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three's a crowd
Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader x Joel Miller
Word Count: 9.9k
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Youâre in love with Frankie and he is in love with you, but you both have no idea how to act on it. Until Joel Miller comes along.
Warnings: friends to lovers | alcohol consumption | smoking | pining | jealousy | readerâs hair can get wet without it being an issue | Joel is kinda sleazy in this (but reader is very much into it) | mentions of cheating | protective Frankie | threesome m/f/(m) | a surprising amount of biting | the oral fixation in this is insane, Iâm sorry | itâs all about hands and fingers | voyeurism | semi-public sex | cuck!Frankie but also not really (guess youâll have to read it to find out what that means) | nipple play | (brief) fingering | (very brief) masturbation (m) | unprotected p in v sex | rough sex | spanking | orgasm delay | overstimulation | creampie
Notes: I started writing this fic in June and it was supposed to be a fun little summer thing and then stuff happened and now it's October - but here it finally is. There isn't really much I can say about it except that Dani @alexturner saved the whole thing by pointing out that the final fic wasn't really like what I had talked about while discussin the idea with her and after editing it, it's much, much better. I also had a lot of fun talking about Frankie's and Joel's backstory with you, Dani đ€ maybe I'll write that one day ...
âDâyou wanna fuck her, Miller?â
BEFORE
It must have been two years ago, or maybe it was three. Your hair was longer, you had just broken up with your boyfriend of five years, had just moved to a town where you didnât know a single soul. âA fresh start is what you need.â Thatâs what your therapist said to you when you cried your heart out after Derek dumped you and moved in with his new girlfriend a week later. But she hadnât been talking about this, moving halfway across the country, all the way from Maine, where the winters are cold and the air is always salty, to Texas, where it almost never snows and the tornado sirens make you run for cover.
Thatâs how you met Frankie, sweet, smiling Frankie. Your truck broke down in the grocery store parking lot and he jump-started it. He stuck out to you because he was wearing a pale blue baseball cap, bleached from countless summers under the hot Texan sun, and not a cowboy hat like all the other men around. You bought him dinner at that steak place that would become your favorite, and after three shots of tequila you opened up to him. He held you when you started to cry, took you home, slept on your couch when you asked him not to leave.
Youâve been friends ever since.
He showed you around San Antonio, he flew you to Enchanted Rock in a helicopter he rented, he even took you to Mexico where you found out he speaks Spanish fluently. He helped you fix the roof of your bungalow when it started leaking. You, in turn, took him to the cinema, made him watch horror movies that made him squeal, dragged him along to a rodeo, taught him how to ride a motorcycle when he told you he had always wanted to learn. The two of you just clicked. It felt right.
Now, after three years, you canât imagine your life without Frankie in it. You donât remember who you were before him, and you donât want to. Heâs your best friend, and youâre his. Where one of you goes, the other follows. And of course, people mistake you for a couple, of course they ask, âAnd what about your girlfriend here?â, they say, âYouâre lucky to be dating such a nice young fellaâ. You always laugh, correct them lightheartedly. But sometimes you wish they were right. You love Frankie as a friend, more than you ever thought you could love anyone, but sometimes you want more.
You almost got that more about a year after meeting Frankie. One of his friends, Santi, was in town, and you went out with a group before taking advantage of the hot tub that came with Santiâs motel. There were drinks involved, one thing led to another, and suddenly you found yourself straddling Frankie, wearing nothing more than a bikini, your fingers tugging on his curls, his hands roaming all over your body. It didnât go any further than that, and the next morning he dropped you off at your house with his usual, âSee ya âround.â He never talked about it and neither did you. He was probably regretting it and you didnât want to lose him over something like this, so you left it all unsaid.
He started dating someone soon afterwards, first Arabella, then Bessie, and you hated them both, even though they were probably decent women. Luckily, neither relationship lasted long because it hurt. You didnât tell Frankie, acted perfectly civil around them, but it felt as if your heart had been dropped from a great height and had shattered against the pavement. You had to ease that pain with a couple of meaningless one-night-stands but they couldnât take your mind off Frankie buried deep in another woman when it should have been you. And when you told him about Billy and Carson and Hank and Landon and Clara to provoke him to do something, he just shrugged it off and said, âIâm glad you had a nice evening.â
Frankie is single now, and so are you, and life is good. It isnât always easy, but itâs a far cry from how it was in Maine. Youâve made peace with the whole Frankie situation, realizing it might just be enough knowing youâre the most important person in his life, even if youâll never have him completely. This way, there also wonât be a messy breakup, hurtful things said in anger, actions you can never undo. Youâre content with being Frankieâs best friend, and that should be enough.
It's summer now, one of the hottest on record. The AC in your bungalow broke and Frankie wanted to help you fix it, but then he got busy at work. That was almost a week ago, and you use these circumstances as an excuse to hang out at Frankieâs place as much as possible. He doesnât mind. He has a big pool in his backyard that he always shares with you, and he loves your company. If you didnât know better, youâd think heâs putting off fixing your AC on purpose.
Youâre floating on your back, eyes closed, the sounds around you muffled by the water. Frankie is lounging in a chair by the side of the pool, resting in the shade after a hot day. Every time you glance over at him, his eyes are closed. That gives you the freedom to truly look, to see him how not many people are allowed to see him.
You take a deep breath and dive, floating weightlessly for a few seconds. Itâs so easy to imagine this to be your life, Frankie to be your boyfriend. If he were, nothing would be different. Youâd get to use your shared pool, watch him doze in the shade, help him prepare dinner later, laugh at his corny jokes ⊠Your heart squeezes when you realize you have all of that and still it isnât enough. Whatâs missing is riding him by the side of the pool, your bodies sticky with sweat. Whatâs missing is kissing his neck while heâs watching the brazier. Whatâs missing is knowing heâs yours and youâre his, come what may.
Thereâs a shadow by the side of the pool, and you scramble upwards, breaking through the surface with a gasp. âWhat?â you ask, smiling up at Frankie, shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand.
Frankie gives you a thumbs up. âJust making sure youâre not drowning.â
Youâre treading water as you say, âWould you jump in and rescue me if I was?â
He laughs. âIâm pretty sure youâre a better swimmer than me.â
âIâd make it worth your while.â You wink at him.
He lowers himself into a crouch so heâs closer to the surface of the water, closer to you. âHow?â
âEver heard of mouth-to-mouth?â
He laughs one of those laughs that comes from deep inside his chest and shakes his whole body. âLeave it to you to make saving someoneâs life sound sexy.â
âBut it is sexy,â you say emphatically. âImagine pulling me from the pool, your big, strong arms wrapped around me. I think youâd stay calm and collected; youâd know exactly what to do. Any woman who doesnât fall for you after that would be a fool.â
Frankie dips his fingers into the water and flicks some of it in your direction. You squeal and try to duck, but the drops still hit you in a quick shower. âShut up,â Frankie laughs.
You use your whole hand to try and shove the water back toward him. You miss. âStop it,â you tell him, no weight behind your words, a broad smile on your face.
âHey!â he shouts. âDonât make me come in there, young lady.â
He always makes you laugh when he calls you that, the air of authority he puts into his words. Youâre not that much younger than he is, but he always acts as if youâre 20 years his junior, while you have started calling him âgrampsâ to rile him up.
You propel yourself backward, away from him toward the opposite side of the pool. âYouâre too chickenshit.â
âOh, just you wait.â He starts to pull his shirt over his head, his cap that he always wears getting caught in the hem of the neckline. You really try not to but you canât help looking at his soft belly, the white skin such a stark contrast to his tanned arms. You wonder what it would be like to touch him, what sounds he would make in response to the difference in pressure, if you were using your nails or â
âAm I interruptinâ somethinâ?â
You donât mean to, but you squeal at the sudden appearance of a strange man next to Frankie. You were so preoccupied staring at your friend you didnât notice someone else approach.
Frankie lowers his shirt. His cheeks are slightly flushed. âJoel!â
You glance between the two men, but neither of them offers an explanation. Instead, a heavy silence settles itself over this already muggy afternoon.
Finally, the stranger, Joel, speaks. âIs this a bad time or â?â
âNo, no,â Frankie quickly assures him while you bite down a harsh, âYes, it isâ. Frankie runs his palms down his shirt, trying to smooth the creased fabric. âI just ⊠I had no idea you were in town.
âWell, I am,â Joel replies in a tone of voice that rubs you the wrong way. âI thought Iâd drive by, see if youâre home.â
Frankie glances at you, seemingly only now remembering your presence. âThis is Joel Miller,â he says in an oddly formal voice. âWe sometimes work together.â
âHi.â You raise your hand out of the water to wave at Joel, the smile you put on not reaching your eyes.
If you had to guess, youâd say Joel was older than Frankie by at least five years, maybe even ten. Heâs taller too, broad-shouldered where Frankie tends to fold in on himself. His graying hair is slightly too long, but his graying beard makes him look handsome, especially when he gives you a twisted half-smile as if heâs fully aware of what he just interrupted and is taking pleasure in your discomfort and annoyance. You want him to leave but with a clench of your stomach you realize you also want him to stay.
âShe your girlfriend?â Joel asks without pretense, nodding at you in a way that makes you clench your fists.
Frankie chuckles awkwardly, a sound you only heard a few times before and always hated. He lifts his cap with one hand to scratch his scalp, then shakes his head. âNo, weâre just friends.â
Joel shifts, rolls his shoulders ever so slightly. âNice to meet you, just friend of Frankieâs.â
Canât say the same about you, you want to say but if thereâs one thing you learned from your years spent in the south is that there is nothing more important than hospitality. âYou too,â you say instead, and start kicking the water, doing laps in the pool. If you ignore him, maybe heâll leave soon.
But Frankie opens a beer bottle for him and Joel sits down in the lawn chair next to him, taking a big swig. You try to ignore them as best as you can, but you canât keep your ears from straining to catch snippets of their conversation.
â⊠between jobs ⊠just a couple oâ nights âŠâ
â⊠go out tomorrow ⊠bar in town âŠâ
â⊠broke up with me âcause she ⊠her friend âŠâ
Sometimes Frankie laughs in a way he only does when he wants to impress someone. Usually, you can see it too, usually you admire the same people but there is something about Joel that makes alarm bells ring in your head. And you donât like the way Frankie behaves around him. You donât want to call it submissive because you hate that word, but it feels as if heâs putting up a front for Joel, not saying what he really wants to say, not doing what he really wants to do.
But then sometimes Joelâs eyes are on you, his gaze hooded, and he doesnât look away when you catch him staring. There is something in the brazen way he does it that makes you crave more, and youâre a little bit disgusted with yourself for wanting that. You donât know this man, and you donât like what you glimpsed so far, but when he asks, âAny chance of you joininâ us, sunshine?â youâre so very tempted to say yes.
âI wanna shower first,â you answer, pushing yourself up on the edge of the pool. Joelâs eyes immediately shoot to your chest while Frankieâs are glued to his bottle, his fingers busy picking at the label.
âDonât keep us waitinâ,â Joel says in a tone of voice that grates on you and makes you tighten your jaw. You want to flip him off, and he knows it too because he raises his half-empty bottle to you. You wish Frankie would say something, or at least acknowledge your presence, but a loose thread on his jeans has caught his attention now. Your chest tightens with annoyance and, even though youâre loath to admit it, hurt, and you huff at Joel before grabbing your towel and making your way toward Frankieâs house. You feel Joelâs eyes burn a searing mark into your back. Â
You have no right to feel the way you do, you tell yourself as you work shampoo into your hair. Frankie can be friends with whomever he wants to. This is his house and he can let himself be treated however he sees fit. And youâre not dependent on him to defend you against a jerk like Joel, you can manage that all on your own. Besides, itâs not as if Joel is going to be around for long, he will most likely leave after another beer or two, so there really is no reason for you to get so worked up about it.
And yet âŠ
You turn off the water with a quick jerk of your hand.
Stepping out of the shower, locating a fresh towel, itâs like second nature to you. You briefly bury the face in the soft fabric, inhaling the clean scent of Frankieâs detergent, a scent that will always bring you comfort. Then you pull one of the several dresses you keep at Frankieâs house over your head before using the towel to superficially dry your hair. It comes away smelling like him, which sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.
Youâve come to terms with it, you really have. Yes, you sometimes dream about kissing him, yes, you canât stop fantasizing about what the two of you would be like as a couple, but what you have is nice. And it feels like it should be enough, which should count for something, right?
âTook your sweet time in there, sunshine.â
You jump, only registering Joelâs presence leaning against the opposite wall as you pull the bathroom door closed behind you.
âThereâs a half bath next to the kitchen,â you tell him, avoiding his searing gaze. âYou know, if you need to go.â
You try to scurry down the hallway and back out into the garden, but Joel pushes himself off the wall and steps into your way. âI donât,â he answers. âI was looking for you.â
You sigh and look up at him, hoping heâll notice your mild annoyance. âWhy?â
âFrankieâs busy with dinner.â His gaze sweeps you from your damp hair down to your bare feet, widening as he notices your dress is slightly too tight at your chest. âAnd you look like good company.â Before you can come up with a snide remark, heâs two steps closer and his hand is suddenly resting on your waist, his palm hot to the touch even through the fabric. âYouâre certainly prettier.â
The sudden contact, his brazen approach catches you off-guard. Itâs been years since a man has treated you like this, and many years more since you were free to do with that whatever you wanted.
âCome on.â Why is his voice so low suddenly? âCat got your tongue?â
You roll your eyes. âN-â
But before youâre able to finish the second short sound, the thumb of his free hand is on your bottom lip and he starts to pull it down. âLet me check.â
Before your brain can consider all your options, you bite down on his finger, hard, out of reflex, drawing a hiss from him. He pulls back, steps away, shakes his hand. But that sleazy half-smile is still firmly fixed on his face. âOh, youâre a little fighter, is that it?â
You take a step closer to him in an attempt to intimidate him, but he doesnât budge. âI just donât like it when people touch me without my permission.â
âI bet that sweet little pussy of yours is tellinâ a different tale.â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â You shove him, both palms hitting his chest, and he loses some ground.
He tries to snatch your wrist but youâre too fast for him. âCareful, sunshine. Donât irritate me.â
âWhy?â You push your chin forward in defiance. âWhat are you gonna do about it?â
âOh, I have some ideas.â Joel reaches for your waist again, but you manage to step back quickly. He balls his hand into a fist. âI just ainât sure youâd like them very much.â
âDidnât your mother teach you manners?â
âIâd like to teach you some,â he shoots back.
The sound of Frankie clearing his throat makes you jump. Heâs standing behind Joel, just inside the sliding door that leads into the garden, a cocktail shaker in his hand, an apron covering his chest. âDrinks are ready,â he announces, his voice tense. Then he turns around, leaving you to wonder how long heâs been standing there and how much he heard.
Your stomach curls tightly with shame. Not because of anything he might have overheard or because of anything you did, but because you liked the way Joel talked to you, you liked that he decided he wanted you and went for it. You liked being close to him, feeling his uninvited touch on your body, hearing him say those lewd things. And all the while you forgot about Frankie, for the first time in months.
Joel glances at you and some of the shame must show on your face because he says, âIf I kissed you right now, do you think heâd punch me?â
And just like that youâre back to feeling the slow grating of annoyance, like nails scraping down a chalkboard. âDonât flatter yourself,â you huff before pushing past him and stepping back out into the garden.
The evening light is softer now, the heat feels less oppressive. The sun has begun to dip toward the horizon, and Frankieâs shadow is long against the grass as he waits for you to rejoin him by the pool. You want to put on your brightest smile for him, want to show him how much you appreciate everything he is doing for you, but with him you never have to pretend. Your face lights up when you see him whether you want it to or not, your steps quicken, your heart feels full of happiness. Even someone like Joel canât ruin that, no matter how hard he might try.
âAll clean?â Frankie has a lopsided grin on his face and a martini glass in his hand. When you nod, he hands it to you. âI made it just the way you like it.â
âThanks, honey,â you tease and playfully kiss his cheek.
âThis oneâs for you.â Frankie hands Joel a tumbler full of amber liquid.
Joel raises an eyebrow. âJust whiskey?â
âYou seem like a whiskey kinda guy,â Frankie answers with a shrug before taking off his apron and hanging it over the backrest of his lawn chair.
âWhat are you having?â you ask, sitting down on one of the sun loungers Frankie keeps next to the pool.
Frankie lightly shakes his beer bottle. âIâll stick with this for now.â
You glance from him to Joel and then back to him as both men remain standing, clutching their drinks. âWell, this is nice and relaxing.â
âSorry,â Frankie mumbles and lets himself fall back into his chair. âLong day.â
Joel chuckles and steps forward, but instead of choosing the chair next to Frankieâs, he sits down on the sunbed right next to you. The rough denim of his jeans scrapes against your naked thigh and you scoot away from him, clearing your throat. Joel doesnât seem to have noticed; his eyes are fixed on Frankie.
âYou never told me you had a nice place like this,â he says, vaguely waving his hand at the pool and the manicured lawn. âI wouldâve come over much sooner.â
âWhere do you live?â you ask before Frankie can say something.
Joel chuckles before taking a sip from his whiskey. âYou know what would go great with this?â He pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket of his jeans, conveniently having to lean against you to retrieve it. You push back, refusing to make yourself small. He holds the pack out to you first, but you shake your head. He doesnât offer it to Frankie.
âShe asked you a question.â
Your eyes snap from the sight of Joel lighting a cigarette, the filter hugged firmly between his lips, to Frankie, who has his elbows propped up on his knees, a thumb and forefinger wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle, holding it precariously.
Joel takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales slowly. The smoke tickles your suddenly very dry throat. âI live here and there,â he finally replies. âWherever work takes me.â
âOkay, so where do you currently live?â you probe.
Joel waves his hand around. âYâknow âŠâ
âWhat he means to say is that heâs currently between houses,â Frankie clarifies, a slight tension in his voice you havenât heard before.
âOh, so youâre a bum?â Is Frankieâs face lighting up with satisfaction at your comment or are you only imagining that?
Joel takes another drag. âIâm whatever you want me to be.â
It was bad enough that he had no regard for your boundaries when Frankie wasnât right there next to you, but he canât expect you to just take it now that Frankie is this close. You try to stand up, but his hand closes around yours and pulls you back down next to him, the force of it making some of your drink spill.
âHey!â you protest loudly, but he only slings his arm around your shoulder.
âHis girlfriend just kicked him out,â Frankie goes on, pretending he didnât notice what just went down. âHe cheated on her with her best friend.â
âCouldnât have been a very good friend then.â You pick Joelâs heavy arm off your shoulders and let it fall down next to you.
Joel shrugs. âIf I see somethinâ I want, I take it.â
âMust be lonely, going through life with that mindset,â you observe, watching him as he stubs out the cigarette against the tiles surrounding the pool.
