingers paw at my skirt, working it off my body in a frenzy once the buttons and zippers have been pried open. My strappy tank and lacy bra are next, he’s practically tearing them off my body between sloppy kisses to my mouth, throat and sternum. Once I’m totally bare from the waist up, his mouth immediately moves to suck a nipple between his lips and I hiss right back at him, retaliation for the earlier treatment. As my breasts tighten and ache, Frankie just sucks harder, while I sigh in response. His lips pop as he releases the first breast then repeats the treatment on the other side, before releasing me from his mouth and giving me a smug smile and declaring that he’s certain that my skin tastes far better than his does. And I nearly come all over him from that statement alone.
I whimper pointedly when Frankie drags his mouth down my centerline, his tongue trailing a wet path along my skin. The action makes me shiver as the cool air from the air-conditioned room hits the trail he’s left in the wake of his tongue. Stopping at my hip bones, he gently sucks the skin there, just enough to leave small bruises behind and make me squirm even more under his lips. I beg him to put his mouth on me, to give me some relief, but he just grins wickedly, pushes my legs further apart and nips at the tendons connecting my thighs to my pelvis. Teasing me until I begin to cry out, begging him to end this already and make me come so we can get on to the even better part.
“Does my needy girl crave a release?” Frankie breathes tauntingly into my ear while I writhe under his body cocooning over mine and his fingers open me like a flower before stroking gently from my slit to the tiny bundle of nerves that is currently, the center of my universe.
“Frankie, please.” I sigh, breathless as his fingers tease the slick skin, just barely touching. And I try to chase his hand with a rise of my hips, but he’s taken total control of my pleasure and won’t let me come before he’s damn good and ready.
He tells me that he’s just giving me as good as he’s been given, with a mischievous grin before finally dipping down to draw my clit between his lips and his finger simultaneously sliding knuckle-deep inside me, making me squirm and keen before I dissolve into a dripping, wet mess. I’m so keyed up that the first orgasm hits me like a freight train at full-speed before Frankie can even slide a second finger into the heat of my pussy. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s what I want.” I hear him rumble through the haze of my mind as I grind into his hand.
“Please…” I gasp again as his fingers curl inside me, hitting that super sweet spot that makes me shiver, while his tongue traces over my clit in looping strokes.
I need him inside me. I need his cock to remind me who I belong to. Remind me that I will never have this with anyone else because he’s just too good. I need his cock to make me forget all of the bad things I’ve ever done in my life. I need him to push and push and push until every single thought that’s been swirling in my overactive brain lately has been utterly wiped from memory.
“Please…” I beg again.
But Frankie ignores my pleas. He’s got his own agenda and it’s clearly to get me as wet and open as possible before he finally slides deep into me. He orders me to come one more time, but I barely hear him through the haze in my head thanks to the first two orgasms that have barely had time to dissipate from my nervous system. My breaths are shallow, stuttering in my lungs as I try to form coherent words.
The third orgasm sneaks up on me like a thief. The buzzing pleasure deviously crawling up my legs and deep into my belly, with no signs of its true intention. And so when it hits, my entire body convulses like it’s been electrified on pure bliss alone. I feel a wet rush surge out of my center while Frankie growls words of triumph and pushes his cock fully inside me with one deft snap of his hips. His hands rope in my hair, anchoring himself as he drives into my wet cunt without resistance. My legs shake and my scalp tingles as he pushes into me, holding himself here while he bends his head down to kiss me profoundly, reverently. And I’m so lost in him now that all I can do is take and take whatever he deems I’m worthy of receiving.
Frankie pulls back, hitching my knees over his forearms, opening me even further, trying to push in even more. In this moment, it feels like an atonement on his part, too, this trying to burrow so deep inside me that he etches a permanent mark before he’s done. And I wonder, fleetingly, if he’s feeling some kind of guilt thanks to how long he’s made me wait to be with him.
“Stop thinking, babygirl.” Frankie orders.
Of course the one moment I have a relatively coherent thought would be the one that he hones in on. Knowing the effect he has on me, he leans in on a deep thrust to kiss me senseless again. Redemption for sins past and present hidden somewhere between the places where we’re connected.
“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out to the tip, giving himself a moment to come down just the smallest bit so he doesn’t finish before he’s damn good and ready to. “God, you’re so open, pussy so fucking slippery. Can you even feel me through all that slick?”
Jesus, save me from his filthy mouth.
