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Kinktober Day 2
Day One | đčKinktober Masterlistđč | Day Three
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.
Warnings: Public sex (car sex); roleplaying; blowjob; cumplay; fingering
âYou come here often?âÂ
Youâve talked about this, sure, but your question still makes him dip his head, his cheeks going pink with embarrassment. You canât help but smile, biting the inside of your cheek to keep it from becoming a full-blown grin. You scooch your bar stool a little closer, tipping your head into his field of vision.Â
âAm I bothering you?â You ply softly.Â
âNo.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
For a moment, you think heâs going to back off, to mutter, âRed light.â But he nods, and turns his face toward yours a little, and insists,
âIâm sure.âÂ
You let your grin bloom then, leaning against the bar. You reach out, gently tipping the brim of his hat up to get a better look at his kind, dark eyes.Â
âSo?â You press. âYou come here often?âÂ
âIâve been here a time or two before. You?âÂ
âNope. Iâm just passing through. Or, wellââ You let out a put upon sigh, âI was supposed to be. My car broke down, so I called for a tow.âÂ
âThis late?â He pushes his sleeve back to eye his watch.Â
âYeah. They wonât be able to help me out until morning.âÂ
The man frowns, raising his hand to scratch at his chin.Â
âWhat are you planning on doing until then?âÂ
âGee, I don't know,â You sigh again. You can see him fighting back a smile at your use of gee. âDo you know any good motels around here?âÂ
âTell ya what,â He sits up, âWhy donât I take a look at your car? I might be able to get it up and running just enough to get you where you need to go.âÂ
âReally?â You brighten. âWhat would that cost me?âÂ
He waves you off lightly. âLetâs justâŠSee what the damage is, first.âÂ
--Â
He seems to balk at how far you parked from the bar. He casts cursory glances around the otherwise empty, dimly lit parking lot.Â
âItâs lucky that you were able to pull off safely,â He comments. âWhy donât you, uhâPop the hood and try getting it to start?âÂ
He keeps a careful distance as you climb into the car, shutting the door behind yourself and popping the hood. Once itâs raised entirely, you try to start the car. It lets out a cranking noise before you cut out the engine again. You hear him huff a soft, disbelieving laugh before he mumbles, âWhat did you do.âÂ
You step out of the car, leaning against the side and watching the man shine a light under the hood. His brow furrows before he reaches inside, rummaging for something. You hear a clank, then a clonk, and thenâÂ
You tip your head to the side, watching as the man leans back with something in his hand.Â
âWhatâs that?â You ask, nodding toward it.Â
âItâs a wrench.âÂ
You push your lips into an innocent, o. âNow how the heck did that get in there?âÂ
âHavenât the faintest idea, maâam.âÂ
âHow can I thank you, MisterâŠ?âÂ
âYou can just call me Frankie, no need for 'mister' anything. And really, Iâm just glad I could help.âÂ
âThere must be something that I can do,â You insist as he shuts your car hood.
âItâs really notâŠâ He goes quiet as you step closer, hooking your fingers in the belt loops of your jeans. He swallows thickly, gaze dropping to your breasts, then to your hands. âNotâŠNecessary.âÂ
âYou sure?â You step closer, pressing your body up against his. âI really,â Your gaze sweeps over from his eyes, to his lips, then up again, âReally want to thank you.âÂ
Frankie swallows thickly, adam's apple bobbing like a fishing fly in a lake. He finally manages, âNot here.âÂ
âWhere?âÂ
He nods toward the car, and you smile salaciously, using your grip on his belt loops to tug him closer to you.Â
âIt might be a tight fit,â You warn, âYouâre so damn broad.â Your lips widened to a grin as he flushes red, his embarrassment plain even in the dark. You worry again that he'll call off the game, but he grasps your wrists, insisting, âIâm sure weâll manage.âÂ
--Â Â
âOh my god,â He mumbles. You grin, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before he leaned down, taking more of his shaft into your mouth. You twist your hand around the length, spreading your spit as it slips from the sides of your mouth and working in a steady motion between your lips and the blunt edge of his zipper. You go still as he rests his hand on the back of your head, fucking between your lips. You canât help but whimper with each thrust, gagging slightly as he shoves just a touch too far into your throat.Â
âFuck, sorryââ He breathes, sliding his hand down to your neck, but you wonât have any of it. You push yourself down again, gagging roughly, and forcing yourself there for as long as you can manage. You finally draw off with a gasp, tipping your head up to swipe your tongue along the head of his cock. Frankieâs mouth falls open, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as he nods hurriedly.Â
You grin, jacking his cock even harder and closing your lips to suck around the head of his cock. His thighs go tight, a shaky swear passing from his lips as he cums suddenly. You close your eyes as his cum spurts across your lips and cheek, his hips giving aborted little jolts as he desperately tries not to rock the car or draw attention to the two of you.Â
He finally sags back in the seat, groaning and drawing his hat down over his face. You grin, leaning back and swiping fingers across your face, gathering the few stray drops of cum. You wait until he pushes his hat back up to slide your fingers between your lips.Â
âGoddamn,â He growls, grasping your jaw and drawing him up for a kiss. You wobble a little, planting your hand on the back of the seat as you grin against his lips.