âDepends on what you want out of life, I sâpose.â
You glance up at the slowly darkening evening sky, currently a soft, darkening blue, then take a sip from your very strong martini. âAnd what is that?â you ask, watching a bird glide across the sky.
âDâyou wanna fuck her, Miller?â
AFTER
âYes.â It comes out rough and breathless and eager, and suddenly your blood is rushing in your ears. You have no idea when the evening shifted to this, but you suppose it was inevitable from the moment Joel walked in. You just didnât think Frankie would be the one to ask the question.
You glance at Frankie, sweet Frankie, who always respects you, always treats you like youâre royalty, and you see something in his gaze youâve never seen before, a sort of strangled curiosity, like heâs desperate to find out where this might go, but unsure if he can handle the way there. You smile at him, and you nod, and his pupils dilate immediately, setting your heart pounding. Thatâs all he needs from you, and all you need from him.
Frankie puts his beer bottle on a small table next to his chair, leans back, crosses one leg over the other, ankle resting against his thigh. âTough luck, pal,â he says, and next to you Joel stiffens. âYou can kiss her though.â
For a moment, youâre right back there in high school, a bottle pointing at you, your friend Ines grinning at you from across the circle, Billy licking his lips nervously. But youâre all grown up now, youâve played these games a million times, should know their rules by heart. Then why are your hands so sweaty?
Joel doesnât waste any time, doesnât even wait for you to turn toward him. His hand is already at the back of your neck while your eyes are still on Frankie, and his lips have found yours while youâre still trying to decipher the look in Frankieâs gaze. The kiss is rough, almost unpleasantly so, and you can taste the nicotine and whiskey on Joelâs tongue that claims your mouth with hungry licks. Joelâs whole body is pushing against yours, and you push back, pressing your chest against his, making his concentration slip briefly. You use this moment of inattention to gain the upper hand and bite his lip, less violently than you bit his finger but hard enough for him to inhale sharply. Maybe even hard enough to draw a little bit of blood.
Joel shifts, tightens his hold on your neck, and pushes up against you even more, like heâs trying to get you to lie down and submit to him. Resisting his efforts gives you a feeling of power youâre unable, maybe even unwilling, to control. Youâre still trying to come to terms with the newness of the situation, with the shift that has taken place, but you know exactly what you want, and that is not to give up one inch to Joel without making him work hard for it.
Joelâs hand is on your naked thigh now, tough callouses rubbing against smooth skin. Just like his kisses, it almost feels too violent, but then you remember Frankieâs hands roaming your body in that hot tub, the way the water hadnât managed to soften his skin. You remember how much you wanted him that night, and suddenly you wish Joel would touch you more.
As if he can read your thoughts, Joelâs hand is suddenly at the underside of your breast, cupping it through the fabric of your dress, his thumb finding the nipple so confidently as if he has touched you a million times before. Your body responds to the touch immediately and you lean into it, your lips parting in a stifled moan. The pad of his thumb rubs across your hardening nipple, rolls it through the dress and the bra youâre wearing, and you should push him away, make him feel like his efforts are futile and he has no effect on you whatsoever, but itâs been too long. Too fucking long. Youâre on fire, unpleasantly so, feeling like youâre burning up too fast, like the flames have barely touched you and youâre already turning to ash. You press yourself into Joelâs touch as your jaw slackens, and he grabs your breast and squeezes it roughly while pushing his tongue into your mouth with the sole intent of making you gag.
âHey!â Frankieâs voice is sharp, but when you flinch away from Joel and glance over at him, heâs still sitting in his chair holding his bottle of beer.
Your ears feel hot with shame as you refuse to acknowledge Joelâs presence and avoid Frankieâs gaze. Frankie was the one to suggest the kiss, Joel made the first move â then why do you feel such shame? Like youâve been caught cheating? Why do you feel itâs wrong to â
âWhat?â Joel asks, interrupting the spiral youâre about to slide down.
Frankie squeezes the neck of the bottle, his skin making a wet sound against the glass. âWe said kiss.â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see that sleazy smirk return to Joelâs lips. âAinât nothinâ wrong with a little second base.â
Frankie seems to consider this, his eyes fixed to the ground beneath his feet. You wish you could tell what was going on in his mind, but your heart is still racing like youâre being hunted for sport and your body is screaming for Joel to put his hands on you again, and all of that is too much to read Frankie.
Frankie holds out a hand to Joel. âCigarette,â he says, and Joel obliges. You watch Frankie light it up and take a deep drag, a sight so unfamiliar it makes you eager to commit it to memory. âSo you really wanna fuck her then?â he finally asks.
There is a pressure low in your abdomen that makes you shift against the lounger.
Joel only laughs, crude and hoarse, as if deigning that question with an answer is below him. âWhere did you get that idea from?â
Frankie takes another drag, a short one this time, before glancing directly at Joelâs crotch. You follow his gaze to find a bulge there, one that definitely wasnât there before, straining against the stiff fabric. When Joelâs eyes find yours, you make sure he sees you lick your lips. His jaw twitches.
Frankie leans back comfortably in his chair, some of the ash from the cigarette landing on his pants. He brushes it off with a flick of his wrist. âIâll let you fuck her. But youâre gonna do exactly as I say.â
You think you must have entered a parallel universe or another dimension. For a short while at least. None of it makes sense: the cigarette in Frankieâs hand, the way he talks and what he says, that man next to you who is nothing more than a stranger, who had his tongue in your mouth two minutes ago, and that all of this makes you wetter than you can ever remember being. But then Frankieâs eyes meet yours, dark pupils blown unfamiliarly wide, and yet there is something in them you recognize â this isnât a stranger who is looking at you, this is your best friend. No matter what happens next, heâs going to look out for you. All you need to do is trust him.
Next to you, Joel shifts, adjusting his crotch. He licks his lips. âYeah.â He nods. âOkay.â
Your eyes are on Frankie now, heart racing in your chest, mouth completely dry, as you wait for what comes next. Your brain is running hot trying to go through all the possibilities of what Frankie could have Joel do to you, but all you come back to is Frankie kneeling in front of you, spreading your legs. Joel is nothing more than a shadow beside you, watching with a hungry gaze.
Frankie leans forward and reaches out his hand as if he means to touch you, but then stops himself and leans back. âYou donât have to do as youâre told.â The softness in his voice catches you by surprise, but he goes on before you can analyze it. âTo start, do whatever youâre comfortable with.â
You glance at Joel, at how stiff his shoulders are, and you face him, trembling fingers pulling his shirt up where it is tugged into his jeans. Up and up you pull it until he has to raise his arms for you to get it off, and then you finally see his body betray his nerves as his chest flushes a deep red. There is a scar on his left collarbone, old and slightly brighter than the skin around it, there are some sparse, dark gray hairs on his chest, and his stomach is so much firmer than Frankieâs, so much less inviting.
Joel huffs and your gaze shoots back up to his face. âKinda boring, donât ya think? Pullinâ off my shirt when you couldâve done anythinâ to me?â
You wonât let him get to you, not like that, not when Frankieâs eyes are on you. âThereâs no shame in me enjoying myself by taking things slow,â you retort. âI know your first move wouldâve been to stuff two fingers into me but whereâs the fun in that?â
âOh, youâre gonna see where the fun in that is when youâre cominâ âround âem,â he replies with that infuriatingly sleazy smile darkening his face.
You lean in just a tiny bit closer. âOnly if Frankie lets you.â God, that thought turns you on so much your head starts to spin.
Once you recover, Joelâs right hand is cupping your jaw, his grip firm, while his thumb rests against your lips. âSomeone should stuff that mouth oâ yours.â
You open your mouth then, until his thumb is only pressing against your bottom lip. You let it slide in past your teeth until you can feel it on your tongue, heavy, tasting like nicotine. You close your lips around the digit and suck on it, your cheeks hollowing, your tongue massaging it. The corner of Joelâs mouth twitches. Somewhere to your right, you hear Frankieâs chair groan.
The sound of Frankieâs voice interrupts you. âI want you to take off her dress.â
With a wet plop, Joel pulls his thumb out of your mouth and then starts pulling at the straps of your sundress, pushing them down your shoulders.
âSlowly,â Frankie adds, his voice calm as if heâs talking to a semi-feral animal.
Joel moves you so both your feet are planted firmly on the ground, then shifts so heâs behind you. He finds the zipper at the back of your dress and begins to pull it down, torturously slowly as if there is something he wants to prove to Frankie. As more and more of your skin is revealed, he brushes over it, calloused fingers making you shiver. His hands feel so much like Frankieâs, and yet not at all like him. Frankie would be soft and gentle too, but he wouldnât scrape you with his short nails, he wouldnât tremble like it takes everything in him not to devour you whole.
The fabric of your dress glides down your shoulders and back, and comes to rest around your hips. It isnât anything Frankie hasnât seen before â your breasts are still covered, after all â and yet there is something in his gaze when you look at him, a strange kind of longing, like desire that has been kept in check for so long it has become second nature to him. You can see it in the flare of his nostrils, in the darkening of his eyes, in the way his bottom lip trembles briefly before he darts out his tongue to wet it. And yet he sits there, watching, his body unmoving like it has been trained not to give in.
âTake off her bra.â
Even Frankieâs voice is controlled and even. You shift, pulling back your shoulders and pushing out your chest in an attempt to get him to break, but his gaze shifts from you to Joel as he waits for the other man to follow his orders. Joel doesnât need to be told twice. He flicks open the clasp at your back with one hand and your bra falls away. You push out your chin, willing your face not to heat up.
Frankieâs throat works as he swallows, a small crack in the otherwise impenetrable wall he has put up. âYouâre perfect âŠâ His voice, too, cracks on the second syllable and he coughs. âWouldnât you agree, Joel?â
Joel doesnât reply. Instead, he cups one of your breasts again and squeezes the nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger, making you arch you back as a small stab of pain shoots through you. Now that the protective barrier of fabric is gone, you can feel just how rough his skin is against your sensitive spots, how his callouses catch in places your own fingers smoothly glide over. Your head falls back against his shoulder as he pinches your nipple again, as he begins to roll it roughly, pull on it from time to time to hear you hiss.
Joelâs chest rises and falls against your back, hot skin pressing into hot skin, his breath caressing the back of your neck. He runs his nose from your earlobe all the way down to your shoulder, then back up again, but before he reaches the starting point, he sinks his teeth into your neck and bites down, drawing a shivering gasp from you. And then he doesnât let go. He bites down harder, holding you in place, while cupping your breast with his entire hand, kneading it until your world tilts.
Youâre not aware of how desperate you are to find purchase, but the garden and the pool and the sky above right themselves when your hand finds Joelâs thigh. The denim is rough beneath your palm, but he is a rough man so it doesnât surprise you. What does surprise you though is how hard you have to fight to keep yourself from bucking your hips.
âJoel, stop.â
For just a short little while you had forgot Frankie is there with you, but his voice reminds you with brute force. And when Joel does as heâs told and you are left with nothing to distract you, all you can do is look at your best friend, at his fingers wrapped around that cigarette, and wonder what it would feel like to have him play with your nipple instead of Joel. The painful way your heart constricts at that thought utterly catches you by surprise.
Frankie takes a final drag on his cigarette, flicks the butt away, and clears his throat. âYouâll only do what I tell you to do.â
You shift, the fabric of your underwear rubbing against your clit sending a bolt of desperation through you, mixing with that unbearable longing to create a heady, dangerous cocktail. âFrankie, please.â
Frankie takes you in, and you have no idea what he sees, but he runs his thumb across his bottom lip and asks, âDo you want him to touch you?â
Joel runs his fingers up and down your arm, his touch so light it feels like torture. You try to squirm away but he keeps you trapped against his chest.
You exhale shakily. âYeah.â Thereâs a brief moment of hesitation, one that makes your heart flutter as you decide whether you should keep going. You do. âGod, Iâm so wet.â
Joelâs wandering fingers close around your upper arm like a vise.
But Frankie keeps up his walls. âShow me how wet she is, Joel.â
You donât think there has ever been a moment in your life where you were more turned on, a single moment where you were less in control of your body and your desires. You try to stand up, your legs trembling like you just finished a marathon, hands wrapped around your dress, ready to pull it all the way down. Joel doesnât even let you straighten your back. He pulls you back against his chest and wraps an arm around yours before running his free hand down your stomach, not seductively or teasingly but as if he has a task to fulfill. Youâve barely registered the sensation of his fingers against your lower stomach before he has pushed them past the fabric bunched around you hips and into your underwear, and this time you lose the battle against your own body. You roll your hips into his touch as your eyes flutter shut, you push and push, moans and whimpers urging him on. He doesnât need to be encouraged â he rolls your clit beneath his index finger, just like he rolled your nipple, before dipping it lower, pushing past the muscles at your opening and up into you.
Before you can make sense of it all, he removes his hand and holds up two fingers right in front of your eyes, glistening with your slick. Your chest heaving, you try to catch your breath.
Frankieâs eyes are wide open. âWhat does she taste like?â he asks, his voice rough as if he hasnât used it in quite some time.
Joel rubs his thumb against his index and middle finger, toying with your slick. âDonât you want to find out for yourself?â
Frankie nods so slightly you canât be sure it really happens, then hides behind a smirk, and you feel something unbearably insisting curl up tightly in the pit of your stomach. âYou tell me.â
Suddenly, Joelâs fingers are at your lips, pushing into your mouth. You open up, surprised by the sudden intrusion, and then his thick digits are pressing down against your tongue, making you gag. Tears are filling your eyes, and spit drips out of your mouth as you feel Joelâs hot breath against the shell of your ear.
âTell him.â
You canât, not even if you wanted to. Not because you canât taste yourself on Joelâs skin, not because you canât talk with his fingers filling up your mouth, but because Frankie flies out of his chair, brow furrowed and fists clenched. Before he can come to your aid, you close your hand around Joelâs wrist and push his fingers even deeper into your mouth, not breaking eye contact with Frankie, not even for a split second.
Joel presses down against your tongue and you suck on his fingers eagerly, but none of that matters to you. The only thing you care about is the red flush creeping up Frankieâs neck and into his cheeks, and the way he keeps closing the distance between the three of you until heâs standing right there, close enough for you to reach out and run your hands up and down his thigh.
Frankieâs hand is warm and heavy as it closes around yours, pulling Joelâs fingers out of your mouth. You gasp, unable to prevent a thin thread of spit from connecting your lips to Joelâs hand. It winks out of existence a second later when Frankieâs mouth clashes against yours, drawing another gasp from you, one that releases months and months of pent-up longing, one that originates deep in your chest but almost dies on your lips, stifled by wonder.
It isnât a soft kiss, it isnât even particularly well executed since your teeth clash painfully and Frankie pushes too hard too quickly. He also tastes more like Joel than himself, of beer and cigarettes, but none of that matters. He could have given you a small peck on the cheek and it would have been the greatest kiss you had ever shared with anyone. You feel his breath against your cheek, a shaky exhale, and before you can stop yourself, you find yourself fisting his shirt, fingers clenched so tightly you will never be able to let go again. That is all you ever wanted, all you ever prayed for, and now that you have it, you never want to lose it again.
Eventually, Frankie pulls back ever so slightly and whispers against your lips, âSummer, thatâs what you taste like,â and itâs such a corny line it should have you rolling your eyes, but instead you crane your neck and seal your lips to his again, high from the feeling of your tongue in his mouth. He huffs and pushes up against you, but heâs not close enough â thereâs still so much space between you. You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt and pull him even closer, but suddenly rough hands grab your arms and hold you back forcefully.
âI wanna go first.â It isnât a request, that much is clear.
Frankie pulls back and smiles down at you, his face soft and open, searching for any indication you donât want to do this anymore. Even though youâve never wanted anyone as much as you want him right now, the thought of him watching while Joel fucks you, utterly in control of the situation, makes you clench around nothing. Frankie can tell â he switches back to his neutral mask in the matter of a second. âYou didnât do as you were told âŠâ
It isnât a threat, but it might as well be.
Joel hooks a thumb into your mouth and pulls down your bottom lip. You try to bite him again, but he is prepared this time, holding you in place. âLet me come in her mouth at least.â
Frankie grabs Joelâs wrist again and pulls his hand away from your face. âNo.â
You have never heard him use that voice before, that kind of voice that makes you snap to attention, that voice that commands people to follow him. You shift, trying to rub your thighs together, but itâs just a primal reaction you have no control over. All your attention is on Joel trying to pull his wrist out of Frankieâs grip, and on Frankie holding him in place, the muscles in his arm straining.
âIâm going to sit back down, and youâre going to fuck her.â Frankieâs voice is so calm it sends a shiver down your spine. âSlowly,â he adds, letting go of Joelâs wrist. âAnd if you make her come before I tell you to, thereâll be consequences.â
Every muscle in your body tightens. Youâre too wound up to rationally consider what Frankie is proposing, too wound up to think about how much you want this and what that might mean. You glance behind you to catch Joelâs reaction, to see if heâs just as affected by Frankieâs proposition as you are, just in time to watch him lick his lips.
âAnd I get to fuck her however I want?â
Frankieâs gaze shifts to you. Itâs nothing more than a glance, a quick check-in, and you nod, just as quickly, just as imperceptibly.
âYes,â Frankie answers.
Next thing you know, youâre up on the lounger, knees and hands braced against the soft pillows, faded from long summers under the hot Texan sun, focusing on the sounds of Joel unbuckling his belt. You feel your throat tighten at those sounds, leather scraping against skin, metal clicking against metal, but your mouth is too dry to swallow. Joel unzips his jeans, then thereâs a rustling sound, followed by a deep, needy groan. Itâs enough to make your heartbeat stumble over itself with excitement. You try to turn your head and glance behind you to see what he is doing, but Joel catches your movement and forces your head down, firm grip at the back of your skull.
âStay.â
To your right, you hear the sound of Frankie shifting in his chair. He doesnât intervene.
Joel grabs the bunched-up fabric of your dress with both hands and begins to tear it with quick, jerking movements, ruining it. It falls away and glides down to the ground where it comes to rest next to the lounger, leaving you almost completely exposed to Joel. And Joel doesnât hesitate. He pushes the thin fabric of your underwear aside and sinks into you with one deep, calculated thrust you can feel in your chest.
Your fists clenched, your head hanging low, you try to take it, but his thrusts send shudders of pain up and down your body. Itâs not unbearable, and it shouldnât surprise you; he fucks like he does everything else â rough and with an edge of violence to it â but the stretch is uncomfortable, and the thrusts are greedy, so much so you wish he had surprised you after all.
âSlow down,â Frankie orders, and you lift your eyes to him. A muscle twitches in his jaw, and when Joel does as heâs told, he watches you closely, searching your face for any signs of the discomfort lessening. You shift, your body adjusting to the feeling of being so full, and when Frankie asks, his voice low, âYou okay?â you realize that you are. Youâre more than okay, actually. Two more shallow thrusts from Joel and youâre completely relaxed.