I can only whimper in response as Frankie untangles us from one another, flipping me over and pulling on my hips to arrange me how he wants me next. But I’m so boneless by this point, that I can’t hold myself up and so I wind up in child’s pose, cheek pressed into the mattress and arms overhead, bowing to whatever god is in charge of orgasms as he lines himself up and shoves his cock back inside me, propelled forward by the drive of his hips. For my part, all I can do is whimper and push my body back to meet each ardent thrust. He swears brutally, folding himself over me as he wills his body to not just give over right now. He seems to have something to prove tonight. Prove just how fucking good he is at making me utterly fall apart again and again. And he’s looking for another one as he snakes his hand around my belly until his fingers find my clit and he starts to rub with a demand that I give him yet another orgasm. I whimper, certain that I can’t go again, but his insistent words in my ear, his fingers so perfect in this moment, and his cock completely filling me sends me back over the edge before I can even find a breath to voice in protest. My walls flutter against his cock as I shudder and come in another electric rush of slick and he groans while he kisses his way down my spine and curls his body into mine.
“My God.” Frankie groans again as he drags himself nearly completely out before once again pushing as deep into me as both our bodies will allow. I swear he’s trying to burrow his entire body into mine. “That’s it. I want more of that. Give me everything. Fuck. I’m gonna take it all.”
Minutes of this, lost to time before he wraps his arms around me, one hand cupping and kneading my breast. The other over my belly, hip and down to my vagina. Fingers pressing into my clit again as he pulls me up and into his lap. I cry out as I go vertical, back against his straining abs and shoulder blades pressing against his defined pecs. Frankie has found that spot again. The spongy cluster of nerves on the front wall of my vagina that he tarries over relentlessly, this position concentrating the movements inside me to the smallest square footage of internal real estate imaginable.
I know what he wants. He wants one more climax. But I’m so wrung out at this point that I don’t know if my body is even still capable of giving in to what he’s demanding. I lost count after the second one, after my body simply took over and responded regardless of what my mind was telling me. His mouth ghosts over a shoulder and fuses itself to the extra sensitive space behind my ear at the base of my hairline. Frankie sucks in a bruise, making me gasp, then moves along to a spot lower down, closer to where neck meets shoulder and I turn into him, lips seeking whatever skin I can find and settling for his forehead.
Frankie’s hand leaves my breast before he reaches up to grip my face in his large hand, chin cradled in the flesh between thumb and forefinger then kisses me relentlessly while his cock works me from the inside and the fingers of his other hand draw one last orgasm from my body. I try to kiss him back, but I’m so lost to what he’s doing to me, I’m not even sure if my lips even know how to correctly respond at this point. He barely seems to notice though, solely concerned with getting me to implode all over him one last time so he can justify his own release.
I’m barely breathing, can barely remember how, as the electric shivers once again crawl up my legs, setting every nerve ending on fire as Frankie circles his hips, hitting every single spot inside me while I try to hang on just long enough to feel him fly off the edge with me. His movements stutter and staccato and I know he’s so very close. I close my eyes, squeezing them shut, as the orgasm crawls up my spine at alarming speed just before erupting against his cock and driving him to climax with me.
Frankie growls brutally while he empties deep inside me. And it feels like his climax goes on for hours as wet heat fills me and we both collapse to the bed, too spent to even disconnect ourselves from one another or bother getting under the covers.
His voice is a gravelly whisper when he asks me if I’m okay for the first time ever since we started sleeping together. He’s still hard and impaled inside me and every movement is sending aftershocks through my body. Frankie’s arms hold me tight and his body against mine from behind is doing an admirable job of keeping the chilled air from reaching any part of my sweaty skin. I open my eyes and turn my head to glance at him, spent and content behind me.
“Hm?” I respond, having left my brain somewhere across the bedroom several orgasms ago.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, nuzzling his nose into my hair as he holds me even tighter and starts to slip out, erection finally softening. I shudder one last time as his body finally leaves mine. And while I know I’ll be incredibly sore come morning, I already feel like I’m missing something vital.
Still unable to form any coherent thoughts, I just nod in response to his question and let him smother me in his body heat instead. I barely have the wherewithal to register that in essence, by not releasing me from his grasp, this will be the very first time Frankie has not immediately released me from his presence after one of our sessions. It’s a palpable shift, but we’re both so spent that we don’t even register it. We just tangle completely into one another and pass out in sheer exhaustion. Neither of us moving again until morning.