"Here," He reaches down, grasping the seat level and sliding the seat as far back as it'll go. "C'mere." He steers you to sit on his lap, your legs splayed across the console to face the driver's seat. His fingers delve beneath the band of your leggings, and you grin as his touch smooths over your dampening pussy.
"Fuck," He groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
"Something wrong?"
"No panties? Seriously?"
"Is that a problem?" You sass, spreading your thighs and tipping into his touch as his fingertips swipe across your clit. Frankie just groans, leaning in and giving your neck a sucking kiss.
"I saw you put them on after we showered."
"I changed my mind about them."
"You drive me crazy," He mumbles. You hook your arm around his shoulder, sliding your fingers up into the curls at the nape of his neck.
"You love it."
Frankie chuckles against your skin, nipping it gently as he swirls his fingers around your tingling clit. You sigh as his fingers slip slickly over your skin, letting your head fall back against the cool window as you drive your hips into his touch.
"Is that what you need?" He murmurs, "Did you like that?"
"Yesâ"
"You liked picking me up?"
"Frankieâ"
"Pretending you were bringing me back to fuck in your front seat? Would you take me home if you didn't know me?" His pace picks up, hand swiping with an almost vicious speed. You shiver, grip tightening in his hair as you chase your release.
"Would you let me?" You whimper. You're so close, so goddamn closeâ
"In a heartbeat."
Your back bows as you cum sharply, mouth dropping open, only for Frankie to shove two fingers inside. He strokes along your tongue at the same speed and angle that he strokes your clit, keeping up the urging pressure until you feebly bat at his wrist. He stops then, resting his fingers over your pubic mound, his other hand lowering to rest over your shoulder, fingers slick with your spit.
"We have to go home," He mumbles.
"Why?" You pout, head still buzzing from your release. "You're not having fun?"
"I am, baby." He soothes, "But we're gonna need a bed for what I wanna do to you."
"The backseat's free."
"And it's all fun and games until the check engine light for my back comes on." He gives your pussy a friendly pat before drawing his hand out of your pants.
"Drive."