âYeah,â you answer, just for Frankie to hear and his lips quirk up in a smile.
âWeâre good,â he tells Joel.
Joelâs open palm lands against your ass cheek catching you unawares, as does the moan you let loose at the sudden burst of pain. Frankie swallows, or at least you think he does â you canât be sure with your eyes flutterin shut. You push back against Joel, eager for more, pulling him deeper inside of you with a greedy clench.
âThe way youâre clenchinâ âround me makes me think youâve never had dick before.â
Joelâs voice comes out restrained, the words are punctuated by more slaps, one harder than the last. Their meaning is lost on you as you are reduced to a babbling mess, unable to retain anything that is happening outside of your desire for him. You gush around his cock, hot and wet and wanton, and somewhere between the thrusts and the grunts, you hear a chortle.
âGreedy little thing, arenât ya.â
That chortle is what pulls you back into yourself, and you risk another glance behind you, hoping that this time he will let you see. He does, and you watch him pound into you, both hands on your hips, denim pulled just low enough to free his cock, dark hairs curling just above it, streaked with bulging veins. He has one knee braced against the lounger, one foot firmly planted on the ground. You almost hate yourself for being so affected by that sight, but you can feel everything tighten, your body begging for release.
âFuck,â you groan, your voice breathy. âFuck, fuck, fuck, Iâm gonna ââ
With a condescending smirk, Joel reaches for your clit. âGo ahead, sunshine.â
You close your eyes, focusing on how youâre clenching around him. Youâre so, so close, you can almost taste the release on your tongue. Your mouth hangs open, a moan begins to emerge from someplace deep inside your chest and â
Joelâs hips falter and still, and you can feel yourself flutter desperately around him, but itâs not enough. You glide along his length, coming down from the edge, frustration blossoming in the pit of your stomach. Joelâs fingers rest uselessly against your swollen clit, still as the rest of him, and whenever you try to grind yourself against them, his touch lessens.
âJoel âŠ,â you whine, opening your eyes to look back at him.
Itâs not Joel your gaze lands on. Itâs Frankie, standing right there next to the lounger, one hand on Joelâs head, fisting his hair, pulling on it so his chin is raised high, his neck exposed, a thick vein pulsing near its base. Joel is breathing heavily, but he doesnât move, doesnât try to free himself, while Frankie looks down at him, darkness clouding his features.
âYouâll do as I tell you or I wonât let you come inside of her.â
Frankie lets go of Joelâs hair with a shove to drive home the point. Even now, freed from his restraint, Joel doesnât fight back. He glares at Frankie as if heâs imagining beating him bloody, but he does like heâs told, removing his fingers from your clit to dig them back into your hip. He picks up the pace again, thrusts a little shallower than before, drawing a sigh of relief from you, scratching that undefinable itch Frankie restraining Joel like that triggered in you. That itch you donât want to examine too closely right now but that you know youâll return to.
Frankie pats Joelâs shoulder, two firm raps against the straining muscles. âGood boy.â
You clench so hard around Joel he must notice, but he doesnât remark on it. He resumes the steady snapping of his hips while your eyes fall shut and drop down to your elbows, those two words floating around your mind like an echo.
Good boy.
A desperate little whimper escapes you, one at least Frankie seems to hear, because he runs two knuckles up and down your spine in a movement that is meant to calm you but shoves you toward the edge with a violent jolt. He must know what heâs doing to you, there is no way he hasnât noticed. And it should fill you with shame, it should make you resent him, the way you lie bare before him, showing him the most vulnerable parts of yourself, but it only makes you want him more. You open your eyes to find him standing right next to you. This close, you can see how tight his pants stretch over the bulge you hadnât noticed before, how you think you can even make out a dark spot of precum forming against the fabric. You lick your lips.
âFrankie, please.â Your voice is rough and broken, laced with desperation.
Joel shoves into you so violently you feel the thrust in your throat, but he doesnât say anything.
Frankie leans down and places a soft kiss against your temple, then runs his thumb across your furrowed brow. âJust tell me when youâre ready.â
You whish you could tell him youâve been ready ever since he suggested Joel should fuck you, but you can only laugh, a broken sound followed by a hard swallow.
Frankie straightens his back, his eyes bright with excitement. âI see.â He makes his way back over to his chair and sits down, the wood groaning beneath his weight. âGo ahead, Joel.â
Joel picks up the pace, making every thought, every doubt you might have, instantly disappear from your head. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing you hard, and after that it doesnât take long at all. After that, you let out a deep moan and push back against Joel so hard it makes him lose his rhythm, but it doesnât matter. Youâre coming, pulling him deeper into you as he fucks you through it, letting you squeeze him as you sink deep into pleasure, losing track of your bodyâs movements.
You come back to the surface when youâre spent, and everything feels sore and tender, but Joel doesnât stop. There is a burning between your legs now and you hiss, reaching back for him.
Frankie is there next to you again, cupping your cheek. You have no idea when he approached, what made him leave his role as spectator this time, but you instantly relax when you feel his touch on him. âJust a little more,â he murmurs, calming you. âYou can take it, I know you can.â
You watch him squeeze the bulge in his pants, and giving it another, harder squeeze when Joel grabs your wrist and pins it to the small of your back. The proof of how much heâs affected by you is enough to chase away the discomfort and rekindle the fire in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes glued to the bulge in Frankieâs pants you wonder what it would be like to feel him thrust into you, chasing his release, to feel him take what he needed from your body, fueled by how much you want him in return.
Finally, Joel stills and spills into you, groaning as his orgasm sparks through him. But your eyes are locked to Frankieâs, as neither of you dares to look away.
THE OUTCOME
The neon sign of the motel casts deep shadows into the cabin of Frankieâs pickup. Your gaze is fixed to the flashing letters, promising vacancy. A car rushes past, its tires whispering against the concrete, still hot from the Texan summer day. You try to ignore the tightness in your stomach, but when a door falls shut with a rattling bang somewhere nearby, you feel that sound like a punch to your gut.
âThat was fun,â Joel says from the backseat. He stretches his legs, kicking his foot against your backrest. âIf you ever wanna repeat that âŠâ He lets the offer hang there in the air between you.
Frankie grabs the steering wheel tightly, the wood groaning under his skin. âWeâll know where to find you,â he finishes the sentence.
Joel braces both hands against your backrest and leans forward so his lips are close to your ear. âI think Iâll stick around for a while, so if you ever wanna grab some drinks, sunshine âŠâ
Only half-listening, you reply, âWhatever,â fighting down the nausea youâve been feeling ever since you climbed into Frankieâs truck.
âWhatever,â Joel echoes with a huff, opens the backdoor, and climbs out. âYou know, Iâve had better,â he adds, before shutting the door with a loud bang.
âHey!â Frankie barks, but you shake your head, and Frankie lets him walk away.
It doesnât matter what Joel says to you. You couldnât care less. Because as soon as Frankie starts the car, heâll drive it straight over to your place, say goodnight without really looking at you, and tomorrow, heâll pretend that none of this happened. Just like he did before. And as much as you hate that thought, youâre going to have to live with it.
As Joel climbs the stairs to the second-floor landing of the motel, you say, âYouâll want to take me home now, right?â Itâs best to get it over with as quickly as possible.
The wood groans again, but this time from Frankie loosening his grip. He takes off his cap and runs his fingers through his ruffled curls. You donât look at him, but you study him out of the corner of your eye, trying to read his face. He puts the cap back on, then slings his arm across the backrest of your seat. âActually ⊠I was hopinâ youâd come back to my place.â
The nausea youâve been feeling pricks up its ears with interest and then curls up into a tiny ball, tugged away in a corner of your stomach. âOh?â you say. And thatâs all you manage before he closes the distance between you, his left hand cupping your jaw, his lips brushing against yours, tentatively, asking for permission. You give it to him by fisting his shirt, pulling him toward you, by smiling against his lips, exhaling all the tension in one short giggle, full of relief. He strokes his thumb across your cheek at the same time as you open up for him so he can brush his tongue against yours. You find yourself mirroring him, hand on his cheek, thumb running over the stubble there, relishing the feeling of him being so close.
You pull away first, and he follows you, mouth slightly open, chasing another taste. âWhat are we gonna do at your place? Do you have more friends who want to fuck me while you watch?â you ask, high from the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, from that promise that he wonât forget about any of this in the morning.
A neon flash lights up Frankieâs face, once, twice, as you watch his cheeks darken with a flush. He takes his time, studying your face closely. âNo,â he says, his voice a low rumble, so unfamiliar it draws a smile from him, âI want to fuck you myself.â
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SoCal to NorCal: Chapter 2
Series Masterlist Chapter 1: Malibu
Series Pairing: husband!Joel Miller x f!Reader x boyfriend!Frankie Morales Series Summary: Joel is your rock, and Frankie is your ocean. So what happens when you bring the three of you together? - or - you and Frankie roadtrip up from Southern California to Northern California so he can meet Joel. A polyamory fic. This series exists in the Triple Frontier universe and is a Joel Miller AU/Triple Frontier AU. Series Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI
Chapter 2: Highway 101 & Beyond
Chapter Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader x Joel Miller
Chapter Summary:Â As you road trip north, you and Frankie struggle to voice your growing feelings for each other. Joel suggests something surprising, and the three of you unexpectedly explore new territory together.
Word Count: 8.7k
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI
Chapter Warnings/Tags: polyamory, phone sex, video sex, masturbation (f and m), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up pls!), multiple orgasms, creampie, cum kink, cum eating, thereâs a lot of cum lol iâm sorry in advance if thatâs not your thing, squirting, slight size kink, mentions of food, mentions of Frankieâs young daughter named Isabella, mentions of drug addiction and recovery, gratuitous descriptions of male and female anatomy, she/her pussy pronouns, heavy use of Spanish pet names/nicknames, Frankie the PEK, Joelâs filthy mouth is absolutely its own warning, idiots in love, a splash of angst, soft!Joel but also menace!Joel because we love a man with duality, Reader uses she/her pronouns, Reader is able-bodied, has breasts, and has hair that can be pulled, otherwise no description of Reader's skin color, size, body shape, hair color, eye color, or ethnicity, no use of y/n. Everyone is testing negative for STDs and Reader is on birth control.
a/n: The road trip continues! Iâm so excited to dive more into Frankie and Readerâs relationship, and I KNOW you all have been waiting for Joel to get into the mix. Well, buckle up buttercups, because he is about to be THE BIGGEST MENACE lmao. A deeply grateful thank you to my darling @for-a-longlongtime, who encourages me every day, helped me massively flesh out some of the more emotional aspects of the chapter, and who I talk to almost every day, in addition to being my beta reader. Thank you @mountainsandmayhem, @alltheirdamn , and @mermaidgirl30 for screaming with me about these three when I shared excerpts with you. And thank you to everyone for being patient with me while I got this written up between huge life events (both good and bad)! Dividers & banners by the amazing @saradika-graphics, thank you. (Please note that the chapter graphic is NOT meant to be accurate to Reader â vibes only!)
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Youâre so happy.
After your short but memorable stay with Santiago, you and Frankie have been on the road, spending the last few days leisurely meandering up Highway 1 towards San Francisco. You take turns driving, playing car DJ, and sightseeing as you travel north. Tanned feet on the dash, chaste kisses to the back of hands while driving, a shifting playlist between your differing musical tastes. Nights spent snuggled up in a rental or hotel room, playing 20 Questions or âWould You Ratherâ, kisses turning into intertwining of limbs, labored breath and fingers gripping bed sheets, the murmuring of each otherâs names like prayers.Â
In Ojai, you drank a little too much wine at the tasting room and biked back to the hotel with wobbly legs. Hearst Castle landed on your list for the formerly-captive-now-wild zebras (you) and to gawk at âridiculously rich people shitâ (Frankie). Ocean kayaking amongst the sea otters and sea lions in Morro Bay filled both of you with wonder. Frankie let you lead him into every little boutique shop that called your name, contentedly trailing behind you while you browsed.
Wherever you were, Frankie indulged your sweet tooth by sniffing out the best artisan ice cream shops. One time during a playful debate, you bopped your frozen treat to Frankieâs nose, giggling at his surprised expression and kissing the sticky-sweet remnants off of him before he picked you up over his shoulder. Your shrieks of joy ricocheted off the small town street until he tossed you in the backseat of his Jeep and crawled in after you, demanding a taste of something sweeter. Before you knew it, you were moaning and sighing under Frankieâs ministrations in an abandoned parking lot. The sight of his messy curls between your thighs as he lapped at your core propelled you into a stratosphere of pleasure.Â
The next morning, you continued your road trip north and stopped in Santa Cruz to experience the boardwalk since Frankie had never been. Sun-drenched wood slats under your feet, the crisp, briny breeze cooling your exposed skin. You and Frankie meander slowly, eating chocolate dipped soft serve cones and curly fries, hopping onto the slightly rickety carnival rides, including the famous wooden (and creaky) Giant Dipper roller coaster. (âThis thing canât be structurally sound if itâs making all that noise,â Frankie muttered, but you still got him to get on.)
Adrenaline trickling through your veins, giddy with endorphins from the coaster, you and Frankie debate who had the best strategy for the carouselâs metal ring toss game. âYou canât just huck it like a ninja star,â he gripes about your approach, shaking his head with a smile. âYou have to finesse and time it, and throw it like a frisbee so it floats in.â
âI swear, I was way closer than you were,â you shoot back. âIâve had my whole life to perfect my technique. One of my rings hit the clownâs mouth! More than I can say about your attempts.â You stick your tongue out at Frankie, and he rolls his eyes playfully. Neither of you had set off the lights and buzzers that indicated a successful throw. Heâs about to point this out when his phone trills.
Pulling it out of his pocket, his eyebrows knit together a bit before answering. âMamĂĄ,â Frankie says into the phone, âQue pasa? Is something wrong?â He had dropped off Isabella with her for the duration of the road trip, his mother always eager to have âgirl timeâ with her only grandchild.Â
âNo, no, mijo,â she responds, âEstĂĄmos bien. Isa is napping. I just wanted to call you and see how your vacation is going. You work so hard, you deserve to have this time to yourself!â
Frankie breaths a small sigh of relief. âOh, okay, good. Well, Iâve gotta keep it short. Weâre out here on the pier.â
â âWE?â â you suddenly hear screeching out of the phone, her tone ecstatic. âWho are you with? Oh my goodness, are you with that girl?âÂ
Frankie winces, holding the phone away from his ear as you chuckle. âYes, mamĂĄ,â Frankie responds, âthe woman I told you about. You donât need to yell.â He looks at you, a blush slowly creeping up his face, a sheepish smile on his lips. He mouths âfive minutesâ while walking towards the side of the walkway. Nodding your head with a smile, you whisper, âtake your time,â and kiss his cheek, settling on a bench nearby but out of earshot of the conversation, allowing Frankie his privacy.Â
âOh, mijo, thatâs wonderful!â his mother exclaims. âWhen do I get to meet her?â
Frankie huffs out a laugh. âMamĂĄ, relax. You will get to meet her in time. Weâre not quite there yet.â
âWhat are you waiting for? Havenât you been together for a few months now?â
âYes, butâŠâ Frankie trails off, not quite sure his mother can handle a full explanation of your situation. Honestly, as he thinks about it, he isnât even 100% sure what to call the two of you anymore. âItâs complicated,â he says simply.
The both of you agreed to enjoy what you had with no expectations. But âno expectationsâ changed over the days, weeks, months to become a desire to be around each other more days than not. Visits in the dead of night became dates during the day, morphing into waking up in each otherâs arms, eating breakfast together over the weekends, bedhead and sleepy eyes and warm smiles. He thinks about the way you make him laugh, head thrown back, with his whole chest. He thinks about your playful debates, the way you tease him when he loses to you in Mario Kart. He thinks about the way you writhe under, on top of, beside him as he draws pleasure from your body again and again, your moans and gasps creating the prettiest song heâs ever heard. Frankie thinks about your soul, your heart, your innate goodness, and then he thinks about how he canât possibly deserve any more than you already give him, despite him realizing more every day that he canât imagine his life without you.
Frankieâs mother clears her throat on the other end of the line, and he snaps back to the present moment.
âFrancisco,â she says softly. âIt doesnât have to be complicated. Just tell her how you feel, and see where it takes you. If she's as special as you say she is, you're going to regret not saying anything.â
Frankie looks down at his boots, and then back at you. You smile at him from the bench, your sundress fluttering slightly in the breeze. âMamĂĄ, I wouldnât even know where to begin.â
âIf you want something, Francisco, go for it. I always told you that you need to be more confident in yourself.â Frankieâs mother sighs affectionately. âYou have done so much for your career, for Isabella⊠you have more than made up for your transgressions, mijito. Do this one thing for yourself. Take the risk.â
He thinks back to the beginning of your relationship, when he said he didnât want anything serious because he was focusing on his career and his daughter. Not only was he in a stable job with room for upward movement, and becoming the father that Isabella deserved, it was because of you that he was able to achieve his goals. Youâve always supported him, encouraged him, and given him reality checks when he needed it. Not once have you asked for more in the relationship, but he never felt like you had to. He was willing to give you that and so much more. He was nearly certain that you felt the same way about having each other as a more permanent part of your lives, but without ever asking the question directly, he couldnât be certain that it wasnât just all in his head.
Frankie swallows thickly. âYouâre right,â he acquiesces. âIâll talk to her soon, when the moment is right. I donât want to lose her.â
His mother coos sweetly at him. âNow thatâs the son I know and love! Iâll let you go have fun with your lady. I love you, Frankie.â
âI love you too, MamĂĄ,â Frankie whispers, and then ends the call.Â
Youâre people watching at the boardwalk as Frankie approaches you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Thereâs no surprise triggered by his arms around you, just a calm ease and warmth. He presses kisses into your hair and sighs deeply. Tipping your head to the side, you return the kisses up his arm and rub his knuckles with your thumbs.
âHowâs your mamĂĄ?â you ask.Â
âGood,â Frankie responds, âjust checking in to make sure I was having fun on my vacation.â A sheepish grin blooms on his face. âSorry you had to hear her scream about you.â
You snicker as you stand up from the bench. âNah, it wasnât my ear she yelled into⊠But I didnât mind at all. Itâs sweet how she checks up on you.â
He grins, lifting his cap briefly to run his fingers through his hair. âShe knows how hard Iâve been working to make things right with my job, and with Isabella, and sheâs been pushing me to take some time off.â He sighs, looking off into the distance, and you know him well enough to know heâs doubtful of his progress.