Tag list: @missredherring ; @fantasticcopeaglepasta ; @massivecolorspygiant ; @blueeyesatnight ; @recklessworry ; @amneris21 ; @ew-erin ; @youngkenobilove ; @carbonated-beverage ; @lorecraft ; @moonlightburned ; @milf-trinity ; @millllenniawrites ; @chattychell ; @dihra-vesaâ ; @videogamesandpoorlifechoicesâ ; @missswriter ; @thembosapphicclown ; @brandyllyn ; @wildmoonflower ; @buckybarneshairpullingkink ; @mad-girl-without-a-box ; @winchestershiresauce ;Â @phoenixhalliwell ; @wild-rose-35 ; @daisyslibrary ; @informally-liz ; @andrastesflamingtitties ; @muchacha-encabronada ; @nerdygirl0414 ; @elen-aranel ; @ohbee-whatcanyoube ; @kmc1989 ; @quietpainter ; @thedreadandthefugitivemind ; @kaletastrophes ; @nyx2021
#Frankie Morales x Reader#Frankie Morales x You#Frankie Morales/Reaer#Frankie Morales/You#Frankie Morales fic#Frankie Morales imagine#Kinktober#Kinktober 2023
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Dancing With Catfish Would Include
Frankie âCatfishâ Morales x Reader | HeadcanonsÂ
A/N: Iâm really loving this series! Marcus Pike is next! then who? IM SORRY IF THIS IS HELLA LONGÂ
the sky was darker than normal, the moonlight appearing brighter into your open living room windowÂ
the air was chillyÂ
your black silk robe not helping the chill on your armsÂ
soft 50s love songs playing on the stereo, you often listened to them when Frankie was away
it brought back happier memories before he needed to flyÂ
slow dancing in the living room at 2amÂ
just wrapped in each others armsÂ
whispering sweet words to each otherÂ
or on nights before the baby when he would come up behind you while you made dinnerÂ
his arms around your waist
swaying side to side with the musicÂ
you would laugh at his transatlantic accent when he sang to youÂ
he stupid little moves he did when an Elvis song would come onÂ
you didnât have the heart to tell him he was awfulÂ
but it was so fucking cuteÂ
but the memories felt so cold and distant right now
fiddling with the diamond ring that was on your finger as you look out at the night sky
leaning against the wall
you had no contact with your husband since he left with his old crewÂ
dread was eating you aliveÂ
all you could think about was him being hurtÂ
...or deadÂ
God. What if he was shot on site...or their plane went downÂ
you suddenly didnât feel so good, you shake your head to get rid of the dark thoughtsÂ
tears began to prick your eyes...as if you hadnât cried enoughÂ
a noise coming from the front door grabs your attentionÂ
your head whips towards the doorÂ
slowly it opened, Frankieâs familiar body tiredly walked through
putting his duffle bag on the groundÂ
âFrankie,â you whisper in near disbelief, lower lip quiveringÂ
the man looks up at you, sorrow that once consumed his face was a little brighter as he saw you in the silk nightgown he bought youÂ
âHi, Honey,â he sighs with contentmentÂ
you race to him
and he keeps up with your paceÂ
meeting in the middle to jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around himÂ
knocking his favorite hat off his head as you grip his dark locks, you missed the feeling of his hairÂ
the pilot lightly grunts from the contact and puts his hand on your thighs to keep you upÂ
âIâm so glad youâre ok,â you sobÂ
Frankie puts his head in the crook of your neck and places a feather light kiss on your soft skin âI told you I would come back, My Love.âÂ
he puts you down and he gives to a proper welcome home hug and kissÂ
he cups your cheek with his hand, the other protectively around your waist
you stand there in silence
you knew you had to ask him âWhat about the money?âÂ
Frankie looks down at the floor, his eyes beginning to water âWe couldnât take it...Redfly. He uh... d-didnât make it.âÂ
his voice shakes and you press your head to his chest âYou donât have to tell me anymore if you donât want to.âÂ
he nods and puts his arms around you, pressing you closer to his chestÂ
all he wanted right now was you
 he can hear the music playÂ
he knows that songÂ
Dream a Little Dream of MeÂ
you danced to it at your weddingÂ
âOur playlist?â he questions with a smileÂ
âI listen to it when I miss you.âÂ
He chuckles and slowly moves his shoulders side to side, hearing the rhythm of the musicÂ
you close your eyes and let him move to the slow songÂ
it felt almost like a dreamÂ
âWant to dance?â he asks you, releasing his armsÂ
you smile and pull back, putting one arm on his sore bicep, the other in his callused handÂ
he gives you all the kissesÂ
your foreheads pressed togetherÂ
singing along to the musicÂ
you join in with Ella Fitzgeralds partsÂ
Frankie smiles and twirls youÂ
he knew that was your favorite partÂ
you felt whole againÂ
you also felt lucky to have him backÂ
looking down at you with love as he moved you around the room, letting him lead youÂ
he takes his hand off your waist and steps away from youÂ
the song was about to end and he wanted to give you the perfect endingÂ
you smile and slowly spin into his chest
he dips you and presses his lips to yoursÂ
two pairs of eyes fluttering close, taking in the momentÂ
once the song was over you ask him âDo you want to go to bed? Itâs almost 3?âÂ
He looks at the stereo and back at you âNah. Iâm good for a few more songs.âÂ
#frankie morales#frankie morales x reader#triple frontier#pedro pascal#pedro pascal imagine#pedro pascal x reaer#frankie morales imagine
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Kinktober Day 2
Day One | đčKinktober Masterlistđč | Day Three
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.
Warnings: Public sex (car sex); roleplaying; blowjob; cumplay; fingering
âYou come here often?âÂ
Youâve talked about this, sure, but your question still makes him dip his head, his cheeks going pink with embarrassment. You canât help but smile, biting the inside of your cheek to keep it from becoming a full-blown grin. You scooch your bar stool a little closer, tipping your head into his field of vision.Â
âAm I bothering you?â You ply softly.Â
âNo.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
For a moment, you think heâs going to back off, to mutter, âRed light.â But he nods, and turns his face toward yours a little, and insists,
âIâm sure.âÂ
You let your grin bloom then, leaning against the bar. You reach out, gently tipping the brim of his hat up to get a better look at his kind, dark eyes.Â
âSo?â You press. âYou come here often?âÂ
âIâve been here a time or two before. You?âÂ
âNope. Iâm just passing through. Or, wellââ You let out a put upon sigh, âI was supposed to be. My car broke down, so I called for a tow.âÂ
âThis late?â He pushes his sleeve back to eye his watch.Â
âYeah. They wonât be able to help me out until morning.âÂ
The man frowns, raising his hand to scratch at his chin.Â
âWhat are you planning on doing until then?âÂ
âGee, I don't know,â You sigh again. You can see him fighting back a smile at your use of gee. âDo you know any good motels around here?âÂ
âTell ya what,â He sits up, âWhy donât I take a look at your car? I might be able to get it up and running just enough to get you where you need to go.âÂ
âReally?â You brighten. âWhat would that cost me?âÂ
He waves you off lightly. âLetâs justâŠSee what the damage is, first.âÂ
--Â
He seems to balk at how far you parked from the bar. He casts cursory glances around the otherwise empty, dimly lit parking lot.Â
âItâs lucky that you were able to pull off safely,â He comments. âWhy donât you, uhâPop the hood and try getting it to start?âÂ
He keeps a careful distance as you climb into the car, shutting the door behind yourself and popping the hood. Once itâs raised entirely, you try to start the car. It lets out a cranking noise before you cut out the engine again. You hear him huff a soft, disbelieving laugh before he mumbles, âWhat did you do.âÂ
You step out of the car, leaning against the side and watching the man shine a light under the hood. His brow furrows before he reaches inside, rummaging for something. You hear a clank, then a clonk, and thenâÂ
You tip your head to the side, watching as the man leans back with something in his hand.Â
âWhatâs that?â You ask, nodding toward it.Â
âItâs a wrench.âÂ
You push your lips into an innocent, o. âNow how the heck did that get in there?âÂ
âHavenât the faintest idea, maâam.âÂ
âHow can I thank you, MisterâŠ?âÂ
âYou can just call me Frankie, no need for 'mister' anything. And really, Iâm just glad I could help.âÂ
âThere must be something that I can do,â You insist as he shuts your car hood.