âYou deserve it, Frankie,â you murmur to him, lacing your fingers with his. You both start strolling along the boardwalk again, Frankie looking deeply in thought. âYouâre always so hard on yourself, and at the very least, you deserve some time off.â
Glancing over at him, your breath catches. Frankieâs already staring at you, curls wild in the sea breeze, brown eyes warm and sparkling. Suddenly your chest feels like itâs cracked open, warm and aching. You feel the spark in your heart, and you realize that your feelings may be more than a simple affection. You search Frankieâs eyes and you can see a steady hidden layer under the warmth of his gaze as he lifts your joined hands to his lips, kissing them softly. It makes your heart do somersaults, the deeper unspoken emotions that flickered across his irises. A deep devotion that tugs at your soul.
He deserves the world.
Frankie huffs a laugh, dropping his gaze. âEveryone seems to tell me that. Guess I should stop being so damn stubborn and start believing them.â You continue walking, Frankie swinging your hands between the two of you as you settle into comfortable silence.
This is more than lust and companionship, you think to yourself. The way he looks at you, touches you with such reverence. It goes deeper than respect and fondness. Only Joel had ever given you butterflies and yet here you are, a fluttering in your gut, foreign but familiar. But what does that mean for you and Joel?Â
Can your heart love two people at once?
WhoaâŠ. wait, âloveâ??
You push the thoughts away with a shake of your head, determined to be present in the moment with Frankie. Bumping gently into his shoulder to get his attention, you flash him a smile.
âWanna see which one of us can win first at the dime toss game?â you ask Frankie, and his eyes crinkle at the corners the way you love so much when he smiles in return, his competitive streak flaring.
âSweetness, I thought youâd never ask. Prepare to lose.â
After you absolutely demolish Frankie at the dime toss (he swears they rigged the bowls he was aiming for), you and Frankie hit the road towards the cute cottage youâd booked for the night. Among the draws was its proximity to good food while being simultaneously off the beaten path. You were dying to try the seafood restaurant nearby, which was recommended to Frankie by one of his coworkers.
Per usual for the northern California coast, the fog began to roll in from the beach, casting ghostly tendrils across the road. Fog was one of the things you missed most about home while in SoCal, where it was a rarity. You roll up the windows and flip on your seat heater with a content sigh, then drape your body over the center console to grab your oversized cardigan from the back. The move makes your short dress hike further up your thighs as you reach for the soft knit. Frankie glances in the rearview mirror, spotting a flash of the curve of your ass where it peeks out of your panties. The sight has him already hardening in his pants. A quiet groan rises from his throat involuntarily, and you smirk, knowing exactly what heâs reacting to.Â
âGod, hermosa, that fucking dress,â Frankie grits. âIâve been half hard all day seeing you in it.â You say nothing, but look over at him, your smirk growing bigger as you recline the seat a bit more and stretch your body just so, making the light blue eyelet lace material ride higher up your thighs, which you spread lasciviously.Â
âOh?â you tease. âWhat are you going to do about it?â You see Frankieâs eyes flash with desire for a moment, but he works hard to keep his cool.
His hand inches up your inner thigh while he drives, teasing swirls with his fingertips across your soft skin. You pant quietly, your breasts heaving gently against the low, curved neckline, and bite back a whimper as more arousal pools in your cotton underwear. âTake off your panties,â Frankie gently commands.
Dragging the material down your hips and legs, you let your thighs part for him, inviting his touch. Frankie keeps his eyes on the road, calmly navigating towards a quiet backroad. His focused demeanor is a lie though; his increasingly rapid breathing is a dead giveaway. When his fingers brush against your drenched folds, he groans and grips the wheel tighter with his driving hand.
âFuck, baby,â Frankie grits out. âYouâre so fucking wet for me already.â His nimble fingers explore you, spreading the slick around, swiping a soft circle around the pearl of your clit. He plays with you, and you start to writhe. A smirk blooms on his face as he clocks your movement. Frankie loves teasing you like this, drawing things out until you buckle under the pressure of your mounting desires. But the throbbing of his cock and your soft mewling sounds are making him desperate.Â
Frankie pulls the car over to a small lot connected to an overlook, its parking spaces empty since the vista point is shrouded in fog. Trees block the view of your parking spot to traffic on the road. He throws the car in park, ripping his seatbelt off, and pulls your face to his for a passionate kiss. Swallowing your moans with his lips, Frankie tangles his tongue with yours while his fingers grip the base of your skull.Â
âYouâre killing me with this slutty little sundress,â he pants, sliding his hand down to cup your naked sex.Â
You let out a strangled cry. âFrankie, I need you.â
Frankie shushes you gently. âGet in the back, nenita. Iâve got you.â You comply, scrambling over the center console and pushing your back up against the door, legs spreading wide and fingers tracing your glistening folds. He feels like heâs going to lose his mind if he doesnât get his mouth on you in the next twenty seconds. He gets out of the front seat, yanking open the driverâs side back door and shutting it behind him after he slides in towards you.
âGonna suck on that sweet little clit of yours âtil you scream,â Frankie growls as he crawls towards your body, pushing your knees further towards your torso so youâre opened up lewdly for him. He slides his middle and ring fingers into his mouth to wet them, slipping them out and immediately burying them to the second knuckle in your soft cunt. A high-pitched whine is ripped from your throat.
âFrankie!â you whine, eyebrows furrowing together as you lock eyes with him. The mocha richness of his eyes has given way to pits of nearly black desire, and he keeps them on you while he presses his tongue flat to your swollen clit. Your eyes roll back and you nearly scream in pleasure.Â
âThatâs it, baby, Iâm gonna make you come so hard,â he murmurs into your drenched folds, and then buries his face into you. You weave your fingers into his fluffy curls, opening your eyes to watch him at work.
Frankieâs eyes slip closed as he rhythmically pumps his thick fingers in and out of your pussy, curving them slightly up to hit that magical spot you can never quite reach the same way as he does. He sucks your hardened clit into his mouth, nestling it between the cleft of his lower lip and an almost imperceptible divot in the center of his tongue. That sweet, talented tongue swirls in precise tiny circles with the perfect pressure, while continuing to suckle exactly how you like it. Joel may go down on you like nobodyâs business, but Frankie has cunnilingus nearly down to a science. At this point, he knows the exact series of moves to bring you to orgasm, and how long it takes really just depends on how long he feels like eating pussy that day. Sometimes, heâll lay with his face between your legs for hours.
And right now? Frankie seems to want to break his own record for how fast he can get you to come.
Within seconds, you feel your orgasm gathering in your muscles. The tight shimmer of pleasure reverberates across your skin, in your bones, through every cell in your body, suspended in time, just waiting for a release. Frankie feels you tightening on his fingers, and you swear you feel him smirk against your slick folds. He keeps going, never faltering his movements, as the feeling inside you builds.
âFrankie,â you whine again, your body starting to shake. It shouldn't be physically possible for him to get you there so fast, and yet you feel that bowstring drawing impossibly tense in your body. âFrankie, Iâm gonna⊠Iâm soâŠ.â you keen, high-pitched, your chest heaving fast. Frankie moans against your folds, pressing just a bit harder with his fingers, crooking them just right, and sucks your clit hard.
Youâre lucky that the area is truly secluded, because the scream tearing out of your throat as you shatter in ecstasy is loud. Your thighs lock around Frankieâs head as he moans deeply into your pussy, drawing out your orgasm expertly. Slick weeps from your cunt, soaking his lips and chin, and he slurps down every drop. He slows and gentles his ministrations on your core until he feels your thighs relax. Pulling back, he gives your folds one last kiss before he moves up your body to hover over your face, admiring the flush lighting up your features. Frankie kisses you gently, and you cup his face with both hands.
âSweetest cunt Iâve ever tasted,â Frankie slurs, pussydrunk on you.
âGod, youâre incredible,â you murmur against his lips, kissing him deeper, the taste of your own essence making you clench involuntarily. You can feel the thick, hard line of him against your thigh. Moaning, you press yourself into him. âLet me ride you, Francisco.âÂ
Frankie lets out a groan as he pulls you up. You rest your knees on the backseat, littering kisses over his face as he unbuttons and shoves his jeans and boxers down. His cock smacks his belly, precum smearing on his skin. Leaning over, you lick it off, his salty taste invading your senses. Frankie groans again when you suck him into your mouth. You gently lick his foreskin and pull it down to reveal his ruddy head, the tip leaking. Slurping and suckling, you sneak a hand between your thighs to rub your clit, the action not going unnoticed by Frankie. It seems to snap him out of his trance.
âI need to be inside you so badly,â he grits out, pulling you onto his lap. The skirt of your sundress flares over the both of you. Reaching down, he brushes his tip against your folds, making you both whine. Swirling it through your combined slick and spit, Frankie presses his head into you slowly. You take over, grabbing his hand to place it over your hip, and grind down on him, letting his length slip further and further into you. Your breath hitches as he spreads your walls, always a stretch no matter how many times youâve taken him.
Frankie drops his head back against the headrest, his hands gripping you tightly. âYouâre always so fucking tight for me, querida,â he pants, his eyes glazing over with lust. His words prompt another wave of slick to leak out of you, aiding your descent down his shaft as you swirl your cunt around him. Both of you moan, and soon enough youâre fully seated on him. You lean down, kissing him passionately, and he responds in kind, slipping his tongue into your mouth to massage against yours. Your hips begin to roll and Frankie breaks the kiss, a deep rumble of satisfaction vibrating through his chest.
âFuck, baby, your pussyâs like hot velvet,â he grits out, grabbing your hips to buck up into you. He trails kisses down your jaw and leaves little love bites as he goes. The car is filled with the slap of flesh, the squelch of your cunt as you fuck yourself on his cock, your shared gasps and panted breaths. Frankie slips the straps of your dress down, pulling down the cups with it, your breasts spilling out of their confines. He ducks his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. You whimper.
âGod, Francisco,â you whine, riding him harder, spurred on by the way he laves his tongue over your pebbled nipple, gently catching and pulling it between his teeth. He switches to your other breast, his other hand anchored to your hip to guide your motions. His cock kisses that spot deep in you that only Frankie and Joel have ever found, and the feeling rips another moan from you.Â
âThatâs it, fucking ride my cock,â Frankie pants. You lean forward, changing the angle a bit until your clit catches on his belly, which triggers your pussy to clench in pleasure.Â
âOh god, you feel so fucking good in me,â you moan, grinding down harder onto him, massaging your walls with his thick shaft and your clit with the friction of his course hairs. âYou fill me up so well.â
âSoftest, wettest pussy Iâve ever fucked, I swear,â Frankie slurs, losing himself in the feeling of you wrapped around his length. âYou feel like silk on me, nenita.â
Your clit swells with the stimulation of every roll of your hips, making your cunt clench around Frankie. He lets out a whine. Your brows furrow in concentration as you seat his length in you as far as it will go, and he nearly chokes when he feels his tip kiss your cervix.
âYouâre so deep in me,â you moan, working yourself on his shaft. âTell me how good this pussy feels.â Youâre desperate to hear him lose it.
âYou feel amazing,â he whines, his dick hardening and swelling even more as he approaches his high. It feels like heâs lighting up every nerve ending inside of you. At this point, Frankieâs lap is dripping with your arousal, slick squelching and slapping sounds as thick in the air as the smell of sex. Both of you are covered in a sheen of sweat. You can tell heâs getting closer, so you start fucking him harder, driving his cock deeply into you, to the point where you feel like youâre beginning to meld together, a writhing, wet, hot mess of pleasure.
âYeah?â you ask rhetorically, riding him harder and harder. âAre you going to come for me, Francisco?â You continue to use his full name, knowing how much it turns him on when you say it. âI want you to fuck me so full of your cum; I wanna be dripping for days. I want you to fill me up so bad.â
âOh fuck, nenita,â Frankie whines as he loses himself in your heat. âIâm gonna fuck you so full. Gonna give you all of my cum. Gonna put it right where it belongs, deep in this cunt.â You roll your hips harder, your tits bouncing with the effort, and Frankie fucking whimpers. Your pussy tightens at the sound. It always turns you on so much when he loses control.
âDo it, Francisco. Fill me up,â you pant, your own orgasm barrelling towards you. Frankieâs thighs begin to quiver under you, and you know heâs almost there, too. You grip the base of his skull with one hand while the other steadies yourself on his shoulder, and then you lean down, nipping his earlobe. He whimpers again, completely fucked out.
âCome for me, now,â you beg in a whisper.
Frankie shouts as his grip on you turns to steel, and at the first hot spurt of his cum inside of you, your orgasm rips through you. Your cunt clenches, prolonging his pleasure, as your release soaks Frankieâs lap and his cum paints your insides. You both cry out at the feeling, foreheads pressed together. Frankie leans in and latches his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss.
As you both come down from your highs, you lean into Frankie, and he rubs his hands along your back soothingly. The softest kisses pepper your face, your sweat cooling down your skin while you both heave breaths, trying to recover. You weave your fingers into Frankieâs damp curls and scratch his scalp.
âCouldnât wait âtil we got to the rental, huh?â you quip.
Frankie huffs a laugh and hums in pleasure at your ministrations on his scalp. âNot when you tempt me with those dresses, baby. You know what flashing me a peek under your skirt does to me.â
âOh, so now itâs my fault?â you tease, nipping his ear.
He jerks away at the ticklish sensation, then gently bites your shoulder in retribution. âSuch a tease, hermosa,â he tuts. You both begin to untangle your sweat-slick limbs, and you slip yourself off of Frankieâs cock, groaning quietly in contentment as you stem the flow of his spend from your pussy with your fingers, shuffling around, seeking your panties. Finding them in the front seat, you slip them on, pressing the fabric into your cunt to keep yourself full of Frankie. Both of you get back into the front seats.
You fix your hair as you settle back in but pause, looking up to see your boyfriend staring at you, an achingly soft expression painting his whole face. Amber eyes, golden flecked irises, striking deep to your soul.
Breath catching in your throat, vulnerability rolling through your nerves. That flutter in your heart once again.
Before you can process anything, Frankie shakes his head slightly, as if emerging from a daze. âWell Iâve certainly worked up an appetite,â he quips, squeezing your knee gently. âLetâs get some of that clam chowder.â You nod, breathing deeply and shoot him a crooked little smile. He intertwines his fingers with yours, and then puts the Jeep into gear.
A couple hours later, you arrive at the rental, Frankie bringing both of your bags in. You close the door behind the two of you, kicking off your shoes, and survey the place. A small kitchenette to the left, cute velour loveseat to the right, and through adorable French doors, the king size bed, dressed in the fluffiest looking bedding. A dresser and full-length gilded mirror complete the decor in the bedroom, everything fitting perfectly into a cottagecore dream aesthetic. The last of the natural lighting filters through the windows.
Frankie drops a quick kiss to your forehead. âI need to scrub off the road,â he says in passing while stripping off his clothes. âWhy donât you relax a bit before we decide what weâre doing for the rest of the night?â
You snort out a laugh. âFrankie, itâs not like weâre on the Oregon Trail in a covered wagon. Weâve been driving in an air-conditioned car, Mr. Drama Queen.â He laughs and tosses his hat at you, disappearing into the en suite bathroom and closing the door behind him.
Settling into the plush bed, you set Frankieâs hat on the dresser and grab your phone to catch up on messages missed during the drive, when suddenly your phone starts buzzing. Joelâs name flashes onto the screen, and you hit the green button to accept the video call.
âHey, baby,â you coo, grinning widely as Joelâs handsome tan face appears on your screen. His umber & silver hair is damp and slicked back, likely fresh out of the shower just like Frankie will be in a few minutes. The headboard of the bed you share with Joel sits behind him. âTo what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?â
Joel chuckles. âWhat, canât a man call his pretty wife just to see her face and tell her that he loves her?â
You giggle. âI suppose thatâs a good enough reason.â His eyes soften, and then flick down the screen.
âI see youâre wearing that sundress I like so much,â Joel muses.Â
You smile, extending the arm holding your phone so he can see more of your body. âOh, this little number?â You shift onto your knees, spreading them wide and running your other hand teasingly slow from your collarbone, down the slope of your breast, across your waist, and then down your thigh, retracing your path slightly to lift the hem of the skirt. âFrankie hadnât seen it before, and he likes it just as much as you do.â Your cheeks flush at the memory of Frankie taking you in the car, and Joel hums lowly when you break eye contact with him.
âDid you and Frankie get up to some fun earlier, baby?â You pause, unsure of where this is going, and then nod your head.
âWords, sweetheart,â Joel reminds you.
âYes, Joel,â you whisper breathlessly.Â
He nods approvingly, a small smirk gracing his plush lips. âI could tell, you got that faraway look in your eyes like you do when youâre thinking about me fucking you.â Joel shifts his seat on the bed, and you recognize the movement as a sign that heâs getting turned on. This is a new development, you think to yourself. Heâs rarely asked about sex with Frankie before.Â
âDid Frankie treat your pussy right? Did he fill you up?â You nod again, your core beginning to pulse as you affirm with your words, and Joel groans.
âLet me see it.â
You choke on your breath. âWhat?â
This was not something Joel had ever asked before.
âYou heard me, darlinâ,â Joel asserts, his eyes darkening. âLet me see that pretty pussy full of Frankieâs cum.â
A full-body shiver ripples through you. âYes, Joel,â you murmur obediently, sliding off the bed to retrieve the phone stand you use often when youâre away from Joel. You set it up on the dresser near the bed, the front-facing camera angled advantageously for him while allowing you to see him as well. Coming back into frame, you slowly unzip your dress, letting it fall to the floor. You slide your damp panties down, the heady scent of Frankieâs cum wafting up from your heated core. Joel leans back and lets out a low groan.Â
You climb back onto the bed once naked, noticing Joelâs espresso brown eyes have deepened to the color of a moonless night, his pupils dilated in desire. Putting your back to the camera, you get onto your hands and knees, canting your hips forward and ass back. You rest your forearms on the bed, looking back at the camera, and snake one hand between your legs to spread your pussy open with your fingers. Joel moans unabashedly at the view, your glazed pussy glinting in the light, Frankieâs milky spend coating it and gathering at your opening. He watches as your cunt clenches at the sound.
âFuuuuuck, darlinâ, that little pussy always looks so fuckinâ good when itâs covered in cum, donât it?â Joel asks rhetorically, running one hand down his chin through his greying scruff. You whimper in response, the movement of your contracting walls pushing a thin stream of Frankieâs cum out from deep in you, dripping onto the bed sheets. This feels so debauched, filthy, and you are incredibly turned on by Joelâs response to the sight of another manâs cum decorating your most intimate parts.Â
âGod, if I was there I would be rubbinâ that cream all over your swollen little clit,â Joel drawls. âCan see her peekinâ out at me. Can you flip over? Wanna see you touch her for me.â You oblige, gathering the pillows to prop yourself up, and lean back against them as you butterfly your thighs open for your husband. Holding his gaze, you slowly trace your outer lips with your fingers, feeling the slide of Frankieâs spend lubricate your movements. You swirl your fingertips through the mess of slick and cum at your entrance, then glide them up to the pearl of your clit, throbbing in anticipation. At the first touch, your breath catches on the edge of a jagged little moan.Â
âSo sensitive already?â Joel teases, and you see him shift in his seat at the same time that the rustle of his pants tells you heâs pulling them down. The thought of him needing to touch himself at the sight of your messy cunt makes a pang of need course through your core.Â
âLet me see it, baby,â you whisper hoarsely towards the phone, desperate to see the physical proof of his desire for you, for the sight of Frankieâs desire for you. The frame jostles a bit as Joel sets his phone up on the phone stand you have in your bedroom for times like these. Itâs not the first time you have had video sex while apart and it certainly wonât be the last.Â
And as Joel walks backwards toward the bed again and into frame, you barely stifle a gasp.
His cock is an absolute marvel, still is after a decade of being together. Thick, long, and uncut, the sight of him always makes your mouth water and your pussy slick. Joel sits on the edge of the bed, stroking his length languidly, the gleaming cockhead a flushed pink, disappearing and reappearing from under his foreskin. His gray, worn sweatpants are pulled just under his ass. Heavy, sizable balls drape over the waistband. Youâll never get tired of the sight.
âSee somethinâ yâlike, angel?ââJoel teases, his Texas twang always thicker when heâs aroused. His thick thighs are spread wide as he sits on the bed.
âYes⊠everything,â you breathe, starting to rub your pussy again.Â
âNuh-uh,â Joel tuts, and your fingers immediately stop. âI didnât tell you that you could touch yourself. Letâs wait until Frankie can join us to have fun.â Your body flushes with more arousal; Joelâs never asked to include Frankie before. But then again, youâd never asked if he wanted to.
As if on cue, the bathroom door squeaks open and Frankie appears, freshly showered, dark curls dripping a bit onto his broad, golden shoulders. A white towel is wrapped around his narrow waist, and he takes a moment to assess what heâs walked into.
âBabygirl, are you getting started without me?â Frankie purrs as he strides towards you, then pauses when he realizes your phone is on the stand and positioned right at your dripping cunt.
âHey, Frankie,â Joelâs voice floats warmly into the room. âI figured youâd want to watch our girl play with herself, so I made her wait.â
Our girl.
You shiver in arousal â and something else â at the moniker. Your eyes flick to Frankie, a smirk beginning to grace his lips but a bit of hesitation in his eyes. This was all new to him, too.
Frankie moves towards the armchair situated in the corner of the room, behind where you had your phone set up. He was already adjusting himself, clearly aroused, which you took as a good sign.
âFrankie, are you okay with this?â you inquire, trying to gauge his consent to what was unfolding. âIf not, I can ââ
âYes,â Frankie grits out hoarsely. âI want to watch you with Joel.â His tone sets off another wave of pleasure through your nerves.
Joel chuckles, his voice smooth and deep as whiskey. âWell, darlinâ, give us a show. Go on ân pet that pretty lilâ pussy for us.â Planting your heels on the bed, you use your fingers to spread yourself open as another trickle of Frankieâs previous release leaks its way out of you. Both men groan at the sight. Scooping it up, you glide your way up to your throbbing clit, starting to circle it just the way you like. A moan leaves your parted lips; you tilt your head back while you work yourself. Your other hand moves to pinch and thumb a nipple, drawing it into a tight bud.
âMmm, good girl,â Joel praises you. His hand starts pumping his cock once again at the same time Frankie palms himself through the fluffy towel. Frankieâs eyes flick from you to the phone, still trying to feel out the dynamics of the three of you. But both men canât keep their eyes away from your soft pussy and swollen clit, glazed in your arousal and Frankieâs cum. Holding both of them in rapture while seeking your own pleasure is a heady power trip that wraps its silken claws into your brain.Â
You feel like a goddess.
âJoel,â you moan, writhing in pleasure on the bed, but not quite where you want to be. âI need more.â
âTell me what you want, darlinâ,â Joel croons through the phone, the soft fapping sound of him working his cock audible.Â
âI want⊠more,â you whine, mind so hazy with pleasure that you canât even articulate your desires. âPlease.â
âHmmm,â Joel responds, slowing down to consider his options. You look up in impatience just as a wicked smirk crosses his face.
That look always means trouble.Â
âYâtold me how good Frankie is at goinâ down on you,â Joel continues, âso why donât you let him show me?â You hear Frankieâs breath choke in his throat in surprise as a whimper escapes your lips at Joelâs words. Frankieâs eyes dart from yours to the phone and back.Â
âFrankie?â you hear Joel say while your eyes remain on your boyfriend. âWould you be okay with that? Would you show me how hard you make our girl come with that tongueâa yours?â You let out a little moan at Joelâs filthy words, and Frankie groans involuntarily at the sight of another dribble of his cum escaping your pussy.
âOh, baby, youâre still drippinâ?â Joel coos at you. âFrankie mustâa stuffed you so fullâa his cum. Do you like eating yourself outta her sweet cunt, Frankie?â
In a flash, Frankie enters the frame as he spreads your legs further apart and wedges his shoulders between them, leaving enough space for Joel to watch the action behind him. âI fucking love it,â Frankie growls in response, immediately running his tongue in a broad stripe from the bottom of your slit to your clit, tasting himself and you as he swallows every drop of cum and slick you released. You throw your head back, keening.
âDamn,â you hear Joel choke out, his hand moving faster on his cock at the sight of Frankie diving headfirst into your cunt. Eager to prove his skills, Frankie works you up rapidly to your orgasm, your moans pitching higher and higher within a minute. He swirls his tongue over your clit, then slides two of his fingers inside to the last knuckle, aided by your copious slick and the remnants of his cum. Your back arches off the bed from the sensation as you cry out his name.
âOh fuck, angel,â Joel grits out, his breath coming faster. âHe eatinâ you good?â
âYessss, Joel,â you whimper, your hand holding Frankieâs head firmly to your center. âIâm gonna fucking cum!â
Frankie moans encouragingly, reverberating across your cunt, and the tether inside your core snaps. You stutter out a groan, punctuated each time your pussy spasms with your release on Frankieâs fingers. The man between your thighs laps it all up, moaning in delight. He pulls back, kissing the inside of each thigh, and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.
âGood fucking girl,â Joel purrs at you as you catch your breath. You hear a slightly pained groan, and look at the screen to see Joel gripping the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm. Hmm, thatâs odd, you think. Joel usually comes when heâs decided heâs done making me come.
The realization hits you a split second before Joelâs deep, commanding voice spits out, âAgain, Morales.â
Ohhhh, fuck.
You whip your head around when you hear Frankie suck in a breath as he stares at the phone, his chest heaving. Looking down, you see his cock achingly hard under his towel, his neck flushed with arousal. Frankie turns to you, his onyx eyes shimmering ferally. You know following orders gets him going, but youâre surprised that Joel clocked that about him instinctively.
In a split second, Frankieâs spread both of your legs again, pinning you open obscenely wide by your thighs. His tongue immediately begins to fuck into your pussy, the strong muscle prodding and curling just right. Your head slams into the soft mattress, a squeal leaving your lips at the sudden pleasure. With every thrust of his tongue, you feel Frankie grinding desperately into the bed, trying to stem the intense arousal building below his waist.
âTalk to me, darlinâ,â Joelâs voice floats in your ear, pulling you out of the cloud of intense pleasure momentarily. âTell me how good Frankie feels.â
âHeâs so good,â you moan, alternating playing with your nipples and curling your fingers in the bedding. âHis tongue feels so good in my pussy.â
âIs he as good as me?â Joel asks, his voice dropping an octave. Thereâs not a hint of jealousy, just charged curiosity.
âYes, baby,â you coo, gasping as Frankie moves his tongue back to your clit and slides his fingers back into you, reaching that spot deep in you that makes your eyes roll back. âSo good. Just⊠different.â
Joel lets out a quiet growl, his voice dripping with sex. âGood. Your pussy deserves the best.â
âFrankie,â Joel commands. Frankie lifts his head from your center, moving his thumb to replace his tongue on your clit, making your back arch again. âHave you made her squirt before?â
âYeah,â Frankie breathes, looking back at you. âSheâs so beautiful when she does it.â
âGood,â Joel rumbles. âMake her squirt for us.â
Frankie nods once, then pulls his fingers out slightly until he hits the spongy spot near the entrance of your pussy. He starts swirling the tips of his fingers against it, pressing his other hand down gently but firmly on your lower belly above your pubic bone, and then lowers his head to suck your clit back into his mouth. You keen, your body folding in on itself from the intense pleasure. Frankie moans into you, but you hear a growl rip from Joelâs throat.
âDonât you dare hide that beautiful body,â Joel demands. âLay back and spread your legs for us.â
You comply, barely able to shift yourself open again before Frankie starts intensifying his ministrations. You hear Joelâs slick fist jerking his cock again while he coos at you and praises you, telling you how good youâre being for him and Frankie, how pretty and strong you are.
âYou can take it, angel,â Joel moans with the squelching of his cock in his hand acting as an obscene background track for your pleasure. âYouâre close, arenât ya?â
âYes, Joel,â you whimper, your cunt making equally debauched sounds with every thrust of Frankieâs fingers. âIâm so close. Feels so fucking good.â
Frankie presses harder on your belly and sucks your clit more fervently, and your cries pitch higher. âOh god, Frankie, youâre gonna make me come,â you whine, toes curling and thighs beginning to shake. A desperate moan from Frankieâs mouth is muffled by your cunt, making you cry out again.
âLet go for us, darlinâ,â Joel grits out, his hand a blur on the screen as he approaches his orgasm as well.Â
Frankie peels himself away from your drenched folds just long enough to command, âCome for us, now,â and then latches back onto your clit, sucking hard, and thatâs the moment you break, nearly screaming. Frankie works you through the first wave of your orgasm with his mouth, then pulls back, slipping his fingers out of you as your release gushes out, spraying your belly, thighs, and Frankieâs torso. With every pump and slide out of your pussy, Frankie brings forth another spray of release, drenching your body and his.Â
Youâre barely aware of Joelâs groans of pleasure in the throes of your own, but when you come back down moments later, you can hear the edge of desperation in his sounds. You look over to the phone to see him with his teeth bared, the head of his cock an angry red, his fist slick with precum and spit. More pearly liquid slowly oozes from the slit at the top.
Joel is barely keeping it together.
âJoel, honey,â you moan, âI wanna see you come.â
Joel growls. âFrancisco,â he grits out. Frankie, whoâs looking at you in amazement and pride, snaps his head to the phone at the sound of his full name. You see his cock twitch under the towel.
âGet our girl messy, Francisco.â
A whimper worms its way out of your throat as Frankie whines. Unashamed and blind with arousal, he whips the towel off his waist and his cock bobs, hard and thick. You hear Joelâs breath hitch. Iâll tuck that reaction away for later, you think.Â
Frankie kneels between the damp sheets under your thighs, spitting into his hand and fisting his cock hard and fast. His muscles flex with the intensity of feeling, breathing rapid. His grunts get louder and longer as he swiftly approaches his peak. You hear a long, low moan from the phone, Joel nearly delirious with how worked up he is over the scene playing out.
âWhere?â Frankie moans, desperately trying to follow orders before he blows his load. Precum drips onto the sheets.
âHer tits,â Joel pants, âand her pussy. Paint her like a fucking picture, Frankie.â
âOh fffuuuuââ Frankie grits out just before he explodes, his release shooting out onto your nipples, the curves of your breasts, and then heâs aiming lower, coating your mound and pussy lips with his seed.
Youâre dripping with yourself and Frankie, an absolutely debauched sight.
Suddenly you hear a shout from the phone, and turn just in time to see Joel shoot his load all over his chest, belly, and even some on his neck with how hard heâs coming. Every spurt paired with a moan; one of the prettiest sights youâve ever seen in your life.Â
For a moment all you hear is the shared heavy breathing of yourself, your boyfriend, and your husband, and then Frankie is kissing your forehead, your lips, and then working his way down your body. When he goes to lick off his cum from your tits to clean you up, you groan in protest.
âToo sensitive, baby,â you plead, and Frankie acquiesces, cooing at you.Â
âYou did so well for us, nenita,â he soothes, stroking your face and planting kisses across your eyelids. âYouâre so beautiful. Let me rinse off and get you cleaned up, okay?â With your mind pleasantly fuzzy from what just transpired, you simply nod, and Frankie goes into the bathroom for supplies. You let your head roll to the side, and smile tiredly at Joel, whoâs watching you with pride and love while he towels off his release from his body and hands.
âI would have licked up all that cum off you to save you from having to add another towel to the laundry,â you giggle, feeling your own juices and Frankieâs cum cooling on your torso. You run your fingers through the slick release Frankie left on your pussy, teasing your clit with the silky fluid. Your body shudders a bit with overstimulation, and Joel shakes his head.
âYou just like makinâ a mess and then cleaninâ it up, you dirty girl,â he chuckles, watching you enjoy the tactile sensations.
âStop pretending that you donât like me like that, Joel,â you fire back with a smirk. âWhat is it you said exactly? Oh, right. âGet our girl messy, Francisco.ââ You imitate Joelâs baritone, making him bark out a laugh.Â
âFine, I do love seeing you drippinâ, darlinâ,â Joel admits. âWhether itâs my cum or Frankieâs.â You bite your lip and giggle, basking in the glow of this new era of your relationship with Joel. You didnât expect heâd be so enthusiastic to see you with Frankie.
The door pops open, Frankie emerging with a warm, damp washcloth for you. Although you reach for it, he tuts and gently pushes your hand away, insisting on wiping you down himself. He gently strokes the cloth across your skin, softly smiling and pressing kisses to your face and body as he does. Joelâs heart warms at the sight before him, seeing how well Frankie takes care of you.
Tossing the cloth back into the bathroom, Frankie gets up from the bed. âIâm going to get some water for us. Do you want cold water to help you cool down, or your usual water cocktail?â Frankie asks, always remembering your quirky penchant for filling your insulated water bottle first with hot water until halfway, and the rest with cold.Â
âWater cocktail, please,â you giggle, snuggling further into the bedding.
Frankie grins, then lightly kisses your forehead, grabbing your water bottle off the bedside table in the process. He walks out, and you sigh contentedly.
âWow, Frankie automatically includes Water Cocktail on his drink menu now, huh?â Joel chuckles.
You nod happily, grinning ear to ear. Laying your head on the pillow, you respond, âYeah, he caught on fast. I think it was after the third week of seeing each other that he started asking if I wanted it instead of bringing me a glass of cold water. I didnât even tell him explicitly, he just noticed me doing it.â You pause, brain pleasantly fuzzy in your post-orgasmic state.Â
âI⊠I really like him, Joel,â you whisper, slowly fading as sleep creeps to you. You blink your eyes gently at Joel, who looks at you with the softest smile on his face, like you are the linchpin of his universe.Â
âI know, darlinâ,â Joel murmurs, his heart flipping in response. âI know.â
When Frankie re-enters the room with a glass of water and your water bottle, he notices how quiet it is. You lay burrowed under the covers, gently snoring, but he notices your phone is the only one on the video call anymore. His nerves zap a bit in concern, but then he replays the recent events back in his head. Joel seemed totally tolerant - nay, enthusiastic, to include Frankie into sex earlier. He doubts Joel left because he was upset; you probably fell asleep and he needed to go. Nonetheless, Frankie pics up your phone and exits the call, tapping around until he finds your message app.
Hey, that was really fun, he types out to Joel, a tiny flutter of nerves alight in his stomach. Excited to meet you tomorrow. Have a good rest of your night. â FrankieÂ
Staring at the words for a moment, he hits send before he can back out or second guess himself. Frankie then climbs into bed, wrapping himself around you before sleep claims him wholly.
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5k0 | Joel Miller x fem reader ; Frankie Morales x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist
Summary: youâre in an established relationship with Frankie and both of you want to spice things up. You meet a man via a dating app, Joel
Warnings: 18+ mdni. cuckolding, cucking chair, fingering, public fingering, masturbation (m), dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, oral (m/f), ball sucking, piv, rimming, anal play, creampie No age specified
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The meeting was set for 6pm at a bar in Austin.
Frankie and you had been a couple for several years, and you wanted to spice things up. The idea of watching you âbeing fucked by another man was turning him on since he playfully brought up the idea while you were fucking, his cock brushing your g spot.Â
Taunting you that you would probably like to take a cock other than his and how beautiful you would look, spread by another shaft. How proud of you he would be if he could watch you, knowing that even in that moment, you would still be his, maybe more than ever. The way you had come instantly on his cock had made him spill his cum deep inside you in the second that followed.Â
Since then, he whispered it to you regularly, in the hollow of your ear, or with his eyes fixed on yours. Just to feel you clench on his shaft. He also said it while caressing your tear-soaked cheek, his fat cock reaching the back of your throat.Â
Until he really suggested to share you with another man. You carefully looked at him, to detect the slightest trace of a joke that did not exist. He suggested it timidly, but the idea of fucking another man in front of him, the fact that he wanted to watch it, was really turning you on. You loved that your man, who could sometimes be reserved, was so sure of himself, of your relationship. He wasnât afraid to lose you, he knew what he meant to you and that no one could take you away from him.
So you discussed it thoroughly, until finally signing up on a dating app.
You were now waiting at the bar for the man you matched with (âcuckolding, man in his 40s, dirty talk appreciated, dom vibesâ).
âGood evening,â you heard while you were kissing, sitting at the table. You looked up, and there he was. Joel Miller.
You had been breathless when you looked at his pictures on the app, just as you were now, meeting him. His gaze was deep. His brown eyes, his face were beautiful. His beard was slightly covered with gray hair. His green flannel shirt accentuated his broad shoulders. His voice was warm, drawling. Hot.
Joel shaked Frankie's hand, then he nodded and smiled at you. A smile you returned shyly. Frankie invited him to sit at your table, and the conversation flowed immediately. Joel was no stranger to that type of gathering, while it was your first time. He was single, worked in construction, and he lived in Austin too.
The purpose of the meeting in that bar was to see if there was a connection between you. If you were attracted to him, if Frankie trusted him, and if Joel wanted to go further. You sometimes looked at his neck, his forearms, his prominent veins, his hands. His thick fingers. His attitude exuded quiet strength, and self-confidence.
You had agreed online that he could touch you at the bar, if the attraction between you was there. After the three of you drank your first shot, he brushed your back with his large hand, before resting it on your lower back. His caress was light but firm, and you felt shivers run down your spine.Â
His eyes landed on Frankie, to check if he was still okay with it. He nodded. Seeing you being seduced by that man was already turning him on and he was getting hard.
Joel placed his hand on your bare knee, your skirt hiked up your thighs, just after Frankie said something funny that made you laugh.