âItâs really notâŠâ He goes quiet as you step closer, hooking your fingers in the belt loops of your jeans. He swallows thickly, gaze dropping to your breasts, then to your hands. âNotâŠNecessary.âÂ
âYou sure?â You step closer, pressing your body up against his. âI really,â Your gaze sweeps over from his eyes, to his lips, then up again, âReally want to thank you.âÂ
Frankie swallows thickly, adam's apple bobbing like a fishing fly in a lake. He finally manages, âNot here.âÂ
âWhere?âÂ
He nods toward the car, and you smile salaciously, using your grip on his belt loops to tug him closer to you.Â
âIt might be a tight fit,â You warn, âYouâre so damn broad.â Your lips widened to a grin as he flushes red, his embarrassment plain even in the dark. You worry again that he'll call off the game, but he grasps your wrists, insisting, âIâm sure weâll manage.âÂ
--Â Â
âOh my god,â He mumbles. You grin, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before he leaned down, taking more of his shaft into your mouth. You twist your hand around the length, spreading your spit as it slips from the sides of your mouth and working in a steady motion between your lips and the blunt edge of his zipper. You go still as he rests his hand on the back of your head, fucking between your lips. You canât help but whimper with each thrust, gagging slightly as he shoves just a touch too far into your throat.Â
âFuck, sorryââ He breathes, sliding his hand down to your neck, but you wonât have any of it. You push yourself down again, gagging roughly, and forcing yourself there for as long as you can manage. You finally draw off with a gasp, tipping your head up to swipe your tongue along the head of his cock. Frankieâs mouth falls open, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as he nods hurriedly.Â
You grin, jacking his cock even harder and closing your lips to suck around the head of his cock. His thighs go tight, a shaky swear passing from his lips as he cums suddenly. You close your eyes as his cum spurts across your lips and cheek, his hips giving aborted little jolts as he desperately tries not to rock the car or draw attention to the two of you.Â
He finally sags back in the seat, groaning and drawing his hat down over his face. You grin, leaning back and swiping fingers across your face, gathering the few stray drops of cum. You wait until he pushes his hat back up to slide your fingers between your lips.Â
âGoddamn,â He growls, grasping your jaw and drawing him up for a kiss. You wobble a little, planting your hand on the back of the seat as you grin against his lips.
"Here," He reaches down, grasping the seat level and sliding the seat as far back as it'll go. "C'mere." He steers you to sit on his lap, your legs splayed across the console to face the driver's seat. His fingers delve beneath the band of your leggings, and you grin as his touch smooths over your dampening pussy.
"Fuck," He groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
"Something wrong?"
"No panties? Seriously?"
"Is that a problem?" You sass, spreading your thighs and tipping into his touch as his fingertips swipe across your clit. Frankie just groans, leaning in and giving your neck a sucking kiss.
"I saw you put them on after we showered."
"I changed my mind about them."
"You drive me crazy," He mumbles. You hook your arm around his shoulder, sliding your fingers up into the curls at the nape of his neck.
"You love it."
Frankie chuckles against your skin, nipping it gently as he swirls his fingers around your tingling clit. You sigh as his fingers slip slickly over your skin, letting your head fall back against the cool window as you drive your hips into his touch.
"Is that what you need?" He murmurs, "Did you like that?"
"Yesâ"
"You liked picking me up?"
"Frankieâ"
"Pretending you were bringing me back to fuck in your front seat? Would you take me home if you didn't know me?" His pace picks up, hand swiping with an almost vicious speed. You shiver, grip tightening in his hair as you chase your release.
"Would you let me?" You whimper. You're so close, so goddamn closeâ
"In a heartbeat."
Your back bows as you cum sharply, mouth dropping open, only for Frankie to shove two fingers inside. He strokes along your tongue at the same speed and angle that he strokes your clit, keeping up the urging pressure until you feebly bat at his wrist. He stops then, resting his fingers over your pubic mound, his other hand lowering to rest over your shoulder, fingers slick with your spit.
"We have to go home," He mumbles.
"Why?" You pout, head still buzzing from your release. "You're not having fun?"
"I am, baby." He soothes, "But we're gonna need a bed for what I wanna do to you."
"The backseat's free."
"And it's all fun and games until the check engine light for my back comes on." He gives your pussy a friendly pat before drawing his hand out of your pants.
"Drive."