âI love that little laugh, itâs really cute. Itâs one of the things that is gonna get you fucked tonight. That and these hips that are just begging to be grabbed, sweetheart.â
You held your breath when you heard him. Your panties were soaked even though he had barely touched you.
His hand slipped between your thighs, and glided to your panties which he delicately pushed aside. His middle finger ran over your wet folds and you couldnât stop a moan from escaping your lips.
âQuiet. Donât want a sound here, keep your moans for the bedroom,â he said firmly as his middle finger found its way between your walls. Your pussy clenched on his finger as you squirmed on your stool, and he smirked.
âCurling your toes already? Oh, sweetheart⊠youâre never gonna forget this night.â
He brushed your folds one last time and removed his finger, leaving you panting. You looked at Frankie, surprised by the effect the man already had on you. Frankie was just as astonished as you, but you could see how much he enjoyed it. His eyes were sparkling and he adjusted himself.
Joel didnât touch you anymore for the rest of the time you spent at the bar. Frankie and him talked like old friends, and all you could hear was your pussy squealing with excitement.Â
When Joel was looking at you, you felt yourself losing your composure. If he saw it, he didn't show it, until a little smirk proved to you that he just didn't want to make you uncomfortable, which you appreciated.
You couldnât wait for the three of you to leave, but you didnât want to seem too greedy - as if you hadnât already spread your legs and moaned for him.
An hour later, you finally left the bar. Frankie and you in your car, Joel following in his. You had decided that it would happen in your house. You didn't want to be in a cold, unfamiliar place.
As soon as you entered, Joel wasted no time.
âLetâs check on the rules. Frankie, if you tell me to stop, Iâll stop, no questions asked.â Then he turned to you âwhatâs your safe word, sweetheart?â
âIâll use âredâ if I want you to stop. âOrangeâ, if I want you to slow down.â
âOkay. If you use either of those words, depending on the color Iâll stop, or slow down, no questions asked. I want you to know that you have to use them if you donât feel comfortable. Are we clear?â
âYes, all clear.â His expression was serious and solemn, and it reassured you, even though Frankie was going to be there the whole time.
âIf you don't use them, I'll consider that you're ok with what I'm doing. Do you agree?â
You nodded.Â
âI need to hear it out loud.â
âYes, I agree.â
He turned to Frankie.
âYeah, ok with that.â
Joel looked at you again, and added âand if your mouth's full, tap on my thigh twice.â
You felt heat on your cheeks hearing the implication of his words, and said âOk, I'll tap on your thigh twice. What⊠What do I call you?â
âWell, my nameâs Joel, and Iâm fine with that,â he answered with a cute smile.
You took a deep breath and then added âOk, follow me to the bedroom then, Joel.â
An armchair was set up near the bed, and Frankie sat down in it, as planned. You had also agreed that he would barely intervene, so as not to influence what would happen.
Joel rolled up his shirt sleeves. His charm and aura were devastating.
You felt intimidated, being in your room with the two men. With your boyfriend, sitting in that chair, facing the man who was going to fuck you soon.
âAre you ready, sweetheart?â Joel asked in a calm voice.
âYeahâŠyes, Iâm ready.â
He moved closer to you and grabbed your waist. His mustache ran along the warm skin of your ear, your cheek, your neck. Then he placed his lips on yours, kissing you lightly. Testing the way you would respond. Your lips pressed against his, and he held you closer to him, one arm around your waist. His tongue caressed your lips softly, gently and you parted them, freeing your tongue to meet his and creating a sensual dance. His lips were warm and your mind was lost for a few moments, as you kissed a man other than Frankie for the first time in several years. His hands roamed your body, one brushing your back covered with your top, the other squeezing your waist against him, against his cock that you felt hardening. You moaned, feeling the moisture flow between your walls, your lips still against his, your tongue in his mouth, until you pulled away slightly to catch your breath, your bodies remaining pressed against each other.
âShow me how wet you are, feeling my cock against you.â
Your eyes widened slightly, before you caught yourself. Thatâs what you were here for. To have sex with someone else, a stranger, who would probably act differently than Frankie. You wanted someone confident. And thatâs exactly the type of man you were facing. He wasn't aggressive, he knew how to make you feel confident. He was perfect so far.
You pulled away from him a little more, just to slide your hand under the hem of your skirt and panties. You slid your fingers along your folds and then pushed two of them into your pussy, to coat them with your wetness. You pulled your trembling hand out, holding it up near your face. Your digits were shiny. Joel gripped your wrist softly and brought it close to his mouth, and took your fingers between his lips. He licked your wetness, his eyes fixed on you. It was so hot and sensual that another flow soaked your panties.Â
He released your wrist, once your skin no longer bore the trace of your arousal, and he unbuttoned his shirt before placing it on the dresser in your room. He then removed his t-shirt, taking his time. Aware of your gaze fixed on him, and of each new inch of skin he was offering you.
âYou're dripping since the time I fingered you at the bar in front of your man, aren't you?â
âYes. Yes, I am.â
âNow⊠You wanna be a good girl for me?â
âYes, Joel.â
âOn your knees, then.â
You didn't wait any longer, you couldn't wait to see his cock, to take him in your mouth, to taste him. You kneeled in front of him, then looked at Frankie. Joel lifted your chin while he unzipped, wanting your eyes on him only.
âI wanna see how pretty you look with your lips around my cock, babyâ, he said, brushing your chin with his thumb. He released it to grab his cock resting in his jeans.Â
You knew he was big, thanks to the pictures he sent you at your request. But you didnât expect him to be that big. So thick and long. You had never seen a cock as big as Frankieâs. Joelâs seemed slightly shorter, but a little thicker. Your thoughts drifted, wondering how it would feel if they both fucked you at the same time. Joelâs voice interrupted your train of thought.
âFocus on me, and open up. Wide, or it ain't gonna fit, baby.â
You opened your mouth, parting your lips. He wanted to be in charge and you willingly let him lead. He pressed his tip to your lips then said âtongue.â
You darted it out, and he rested his cock on it. His thickness felt heavy. Then he placed his hand on the back of your head, keeping his shaft in the other one, before sliding it between your lips. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Frankie grab his bulge, then unzip his jeans, and finally pull his cock out.
âEyes on me when I fuck your mouth, baby. Your manâs gonna jerk off soon, and youâll hear his wrist fuck his shaft. You can listen to it, but your eyes stay on me, clear?â
You nodded as he thrust deeper between your lips, and you moaned.
âI know baby, I know. You're gonna be a good girl, and youâre gonna let me fuck that hole. And then, Iâll fuck the next one.â
You heard Frankie mumble âfuck,â and Joel thrust his length into your mouth. He used your mouth like he promised you, like a fuck hole. He wasn't aggressive, just in charge, self-confident. He knew how to deal with you, and it was turning you on.
âFeels good, doesnât it? Sucking this big cock? I can see that your man has a thick dick too. You like sucking his dick as much as you enjoy sucking mine, sweetheart?â
He didnât give you a chance to answer. He didnât want, or didnât need to. Instead, he squeezed your throat in his large palm, feeling his shaft slide into it.
âYou take it so good, baby. I canât wait to see how your pussy takes me.â
He held your head with both hands as his cock was buried deep in your throat, and told you âdonât move. Stay like that. Just take it.â
You tried to pull back but he held you down, saying in a calm voice âbreathe through your nose, sweetheart. You can do it.â He loosened his grip slightly, long enough to feel your throat adjust to his cock, then added, âyeah, just like that. Youâre doing great.â
He released you, letting you take control for a few seconds. The accumulated saliva flowed down to your chin.Â
Then he fucked your mouth, alternating rhythms. Taking advantage of the warmth of your mouth for a long time, all the way to your throat, then fucking your mouth quickly. Sometimes making his length weigh on your tongue. Your jaw was sore, but you didn't want it to stop, intoxicated by the taste of his precum, by the width of his cock. Never ceasing to imagine how he was going to fuck you.
Sometimes, when you werenât completely focused on Joel, you could hear Frankie jerking off, and mumbling âfuckâ or âyouâre so hot, babyâ a few times.Â
Your pussy was clenching regularly, eager to be filled. But Joel was taking his time.
âLick my balls now. Letâs see if youâre as good at that as youâre at sucking my cock.â
He was so good at praising you that you felt like you would agree to anything he would ask you.
He held his shaft in his hand, and brushed his balls soaked with your saliva with the other. They were weighty, thick and fell heavily when he released them. Looking up at him, you licked one ball then the other, before taking each one of them in your mouth. Sucking, licking their thin, delicate skin. Releasing them with a âpopâ. He growled, enjoying your tongue and lips on his balls full of cum.
âOk, thatâs it, sweetheart. Take off your clothes, now. Lemme see how pretty you are.âÂ
He removed his jeans and boxers, while you took off your blouse and skirt, standing shyly in front of him. âYouâre beautiful, baby. Frankie's a lucky guy.âÂ
He approached you, unhooking your bra, his chest pressed against yours, his nose brushing your hair and breathing in their scent. Then he knelt down, sliding your panties down your legs. His eyes fell on your pussy as he removed that last piece of clothing from your feet. âOh damn, theyâre soaked⊠poor baby. You need it bad, huh?â Once again, he didnât wait for your answer and asked Frankie: âwanna jerk in it? Bet itâd turn you on even moreâ, he added before throwing them at your boyfriend.
Frankie smelled your panties and wrapped them around his shaft. You knew how much he loved your taste, sliding his tongue into your pussy and eating it longly, but his gesture made you moan.
Joel told you to lie down on the bed, and said to Frankie as if you werenât even there, âsheâs a fucking natural. I love when they're a little shy. Knowing that theyâll lose control at some point. Being half ashamed, half cock dumb.â
You heard Frankie take a deep breath hearing him, echoing your own. Joel was a menace, in the best way. He was a combination of confidence, charm, and undeniable charisma. He had a natural dominance and he knew it, was playing with it. You realized that you were still lost in your thoughts, despite lying in front of him, offered. You met his amused gaze, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.
âI wonder when you'll lose control, baby. âcause you can be sure of it. Sooner or later, youâll lose it.â
He knelt between your legs, grabbing his cock with one hand and spreading your folds with the other.
âDamn, look at that⊠Could you be any wetter?â He brushed your clit with his thumb for a few seconds. He seemed to be thinking about something, as you felt your pleasure rise again.
âI should eat ya. To make it easier for you. But Iâd really love to feel you squeeze my cock right now. Youâre okay with that?â
You looked at him and swallowed before nodding. Yeah, you wanted to feel him spread your walls.
âWait,â you said as he nestled in your entrance. âI don't wanna use the safe word, just⊠show me. Show me your cock one last time, before you thrust in me.â
He took it in his hand. He was proud of his cock, you could feel it, and he was right. You looked at his red, oozing tip. Covered in precum and your saliva. Its thickness made your heart rate increase and salivate at the same time.
âOk⊠fuck me, Joel.â
Still kneeling, he smiled and grabbed your hip with one hand, and lightly pushed his tip in your pussy. Then he paused and looked at your body. Your hard nipples, your heaving stomach, waiting for more. Your chest, rising quickly. Your fists clenching the sheets.
You looked at Frankie, who was leaning forward on the chair. He had let go of his cock, hard as steel. You saw his tip glistening with precum. Your panties balled up in his clenched fist.
Then you looked at Joel again. From his curls, to his broad chest, his lower abdomen. You couldnât see any lower anymore. He pushed in, feeling your walls painfully spread for him.
âFuck⊠fuck! you're bigâŠâ
âI know, sweetheart. But you can take it,â he added, continuing to push gently. âFuck baby, thatâs it. Let me in your small, tight cunt.â
You had never felt so open before, the sensation was suffocating. A mixture of pleasure flirting with a little pain.
âI know baby, I know. You're gonna feel so good, soon. Just a little bit moreâŠfuck!â
He was breathing harder too, as if he was holding himself back from coming, already. He spat on your clit, before letting go of one of your hips to brush your most sensitive place, trying to make this easier for you. Your moans were the only sound in the room, as Joel continued to thrust slowly, and Frankie was now sitting on the edge of his chair, leaning forward. Finally, Joelâs balls rubbed against your skin, and he stopped, buried all the way into your core.
âYouâre fucking gorgeous like that, all spread out for me.â He was still breathing heavily, trying to control his cum that only wanted to spur against your walls.
You looked at him, panting too. You couldn't take your eyes off him, while he was still kneeling between your thighs, totally offered to him. He was magnificent and his gaze couldn't detach itself from you either.
He held your legs wide open, his hands placed on your hips, as he slowly pulled back from your channel, keeping only the tip inside you, before pushing back in. His breathing wasnât calming down.
âFuck⊠youâre so fuckinâ tight. I gotta⊠gotta eat ya. Donât wanna shoot my load yet.â
He pulled out totally and lay down, leaving you empty, a plaintive moan escaping your lips. His arms wrapped around each of your thighs, gripping them with his hands before diving shoulders forward. He didnât pause, didnât seek to kiss your lower stomach. His tongue snaked out, tracing a line up and down, just above your ass to your clit and you let out a whimper.
âIâd wanted you to come, crying my name, since I fingered you at the bar.â
âFuck,â you murmured.Â
He started licking you again, never taking his eyes off you. His piercing gaze fixed on you just above your sweaty, throbbing stomach. His tongue delved between your folds, deeply, seeking to drink all your flowing desire. He licked, sucked, patiently, your wetness that flowed continuously. You looked at Frankie quickly. He had moved back to the back of the seat, hands placed on the armrests, gripping them tightly. You assumed he didn't want to come right away either. He nodded when your eyes met, a silent way of telling you to enjoy the moment. Repeating, without any words needed, that he was ok with all of it. Yet he couldn't help but intervene, and a part of you was afraid he wanted to stop all of it, but he quickly reassured you.
âFuck, baby⊠you know how much I love to eat you. And watching you, while another man is eating your beautiful little pussy... it turns me on so much, you have no idea.â
You moaned when you heard him. You loved him so much.Â
He started to jerk off again.
âYou gonna come in his mouth, baby? You gonna come in another manâs mouth?â
He jerked off harder, and you nodded slowly.
At the same time Joel's tongue left your core to lick your folds, flat, slowly, repeating the motion several times, brushing your clit. The touch was driving you crazy, and you tried to lift your hips to feel him more where you desperately needed it, but he held you firmly against the bed.
âNot yet, sweetheart,â he smirked. So you stopped lifting your hips as long as you were able to, until your movement resumed unconsciously. And finally, his tongue focused on your clit, swirling over it. It was tense, out of its skin, just waiting to explode under his tongue.
âI need to stretch you more.. Cuntâs too tight, donât wanna come too soon.â
He pushed one, then two fingers into your pussy, your walls squeezing them instantly.
âMmmm⊠you like that, uh? Want you to come for me. I need to stick my dick in your cunt again.â
"Come, baby," Frankie said in a low voice. âFill his mouth. Give it to him.â
Their praise was the last thing you needed to come, chanting âJoel, JoelâŠâ your back arching violently as your clit pulsed under Joelâs tongue and your pussy on his fingers.
You heard Frankie moan louder, then saying âoh⊠oh. Fuck, fuck, baby!â just before coming, white pearls coating his thighs and fist.
Joelâs tongue stayed pressed against your clit until your shaking stopped, and you released your grip on his head.
âDamn, sweetheart⊠I love the way you moan for me. Your man loves it too,â Joel added as he straightened up, wiping your wetness from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.
âThat was so fuckinâ hot, baby,â Frankie said, making you smile, while your eyes were still closed and your breathing was slowing down.
Joel crawled up and lay between your thighs, his knees spreading them apart. He nestled his tip at your entrance and pushed himself in slowly, all the way in, in one thrust. More easily this time. His tongue sought yours as one of his large hands cupped your cheek. âTakinâ me so good,â he breathed between your lips before kissing you again.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and the feeling felt so familiar and yet so new. You loved feeling another cock inside you, you loved kissing someone else. You loved having your man watching you. And oddly enough, even though you wanted Joel to fuck you for as long as possible, you couldn't wait to feel Frankie's cock again.
Joel rubbed his lower stomach against you, exactly where you needed it. You wanted to come again, as he wanted it too. Brushing your clit with each thrust, his lips left your mouth to kiss your neck and then nibble on your earlobe.
âJoelâŠâ you whined, accompanying his movement by pressing you more against him.
âYeah. You're gonna come again for me, sweetheart? Gonna come on my cock?â
âYeah, I⊠fuck, it's coming. Don't stop. Don't stop pleaseâŠâ
âI won't, want you to squeeze my shaft. Itâs so hot to feel you rub against me to get off.â
âI⊠Joel⊠I'm gonna⊠I'm gonna come.â
His lower stomach brushed against you again and the orgasm took hold of you, your nails digging into his shoulders as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your body was shaking even harder than the first time, and you clung desperately to him.
âFuck, Frankie.... Sheâs coming so fucking hard around my cock.â
âDamn, babyâŠâ
Your shivering didn't stop, and your pussy was contracting continuously.
âIt's ok sweetheart, I got you. Keep cominâ for me.â
Your head leaned back on your pillow, as your fluttering stomach and limbs were still trembling slightly.
âShit⊠You're fucking beautiful baby. Can't control anything, right? I got ya⊠I got ya.â
He held you tight against him, still thrusting, brushing against you with the same slow rhythm until he felt your muscles relax beneath him. He placed a hand on your cheek, his piercing gaze trying to catch yours. Until the ceiling stopped swaying, the room stopped spinning, and your eyes finally met his. You felt the heat reach your cheeks, realizing that the orgasm you just felt was one of the strongest you had ever experienced.
âThat's it, Iâm so proud of you. You're doing so good, sweetheart.â
He kissed your forehead, softly, tenderly, then he added âNow⊠I wanna hear how wet that pussy is. All fours, baby.â
You settled onto your knees and hands, still a little shaky, and as his hands settled on your hips, you didn't expect to feel his tongue run along your ass and linger on your ring, making you moan and stick your ass out.
He knelt and grabbed your hips, then said âfuck, you like it? I wonât fuck your ass tonight, I need you to dry my balls or Iâm gonna explode. But another time, maybe.â
He didnât wait for your answer and thrusted in one go, gripping your hips, leaving you breathless.
âTold ya your hips were just begging to be grabbed,â he said, before pulling back suddenly, leaving just his tip in your pussy and thrusting again roughly.
You bit your lip as you heard him, your body rocking back and forth as it could only follow the movement of his hips as they slapped against your ass. You could vaguely hear Frankie jerking off.
âTell your man whoâs fucking you. Whose cockâs in your cunt?â
âI⊠you⊠fuck⊠canâtâŠâ
âMmm sorry, what was that? I can barely hear you over all your moans, sweetheartâŠâ he said, teasing you, but slowing down his pace so you could answer.
âYours, Joel, fuck⊠Your cock is in my cunt. You're the one fucking me.â
âYouâre doing so good. Keep taking it, just like that.â You didn't really have a choice, except to use your safe word and that was out of the question even if you were practically breathless. He was fucking you too good, filling you up perfectly.
His hands still tight on your hips, he was thrusting deep and hard, making you bend your elbows and bite the pillow. His thumb brushed your ring then he pushed in lightly.
âGonna come⊠Gonna fill you up. Deep in your cunt.â
He thrust in, two, three more times, then his fingers squeezed the flesh of your hips as he pushed in as far as he could, his balls against your ass and you felt his cock twitch, just before his cum spurt out, covering your walls. His grunts made you smile, it was the only energy you still had.
He pulled out laying down next to you, and Frankie immediately took his turn between your thighs, spreading them wide, your bodies right next to Joel who was watching you, lying on his side.
Frankie buried himself in your dripping, sore cunt, hands on your waist, already thrusting all his length in, licking, sucking one of your nipples. He couldn't even talk, overwhelmed by the night, by your vision that couldn't leave his mind. He knew he would love to share you, but didn't know it would move him, turn him on, that much. He wanted to fill you now, not in a possessive way, but he needed to feel you around him, needed to feel your cunt filled by another man's seed. If he hadn't been in such a need to fuck you, he would have licked your sore pussy, cleaning it of someone else's cum. He told himself that maybe there would be a next time, and maybe another opportunity to do it. The thought made him even harder.
Your arms around him, you were kissing his cheek, his neck, his lips, holding him tight between your thighs. Proving him you were his, always, and it was making his head spin.
He asked Joel to kiss you, and he loved to hear you moan as you two were making out just below him. He knew he wouldn't last, he didn't want to. He knew you were spent, too. So he just thrust in, thinking about you blowing Joel.Â
About Joel's head between your thighs. Frankie's favorite place in the world. About Joel's dick pushing your walls, slipping in your tight cunt.
He was surrounded by his love for you, by how good you felt around his cock. He shot spurs of cum quickly, adding it to Joelâs, and the thought made him moan one last time.Â
He sighed contentedly when your pussy stopped milking his cock. He seemed as exhausted as you and Joel were, and you fell asleep without even realizing it.
When you woke up the next morning, Joel had left a note on the nightstand. âAny time.â
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Joel Miller x f!reader | Frankie Morales x f!reader
Summary: you have a hot boyfriend and a hot ex whoâs still obsessed with you. Why not get the best of both worlds?
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, darkish!reader, toxic!reader, boyfriend!Joel, ex who desperately wants you back!Frankie, soft!Frankie, infidelity (readerâs), praise kink, size kink, unprotected piv, creampie, handjob, m!oral, pussy eating, cum eating, f!masturbation, stalking (reader loves it), voyeurism, exhibitionism, swearing, dirty talk, pet names princesa-princess, mi amor- my love. Reader wears a dress. Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.
A/n: I have no excuse for this one. I donât know why I look at our baby Frankie and want to do all this. Iâm not sorry though, itâs hot to me and also fictionalđ the titleâs inspired by the song âIâm goinâ downâ by Mary J. Blige and Frankieâs special talentđ Happy Frankie Friday, my loves!đ
Written for @burntheedges âs roll-a-trope challenge - my trope was Exes. Thank you for the fun event, Kateâ€ïž Kisses to wonderful @milla-frenchy for beta-ing this filthđ dividers by @saradika-graphics
MASTERLIST || more Frankie - The Hoodie
You are looking out of the window at the night street, illuminated by a few golden lights, when you feel Joelâs heavy hands on your hips and then his lips plant a kiss on your neck from behind.
âLetâs go to bed,â he mumbles, his gruff voice coated with lust.
âNo, fuck me right here.â
He smiles against your neck.
âReally? Want the neighbors to see us, dirty girl?â
âYeah. Neighbors,â you smirk, not tearing your eyes from the car parked outside your apartment building. Your exâs Pickup.
Joel pierces you with his big stiff cock and before you start moaning like a whore, you open the window a little so you two can not only be visible, but also perfectly heard from the street. Cool autumn air hits your heated face and your nipples get hard under your thin dress.
"Oh yeah, Joel! Harder!" you cry out, reveling in the way he's dragging his huge manhood in and out your channel. You're taking it like a good girl-always wet and tight for your boyfriend's cock.
Your fingers swiftly pull down your neckline, exposing your bouncing tits to whoever might look through your window. And you're sure that someone is looking.
Not knowing about your sick game, Joel is grunting loudly, thrusting deep and hard into you, your back flush with his broad chest. Heâs rubbing his stubble against your neck, then your cheek until you turn your face to him and your lips lock in a sloppy and passionate kiss, while heâs holding you close, drawing pleasure from your tight pussy.
Joelâs hand snakes under your dress and having found your naked cunt, begins swirling your clit between two thick fingers. You part from his mouth, whimpering loudly.
âYeah, baby! Let âem hear what a slut you are for me. Getting fucked in front of the whole neighborhood.â
His words push you over the edge and you come on his cock, crying out from pleasure. You donât fake it. There is no need. He is that good.
Joel follows you soon and shoots his thick warm cum into your pulsating core. When he stills and pulls out, you hastily fix your dress and grab your dogâs leash.
âIâll walk Tom.â You kiss Joel with tongue and leave the apartment, leaking your boyfriendâs load with every move.
When you step out into the night, you walk along the street a few meters and tie your dog to a street pole. On your legs, trembling from the hard orgasm, you saunter to your exâs truck.
The passenger door is already open for you when you reach it and you get in, feeling cold air lap at your pussy, coated in Joelâs cum.
A pair of beautiful kicked puppy eyes greet you there and you turn slightly in your seat to see your ex better in the dark car.
Frankieâs wearing a denim shirt, dark blue jeans and his favorite baseball cap that you always hated for hiding his gorgeous curls. He looks the same as the day you left him. Maybe the bags under his eyes are darker but it could be the poor lighting at fault.
âWhat are you doing here, Frankie?â Your voice is soft and calm, with a pinch of sadness thrown in for his sake.
The man nervously fixes his cap and glances at you from the side, like a guilty dog. He clears his throat and lies,
â âm checking on you.â
His velvety voice caresses your ear, itâs soft like everything about his character. He starts chewing on his lip while his eyes are staring into the darkness ahead of him.
âNo, youâre stalking me, baby. I see your Pickup everywhere I go. Near my work last week. I spotted you at the bar today. And now youâre here⊠spying on me through the window.â
He proves that he watched your little show when he spreads his thighs wider and bucks his hips, unwillingly attracting your attention to his big bulge. You both are quiet for a few moments.
âI miss you,â he finally admits, turning to you. His eyes are sad and sappy and you should feel sorry, bad or at least sympathetic but the overwhelming feeling in your heart is a triumph. Heâs not over you. Youâre the best heâs ever had and he desperately wants you back.
Youâve been feeling elated lately when you noticed Frankie stalking you. Itâs been fun playing with him and you donât plan on stopping. You pull your brows together and coo,
âI understand, baby, but you canât keep coming here. Joelâs a jealous type. I donât want any problems.â
While youâre talking, Frankieâs nodding along, eyes downcast. You place your hand on his shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze. His own big paw flies to yours and after bringing it to his mouth, he presses his lips to your palm. Your heart flutters at his need for you and your pussy tingles when you remember the way his plush lips were leaving kisses all over your body weeks ago.
âBaby,â you breathe out and he looks at you, not letting go of your hand. You see tears in his eyes, not enough to spill but enough to fuel up your ego. His eyes are so pretty like that, wet lashes and glossy chocolatey irises.
âAww, Frankie,â you coo and open your arms to him. He rushes to you as if youâre his lifeline, wrapping his big strong arms around your torso and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
Youâre hugging him back, trying not to suffocate in his steel embrace and rubbing his muscular broad back. Frankieâs as big as Joel, both are much bigger than you, and warmth spreads deep in your core when his scent envelops you just like his body.
You smile when you notice him still wearing your favorite cologne.
Soon your body craves something more than just a hug so your lips part and a soft whimper escapes your mouth. You know well that your pretty noises always make him wild.
Your ex reacts immediately and you feel an open mouth kiss on your neck.
âFrankie.â Your tone is scolding yet fake and you sigh deeply, brushing his chest with your barely covered breasts. Your ex grumbles at the sensation and then whispers, his voice already strained with lust.
âI miss you so much.â
You hug him tighter and feel his hot breath on your cleavage when he leans lower to plant another kiss on your collarbone. His cap slides off his head and falls on the floor but he doesnât care. Looking down at his beautiful dark curls you run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails and Frankie almost roars against your chest. His arms pull you closer to him, even though your torso is already flush with his. He slightly lifts you off the seat and you tug at his hair in warning, steel in your tone.
âPut me down, Frankie.â
He listens to you like he always does but your roughness earns another loud groan from him. You smile, imagining how hard his cock must be now.
Frankie leaves soft kisses on your clothed chest, your belly and soon his head is resting on your lap, while his arms are wrapped around your hips as if heâs scared youâll float away.
Youâre stroking his head, marveling at the silky waves of his hair, shining even in the dim light, and slightly tilt your hips up when his prominent nose pokes your mound through the thin fabric of your dress. As if thinking about the same thing, Frankie breathes in full lungs of your arousal and a guttural moan vibrates against your covered pussy.
âI miss her, mi amor,â you barely hear him mumble and you sigh. Recently satiated by Joelsâs pounding, your core gets reignited with sticky desire and you bite your lip, your dark gaze sliding over his sexy shoulders and his head, with his face hidden. You part your legs just slightly, letting him closer to your needy pussy.
Like a dog sniffing out his favorite treat, Frankieâs nuzzling your lap, and his lips and nose are brushing against your thighs, your lower belly, your cunt through the fabric.
You gasp when his fingers dig into your soft hips a bit too hard and he hastily relaxes his grip and looks up at you.
âSorry, princesa.â His blown out eyes are filled with guilt and want and you give him a smile, cupping his scruffy cheek.
âItâs ok, baby, just be careful with me, âk? No marks.â
âYes, yes, of course, mi amor,â he murmurs, returning his head back onto your lap.
After a couple of minutes in his arms, the fire in your core morphs into an ache and you squirm under him with impatience.
âI should go, Frankie. Joelâs gonna worry.â
âNo, please,â he almost whines, hugging you tighter. âIâ,â he stumbles.
âYes, baby?â
âCan I â? Can I see her?â
Heâs staring up at you and you tilt your head to the side, faking confusion.
âWho?â
He knows that you understand but you need him to say it. So he plays by your rules. Like he always does.
âCan I see your beautiful pussy?â He sits up, facing you, his huge body squeezed in between the wheel and his seat. His bulge looks even more prominent now and you gush at the thought that he must be leaking into his boxers.
âOh, Frankie, baby, you know I have a boyfriend. I canât.â
His pleading eyes are fixed on you as he begs,
âPlease, mi amor, just a look. I miss her so much. I miss you. Please.â
With another fake sigh you glance out of the window to check the surroundings, and after finding the street empty, you turn back to him.
âOk, just for a second. Get in the back.â
âThank you, mi amor,â he mumbles, hurrying out of the truck.
You squeeze between the front seats and sit down, turning to Frankie as he joins you at the back of the car. Your ex impatiently grabs the hem of your dress but you stop him.
âNo one should know about this, understand?â
Frankie nods eagerly, mumbling yesâs like a junkie before getting a hit of his drug and you let him lift your dress and expose your naked pussy.
Your hands clutch the dress against your waist, and your legs are pressed together but itâs evident how wet youâre - your folds shine with Joelâs cum and your slick arousal.
Frankieâs breath hitches and his broad chest expands, straining his shirt.
âBeautiful,â he praises as his hand flies to the apex of your thighs.
âNah-ahâ, you grab his big paw midair and place it on top of your thigh.
âNo touching. You wanted to look, right?â
âYeah,â Frankie halfheartedly agrees, furrowed brows showing his discontent. âThen at least open your legs, princesa. Need to see her better.â
You try to contain your excitement as you tut at your ex,
âYouâre so naughty, baby.â
You slowly part your thighs wide enough for your pussy to bloom in front of his hungry eyes.
Frankieâs mouth goes slack and his gaze clouds up when he sees your glistening pussy lips, puffy clit and your inviting hole. You shift a little on the seat, leaving wetness on the leather, and when you clench your walls in anticipation, you both see a little bit of pearly white liquid slide out of your entrance.
âIs thisâŠ?â Frankie mumbles, not tearing his eyes off your recently used cunt.
âYeah. I know youâve been watching Joel fuck me so donât pretend that youâre surprised. My pussyâs full of his cum,â you say with defiance and wait for his reaction.
Frankieâs softly growls and his hand on your thigh contracts into a fist.
âShhh, big boy,â you purr, bringing your fingers to your pussy. You gather some of Joelâs seed, leaking from your hole, and spread the creamy juices over your hardened clit. You rub yourself a few times and when a soft moan escapes your lips, Frankie echoes you.
âFeels so good,â you admit and begin pleasuring yourself in front of your ex.
âJesusâ fuck,â Frankie mumbles. His eyes are obsidian, forehead glistening with sweat with a few wet curls stuck to it. With his gaze tormented and pained, he reaches down to his belt.
âWhat are you doing, baby?â you ask, pausing your ministrations.
Frankie freezes and replies, stumbling over his words,
âI need â need to take my dick out. It hurts.â
âOk, Frankie.â He hastily unzips his jeans when you add, âBut donât touch it.â
Frankie groans but then sighs with relief when he pulls the waistband of his boxers down, tucks it under his balls and his cock springs free. It hits his shirt and leaves a dark wet spot.
His member is throbbing, the dark pink tip, glossy and fat, is oozing his clear need for you and you lick your lips, enticing the man even more.
Frankie follows your orders and lets his cock bob and drip pre-fuck juice all over his balls and jeans while you moan again, tracing your sopping hole.
Your ex rubs his cheek, focused on the place he desperately wants to claim with his tongue and cock and croaks after wetting his plush lips,
âLet me kiss her, mi amor.â
Bingo.
Thatâs what you wanted as soon as you saw him at the bar today. If you cared to admit maybe you already dreamed about it when you noticed him stalking you last week. But whatâs a prize without a game? Now it feels extra special.
With a little smile, you throw off your shoe and plant your bare foot on the seat, opening your thighs wider for him.
âYou gonna taste another manâs cum on my pussy? just to kiss her?â
Frankieâs eyes snap up to yours and you see his defeat, his despair, his love in their depths.
He nods silently.
âAww, youâre so sweet,â you coo. âOk, baby, go ahead.â
With a grunt Frankie bends down, slowly adjusting his position between your legs so itâs comfortable for you, and when his soft warm lips kiss your cold cunt, you flutter your eyes shut with a pleased mewl.
Frankieâs always been the best at pussy eating. Joel often goes down on you but itâs different. He demands your ecstasy, claims your pussy with his mouth, makes you scream when his rough tongue impatiently rubs at your clit. His movements say âGive meâ while heâs eating you out.
But Frankie. Heâs whispering âTake itâ. Take your time, take your bliss, take my lips and tongue and use them, let yourself drown in pleasure. He laps at you softly and languidly, licking your pussy like itâs the most delicate flower, the most delicious fruit.
You grab your phone out of your pocket and text Joel that you met a friend by accident and need to catch up.
Frankie doesnât see any of it, heâs gone, fully concentrated on pleasuring your soft cunt. His hands are gently holding your thighs apart, his face buried in your pussy.
âHowâs she?â you whisper, raking your fingers through his silky curls and tugging on them slightly to get his attention when he doesnât respond right away.
âI taste him on you,â Frankie grumbles, parting from your sex, ââm gonna get it off you.â
He returns to work, making out with your folds and sucking the other manâs cum off your clit and you already feel yourself close to unraveling.
âYes, like that, baby. My pussy misses you.â
You feel Frankie smile against your cunt before he begins stroking your clit with his tongue again and again until you cry out his name into your hand, while your hole clamps around nothing, walls contract and release another portion of Joelâs thick load.
Trembling from the orgasm thatâs rippling through your body, you watch Frankie lap at your entrance, drinking the runaway seed and your slick, prolonging your shattering climax with this depraved act.
He doesnât stop kissing your pussy until you get overstimulated and try to close your legs.
âDid so good for me, Frankie,â you murmur through heavy breaths.
âThank you, mi amor,â your ex gruffs, sitting up, his face blushed, the gaze hazy and drunk on you.
Heâs shivering from the arousal, his engorged cock generously leaking precum, and you take mercy on the man.
You scoot closer to him, wrap your hand around his hot cock and start slowly pumping it. Itâs soaked with his juices so your palm slides easily over his hard length but to make him absolutely wild you gather some slick off your cunt and rub the underside of his cock where his tip meets the shaft with your wet thumb.
Frankie moans like a needy slut and in a second the first rope of cum shoots out of his slit.
You hastily lower your head, take the head between your lips and start drinking his load as heâs feeding it to you, jerking and thrusting his hips up, while your hand is gliding over his shaft.
You swallow everything to the last drop and lick it all over, cleaning his cock and earning a jerk of overstimulation from your ex. Then you sit up, wiping your mouth curled into a satisfied smile.
âFuck, princesa, I love you,â Frankie breathes out falling onto the backrest, his cock softening but still standing at attention. You smile at his confession and your hunger finally seems satisfied.
You begin fixing your clothes and he watches you for a few seconds before tucking his cock into his jeans and then shifting closer to you. He gets into your space and you feel his warm hand pressed to your lower back. His huge frame is looming over you and you look up into his chocolaty eyes. They seem sad again.
âI want you back, mi amorâI... I need you.â
You sigh deeply and shake your head, taking his big hand in yours.
âYou know itâs over, Frankie. Iâm sorry, but Iâm with Joel now.â
âWhy? Why canât you be with me? Why is he better?â He asks, furrowing his brows and leaning even closer to you.
âBaby,â you whine, averting your gaze from his puppy eyes and tracing hearts on his hand. âWe talked about it. Heâs âŠheâs like whiskey, heâs rough and heady and⊠youâre like hot chocolate, Frankie. Youâre sweet but youâre too saccharine for me.â
âI can get rough with you, princesa.â
You giggle and shake your head.
âItâs not who you are, baby. And itâs ok. Someone will love you for it one day.â
You hear him sniff before he yanks his hand away from yours.
You know you should leave, break it off once and for all but the sick, mean, greedy side of your soul wants to pull him back as soon as you have pushed him away.
âFrankie,â you purr and grab his arm as heâs about to get out of the car. A slight touch from you is all it takes to stop him and he turns to you, his eyes glossy, his expression defeated.
You get closer to him and take his face between your hands. To kiss him goodbye. To poison him more.
He falls into the kiss head first, embracing you tightly, pressing his torso to yours so close itâs difficult to breathe.