Tag list: @missredherring ; @fantasticcopeaglepasta ; @massivecolorspygiant ; @blueeyesatnight ; @recklessworry ; @amneris21 ; @ew-erin ; @youngkenobilove ; @carbonated-beverage ; @lorecraft ; @moonlightburned ; @milf-trinity ; @millllenniawrites ; @chattychell ; @dihra-vesaâ ; @videogamesandpoorlifechoicesâ ; @missswriter ; @thembosapphicclown ; @brandyllyn ; @wildmoonflower ; @buckybarneshairpullingkink ; @mad-girl-without-a-box ; @winchestershiresauce ;Â @phoenixhalliwell ; @wild-rose-35 ; @daisyslibrary ; @informally-liz ; @andrastesflamingtitties ; @muchacha-encabronada ; @nerdygirl0414 ; @elen-aranel ; @ohbee-whatcanyoube ; @kmc1989 ; @quietpainter ; @thedreadandthefugitivemind ; @kaletastrophes ; @nyx2021
#Frankie Morales x Reader#Frankie Morales x You#Frankie Morales/Reaer#Frankie Morales/You#Frankie Morales fic#Frankie Morales imagine#Kinktober#Kinktober 2023
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I love how that as hot this is, you've perfectly captured Frankies shyness and demeanour, he's so sweet! Really lovely!
Kinktober Day 2
Day One | đčKinktober Masterlistđč | Day Three
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.
Warnings: Public sex (car sex); roleplaying; blowjob; cumplay; fingering
âYou come here often?âÂ
Youâve talked about this, sure, but your question still makes him dip his head, his cheeks going pink with embarrassment. You canât help but smile, biting the inside of your cheek to keep it from becoming a full-blown grin. You scooch your bar stool a little closer, tipping your head into his field of vision.Â
âAm I bothering you?â You ply softly.Â
âNo.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
For a moment, you think heâs going to back off, to mutter, âRed light.â But he nods, and turns his face toward yours a little, and insists,
âIâm sure.âÂ
You let your grin bloom then, leaning against the bar. You reach out, gently tipping the brim of his hat up to get a better look at his kind, dark eyes.Â
âSo?â You press. âYou come here often?âÂ
âIâve been here a time or two before. You?âÂ
âNope. Iâm just passing through. Or, wellââ You let out a put upon sigh, âI was supposed to be. My car broke down, so I called for a tow.âÂ
âThis late?â He pushes his sleeve back to eye his watch.Â
âYeah. They wonât be able to help me out until morning.âÂ
The man frowns, raising his hand to scratch at his chin.Â
âWhat are you planning on doing until then?âÂ
âGee, I don't know,â You sigh again. You can see him fighting back a smile at your use of gee. âDo you know any good motels around here?âÂ
âTell ya what,â He sits up, âWhy donât I take a look at your car? I might be able to get it up and running just enough to get you where you need to go.âÂ
âReally?â You brighten. âWhat would that cost me?âÂ
He waves you off lightly. âLetâs justâŠSee what the damage is, first.âÂ
--Â
He seems to balk at how far you parked from the bar. He casts cursory glances around the otherwise empty, dimly lit parking lot.Â
âItâs lucky that you were able to pull off safely,â He comments. âWhy donât you, uhâPop the hood and try getting it to start?âÂ
He keeps a careful distance as you climb into the car, shutting the door behind yourself and popping the hood. Once itâs raised entirely, you try to start the car. It lets out a cranking noise before you cut out the engine again. You hear him huff a soft, disbelieving laugh before he mumbles, âWhat did you do.âÂ
You step out of the car, leaning against the side and watching the man shine a light under the hood. His brow furrows before he reaches inside, rummaging for something. You hear a clank, then a clonk, and thenâÂ
You tip your head to the side, watching as the man leans back with something in his hand.Â
âWhatâs that?â You ask, nodding toward it.Â
âItâs a wrench.âÂ
You push your lips into an innocent, o. âNow how the heck did that get in there?âÂ
âHavenât the faintest idea, maâam.âÂ
âHow can I thank you, MisterâŠ?âÂ
âYou can just call me Frankie, no need for 'mister' anything. And really, Iâm just glad I could help.âÂ
âThere must be something that I can do,â You insist as he shuts your car hood.
âItâs really notâŠâ He goes quiet as you step closer, hooking your fingers in the belt loops of your jeans. He swallows thickly, gaze dropping to your breasts, then to your hands. âNotâŠNecessary.âÂ
âYou sure?â You step closer, pressing your body up against his. âI really,â Your gaze sweeps over from his eyes, to his lips, then up again, âReally want to thank you.âÂ
Frankie swallows thickly, adam's apple bobbing like a fishing fly in a lake. He finally manages, âNot here.âÂ
âWhere?âÂ
He nods toward the car, and you smile salaciously, using your grip on his belt loops to tug him closer to you.Â
âIt might be a tight fit,â You warn, âYouâre so damn broad.â Your lips widened to a grin as he flushes red, his embarrassment plain even in the dark. You worry again that he'll call off the game, but he grasps your wrists, insisting, âIâm sure weâll manage.âÂ
--Â Â
âOh my god,â He mumbles. You grin, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before he leaned down, taking more of his shaft into your mouth. You twist your hand around the length, spreading your spit as it slips from the sides of your mouth and working in a steady motion between your lips and the blunt edge of his zipper. You go still as he rests his hand on the back of your head, fucking between your lips. You canât help but whimper with each thrust, gagging slightly as he shoves just a touch too far into your throat.Â
âFuck, sorryââ He breathes, sliding his hand down to your neck, but you wonât have any of it. You push yourself down again, gagging roughly, and forcing yourself there for as long as you can manage. You finally draw off with a gasp, tipping your head up to swipe your tongue along the head of his cock. Frankieâs mouth falls open, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as he nods hurriedly.Â
You grin, jacking his cock even harder and closing your lips to suck around the head of his cock. His thighs go tight, a shaky swear passing from his lips as he cums suddenly. You close your eyes as his cum spurts across your lips and cheek, his hips giving aborted little jolts as he desperately tries not to rock the car or draw attention to the two of you.Â
He finally sags back in the seat, groaning and drawing his hat down over his face. You grin, leaning back and swiping fingers across your face, gathering the few stray drops of cum. You wait until he pushes his hat back up to slide your fingers between your lips.Â
âGoddamn,â He growls, grasping your jaw and drawing him up for a kiss. You wobble a little, planting your hand on the back of the seat as you grin against his lips.
"Here," He reaches down, grasping the seat level and sliding the seat as far back as it'll go. "C'mere." He steers you to sit on his lap, your legs splayed across the console to face the driver's seat. His fingers delve beneath the band of your leggings, and you grin as his touch smooths over your dampening pussy.
"Fuck," He groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
"Something wrong?"
"No panties? Seriously?"
"Is that a problem?" You sass, spreading your thighs and tipping into his touch as his fingertips swipe across your clit. Frankie just groans, leaning in and giving your neck a sucking kiss.
"I saw you put them on after we showered."
"I changed my mind about them."
"You drive me crazy," He mumbles. You hook your arm around his shoulder, sliding your fingers up into the curls at the nape of his neck.
"You love it."
Frankie chuckles against your skin, nipping it gently as he swirls his fingers around your tingling clit. You sigh as his fingers slip slickly over your skin, letting your head fall back against the cool window as you drive your hips into his touch.
"Is that what you need?" He murmurs, "Did you like that?"
"Yesâ"
"You liked picking me up?"
"Frankieâ"
"Pretending you were bringing me back to fuck in your front seat? Would you take me home if you didn't know me?" His pace picks up, hand swiping with an almost vicious speed. You shiver, grip tightening in his hair as you chase your release.
"Would you let me?" You whimper. You're so close, so goddamn closeâ
"In a heartbeat."
Your back bows as you cum sharply, mouth dropping open, only for Frankie to shove two fingers inside. He strokes along your tongue at the same speed and angle that he strokes your clit, keeping up the urging pressure until you feebly bat at his wrist. He stops then, resting his fingers over your pubic mound, his other hand lowering to rest over your shoulder, fingers slick with your spit.
"We have to go home," He mumbles.
"Why?" You pout, head still buzzing from your release. "You're not having fun?"
"I am, baby." He soothes, "But we're gonna need a bed for what I wanna do to you."
"The backseat's free."
"And it's all fun and games until the check engine light for my back comes on." He gives your pussy a friendly pat before drawing his hand out of your pants.
"Drive."
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