You both moan against each otherâs lips and you pull on his hair with passion and possessiveness. His tongue is licking into your mouth and youâre tasting yourself, sensing a faint trace of Joelâs cum. Itâs so sick and twisted that another surge of arousal burns your core.
You make out for some time until you part from his lips.
âI should go, Frankie,â you whisper, snaking out of his embrace.
Frankieâs arms fall and he nods, looking lost and inebriated. You use this moment to hastily get out of his car.
âBye, baby,â you chirp, smiling at him, but before you close the door he wakes up from the trance and calls for you.
âI wonât stop, mi amor,â he admits with determination in his shaky voice. âIâm gonna keep coming. I need you.â
âI know,â you say with a fake sigh and close the door.
Youâre walking to get Tom, feeling Frankieâs eyes on your back, and trying to calm down, you bite your lip, but the excitement overwhelms you and soon a triumphant smile spreads across your face.
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Play With Her
Explicit - 18+ Minors DNI
A sequel to Play With It
Words: 4k
You and Joel have fond memories of the last time he called you from work. But a slight misunderstanding leads to some fun with your neighbour, and to you ( accidentally) fulfilling one of Joelâs secret fantasies.
Warnings: SMUT, people. So much. Smut. Oral (m and f receiving), phone sex, mmf (kinda), Joel talks his girl through it like a gentleman, surprise Frankie, Joelâs a little shocked but he is very into it, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, Joel being kinda soft dom again.
You hadnât forgotten Joelâs antics in his car in the middle of a workday, but despite a particularly explosive afternoon immediately following, you hadnât had the time to properly get him back. It hadnât been either of your faults, just that work continued to be relentless, something went wrong at the site, materials werenât delivered, the vendors got mad. You developed a little twitch in your eyelid. Joel came home rubbing his neck and shoulders and turning the kitchen upside down trying to find the heat pack.
You knew there was love there, that there was passion. You werenât worried about it, even though you missed him. You knew that it was situational. When the air cleared, youâd get back to taking each other apart.
--
Joel woke up early again, groaning as his muscles ached like they hadnât had any rest at all. You were in bed beside him, and he knew that youâd had a late shift but youâd managed to rack up enough overtime that today you had the whole day to yourself. He was so proud of you, his little worker bee, and even though he was disappointed your schedules hadnât aligned so that he could enjoy the day with you, or on top of you, he still knew it was good for you. He left a little note on your bedside, telling you he was gonna call around lunchtime. He marked it with two xâs and two oâs. For a second he imagined actually peppering your skin with kisses.
âSoon, baby,â he said, to your sleeping form. He was quiet in his socks on the carpet as he left.
On the way out the door, piece of toast between his teeth, he looked over the front lawn. It was getting out of control, and heâd been meaning to cut it, but he just couldnât find the energy on a weekend, and as the days were gettinâ shorter as the weather changed, he was leaving in the dark, home in the dark. He didnât like the look of the lawn, worried that the state of the grass was a direct reflection of the state of his aging body, of his bone-deep fatigue most days. That the neighbours would twig he was getting older, purely by the weeds spreading their tendrils over the path to the door.
âMorning, Joel,â he heard a voice call, and he glanced over to next doorâs patio, where one such neighbour was standing with the newspaper in his hands.
âFrankie,â he said, nodding his head. He got on well with Frankie, even if he wasnât 100% sure he trusted him all the time. He had a kid he had over every other weekend, who Sarah adored, and other than that he lived alone. Ex-military, he reminded Joel of Tommy, and he tried to be sensitive knowing some of the shit he must have seen. He didnât seem lonely, he was handy and knew how to get Joelâs truck going when the engine was on the fritz, and more than anything he treated you respectful, tipped his cap when you walked by, and Joel liked that. Appreciated the manners.
âEarly start,â Frankie said, and Joel sighed. He rested a hand on his hip.
âToo early,â he grunted, and the younger man smiled knowingly at him. As Joel moved to the truck he limped a little, his hip bothering him after he carried some lumber the wrong way on the site a few days ago.
âYou ok?â Frankie asked. Frankie noticed everything, Joel knew. It would have kept him alive in his last job, he supposed.
âYeah, just gettinâ old, gettingâ tired.â Joel nodded to the lawn. âCanât you tell?â
âCould help you with that, got the day clear today andâŠwell, donât have other plans.â
Joel had seen Frankie out on his back porch drinking on his own, sometimes with a couple of other men who all looked a similar age, similar previous occupations. He didnât mind so long as they kept it down and didnât catch your eye too much.
âCanât ask ya for that,â Joel started, but Frankie waved him away.
âYouâre not. Iâm offering, hermano.â
Joel nodded. It might be a nice surprise for you, he thought, to have the house reclaim some of its street appeal. Lord knew it didnât have much to start with.
Sitting in his truck he fired off a quick message to you so you wouldnât be surprised by Frankie on your front lawn. âOrganised a sruprise 4 you, baby xxoo,â he wrote. He was going to be late. He sent it without too much thought.
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You woke, lifting your arms up over your head and listening to the pops of your joints as the stretch moved up your spine. You couldnât remember the last time you had a day off. You had no idea what you were going to do with your spare time.
After a second or two of blissful cotton-headedness, you noticed a droning sound from the front of the house. You stood on achy knees and padded over to the window. Surely Joel hadnât taken the day off too, with the worksite being so crazy lately?
You sucked in a tight little breath when you saw him. Shirtless, with his curls poking out the side of his ballcap, pushing his lawnmower over your unruly grass in the late-morning sun. You scrabbled for your phone to check the time and also to try and orient yourself, to make sure you hadnât accidentally fallen through a wormhole in your sleep, as though Siri would be able to tell you one way or the other.
You saw the message from Joel. A surprise? You glanced around the room, looking for any clues. Eventually your eyes fell on a scrap of paper on your bedside, and you read that, too. For a second you stood, confused, trying to put the pieces together. He had organised a surprise, there was a half-naked man on your lawn, and he was going to call you at lunchtime. And you remembered exactly what transpired the last time he did that.
Your felt your brows shoot up to your hairline as realisation dawned. Did he know youâd had a crush on Frankie since the moment heâd moved in next door? How could he know, youâd been so careful not to stare too long, not to smile too much. Youâd felt the sparks, and youâd poured cold water of them well enough, youâd thought.
But nothing got past Joel. You couldnât believe it, but also you definitely could.
A surprise for you? No. This time you were going to be one step ahead.
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Joel didnât like to eat his lunch in the truck, never fully able to get the tang of egg salad out of the upholstery after, but this time he made an exception. Heâd pulled back around to where it was quiet, knowing some of the guys on site liked to pump the tunes during their breaks, set up a little jerry-rigged tailgate to try and while away the 40 minutes they had to themselves. He thought with a shiver about the last time heâd snuck off to park somewhere quiet. He let himself wonder for a moment if youâd be up for something like a repeat. He grinned a little as he dialled. He didnât think he should push his luck.
The call connected almost straight away, like youâd been waiting for him, and he felt a little flutter in his heart. You were so sweet to him. He needed to take you out somewhere special soon, make you flutter for a little while.
âHey baby,â you said, your voice high and breathy, and he guessed you were still in bed.
âHey, sleepyhead,â he said, teasinâ you.
âMmm,â you said, âno cameras this time?â
âWe can if you want, baby, but I was just calling to check in on ya.â
âOh?â
âYeah, and to make sure Frankieâs doing his job,â he said, chuckling a little.
âFrankieâs doing just fine,â you said, and you sounded weird somehow, maybe a little out of breath?
âYou ok, baby?â he asked, and you hummed in response.
âWanna see you,â you said, and he felt a shiver up the base of his spine. He knew that tone. He felt the smirk appear on his face.
âYeah, you sound like ya do,â he said. He took the phone from his ear and connected Facetime. He heard you doing the same.
He wasnât sure what he was expecting to see. Heâd assumed you were in bed, so he was surprised to see you were up, standing in front of the big picture window overlooking the front lawn. Your cheeks were a little flushed, and you looked a little sweaty. He wondered if youâd been for a run.
âThereâs my girl,â he said, because the sight of you always lit something up in him, and you smiled at him, a coy little thing.
âI got a surprise for you,â you said, a dimple appearing on your cheek as you arched a single brow at him.
âOh yeah?â he said, feeling his cock stir. Maybe you were up for a repeat after all.
âMmmhmm,â you said, biting your lip. You were holding the phone up with one arm, but he could see your other arm held fast in front of you. Were you touching yourself in the living room?
âShow me,â he said, and you grinned at him. You panned the camera down, slowly, so that first thing he saw was the straps of your camisole, one hanging off your shoulder to hover just over the swell of your tit. You lowered it again, over the belly, where you had shucked up the hem and he could see some exposed skin, your little belly button he sometimes liked to tickle with his beard just to hear you squirm and squeal.
Then a little further down. Angling the camera so that he could see down your body, to your feet on the carpet, and to the man on his knees between them.
Joel blinked. He was sure his heart stopped.
âWhatâŠâ he started, but he couldnât finish his sentence because he was too distracted by the man hitching one of your thighs over his shoulder and opening you up, teasing the lips of your pussy apart to properly latch to your cunt. âOh my god,â he uttered.
âOh my god!â you gasped, as Frankie sucked your clit between his teeth. âOh baby, heâs so good,â you groaned.
âBaby, what are you doing?â Joel asked, trying not to overthink that his cock was rock hard while he watched another man lick a stripe along your seam.
âSurpriseâŠâ you gasped. âGot a head start.â
Joelâs hands were shaking. A head start on what? He watched as your hand gripped Frankieâs head, his ballcap on the floor beside him as he grasped at your hips, pulling you down harder on his face. You were squirming there on top of him, as he huffed out little exhales into your skin.
Your breath was starting to get faster, coming in little pants, as your thigh clenched around Frankieâs shoulder. For a brief moment you worried you were going to suffocate him, and then he ran a finger up the inside of your thigh and teased at your opening and you simply didnât care.
You angled the phone back to your face, your eyes fluttering shut so that you didnât see Joelâs slightly shocked expression.
âSuch a good surprise, baby, thank you,â you said, and Joel felt his belly flip in on itself. You were blissed out, he could see just by your face you were half gone already. Your little whimpers were sending electric shocks to his cock. He couldnât deny it wasnât one of the hottest things heâd ever seen, or that he had wanted to see it ever since Frankie appeared next door. He just assumed youâd never be into it, and now looking at you writhing he couldnât remember why.
He swallowed on a dry throat. You cracked open an eye, noticing heâd stopped talking. You saw that he looked a little pale, and worried for a second he was regretting it.
âHeâs not better,â you said, trying to form words to reassure him while Frankie was pushing any sensible thought out of your head with his tongue. âHeâs good, just as good. Itâs just different.â
You were shuddering a little, Joel could see that you were trembling from the pleasure the other man was wringing out of you. âYeah?â he grunted, because he couldnât think of anything else to say. Because he didnât want to take this from you when youâd accidentally given him something he thought he would only ever dream of, not when you were feeling so good, not when you had apparently read his (dirty, filthy) mind. Because he was enjoying it, if he could tame the beast that was howling mine mine mine every time you whimpered under Frankieâs tongue. Because, ok, this wasnât what he had planned for the day, but it was so much better.
His cock was already so hard it was almost painful. His beautiful, dirty girl. âHe eatinâ it right, baby?â he asked, and you moaned a little in response. He heard Frankie grunt a little from beneath you. âShow me,â he said.
You angled the phone down again, this time reaching to put it closer to your cunt, so that Joel could see the way Frankie was suckling at your cunt, the way his tongue was working his way in and out of you, how at some point he had slipped two fingers into your cunt and was pumping them slowly, angled in the way Joel knew you liked, the way that made you stutter.
âFuckâŠâ he groaned, as Frankie huffed out an exhale.
âSheâs good, man,â Frankie said, pulling his mouth off you for just long enough to force out the words. âTastes like a warm spring morning.â
Joel could feel his cock pulsing, could hardly hear for the pounding of his pulse in his ears.
âYou treat her right,â he ground out, his jaw ticking. He could feel the furrow in his brows, knew he was almost glowering at Frankie. âThatâs my girl you got there,â he added, feeling the need to remind him. To remind himself.
âShe always get this wet for you?â Frankie asked, and Joel practically growled. He was about to tell Frankie you could practically drown him every night when he noticed your thighs were trembling, your hand in his hair moving to his shoulder to try and get purchase.
âLay âer down,â he instructed. âDonât let her fall.â
The camera moved, blurred as Frankie got up off his knees and pulled you over to the couch. He heard you sigh as your muscles relaxed, Frankie lying you down and settling between your open thighs.
âThank you, baby,â you whispered to Joel. He swallowed.
âLook after you,â he said, fumbling with his fly. He was rock hard and worried as soon as he held himself in his hand heâd nut like a teenager. He wanted to ride this out with you, wanted to be present for all of it, wanted to stave it off as much as he wanted to chase it down.
âOh, heâs got his fingers in me,â you said, gasping. âTheyâre so thick, just like yoursâŠâ
âHe hittinâ the spot?â Joel asked, as you angled the camera down your body and he saw Frankie hovering over your cunt, lips once again suctioning at your clit.
âMmmhmmâ you replied, breathless. âHeâs good, baby, heâs so good.â
Joel couldnât form words for a second, gripping the base of his cock to try and regain some sort of control over it.
âWish you were here,â you said, as you pushed your hips down onto Frankieâs face.
âYeah?â Joel asked, wincing as he drew his palm over the weeping, sensitive head. âWhatâd you do if I was there, baby?â he asked.
âWant you everywhere,â you groaned. âWant you in my mouth, in my pussy while he sucks on my clit. Want you in my cunt while I suck him.â
Joel gasped, his eyes slamming shut as his head tilted back on his shoulders. You were going to be the fucking death of him, and he would happily go if this was how youâd go about it.
âWant your tight little cunt, baby,â he grunted, pumping now, not able to help himself, the want for you overwhelming as Frankie raised his head a little to eye him through the camera. Your hips were bucking now, involuntary and fast. âPlay with her,â Joel said to him. âDonât let her come yet, not âtil sheâs earned it.â
He heard you whimper, a desperate little cry, and watched as Frankie pulled back. Joel watched as his face glistened with your slick.
âJoel!â you cried, and he sniggered a little.
âAinât what I meant when I said you could cut my grass,â he said to Frankie, who grinned at him.
âNot my fault your girlâs got a delicious cunt,â he said, shrugging.
âLet me see her,â Joel said. He held his breath as Frankie took the phone from you and angled it back towards you. He saw you, splayed out on the couch for him and for Frankie, one leg on the floor and the other held fast against the couch, your slick spread over your thighs as your pussy grasped at the air, desperate for something to lick it, to suck it, to fuck it. âJesus,â Joel said, staring at your folds.
âDonât know how you leave the house with this waiting for ya, hermano,â Frankie said. Joel shook his head.
âMâa damn fool,â he agreed. He saw you giggle, and he smiled.
âGet on your knees for him, baby,â he said, and watched as your smile fell, shock and want painting your pretty face.
âYou sure?â you asked, so quiet he almost didnât hear.
âYou wanna be good to our guest, right?â Joel teased, and he watched you smile.
âIâm a good host,â you said, and he smiled.
âThe best, baby. Go on now, make him feel welcome.â
âOh fuck, Joel,â Frankie muttered, as you got up on your knees on the couch and crawled over to him, your eyes on the younger manâs cock.
âJust wait âtil you see what she can do with that slutty little mouth,â Joel said. He was holding himself by the base again, almost holding his breath in anticipation. Frankie angled the camera down his body so that Joel could see your hand as you reached out to hold him.
âItâs big,â you said, looking up and straight at Joel through the camera. You could see how far gone he was, how much he was holding himself back. You felt more arousal pool between your legs just at the look on his face.
âYou can take it,â Joel said. âMake it good for him, baby.â
You watched as he mirrored your smile. God, you loved him. Even now, with another manâs cock in your face, he was the love of your life and as soon as he was home again youâd tell him. Show him. Never let him doubt it for a second.
You extended your tongue to kitten lick at Frankieâs tip, tasting the pre-come that had gathered while you and Joel encouraged each other. You heard the twin groans of Frankie above you and Joel through the phone. You hitched your mouth over the head, gathering saliva and letting it run out over the sides. Frankie was big, but so was Joel, and you breathed through your nose as you slipped your mouth over him, opening your throat and trying to calm your racing heart.
âOh, fuck me,â Frankie said, as Joel held his breath. You hollowed your cheeks, a bolt of want shooting through your cunt as Frankie stuttered, groaning low and heavy in his chest. He smelt faintly of Old Spice and grass clippings, and you tasted the salt on his skin of his exertion. Joel smelt of pine and lumber. Between the two of them they were a symphony of delicious masculinity.
âCan you reach her tits?â you heard Joel ask, shivering. Frankie grunted his ascent. âReach down, if you play with her nipples sheâll soak the couch.â
You whimpered, breathing out hard through your nose as you worked Frankie further into your throat.
âLook at me, baby.â Joel instructed and you opened your eyes, letting them travel up Frankieâs glistening tanned body to catch Joelâs eyes. You could see he was working himself again, panting and squirming in the driverâs seat of his truck. His hands were trembling a little, causing your view of him to shake, and it matched the tremors that were coursing through your body as you sucked Frankie down.
You felt his hand grope at your tit and you rounded your spine to try and give him more room, sticking your butt out into the air in the process. You kept your eyes on Joel, fighting the urge to let them drift closed, wanting to watch him watching you with another manâs cock in your mouth.
âDoinâ so good,â Joel muttered and you preened under his praise. âPut your hand between your legs, rub that little clit.â
You whined, following his instruction, a little lightheaded from the heat and the desire and Frankie halfway down your throat. âSuch a pretty girl, my beautiful girl,â Joel prattled. âLove you like this, baby, throat all stretched out taking on another man.â
Your eyelids fluttered as his words hit you in your core, Frankieâs hips starting to roll as you eased your finger over your clit and started rubbing tight little circles on the bundle of nerves. Frankie pinched hard at your nipple and you gasped, sucking in air through your nose and trying not to gag in the process.
âOh fuck, sheâs squeezing me with her throat, hermano,â Frankie muttered.
Joel watched, almost completely out of his mind. He never wanted to look at anything else ever again, wanted this view of you tattooed on the inside of his eyelids so he could see it anytime he wanted. Your eyes were starting to water, your skin glistening with sweat, as your hips shuddered under your own touch and under Frankieâs.
Joel was so close he wasnât going to be able to stop it. He knew he had only seconds left, and by the looks of it, so did you.
âOh fuck baby, look what you did to us,â he said, and you let your eyes drift from Joelâs to Frankieâs face as he grit his teeth, his eyes staring down at you, just barely managing to hold onto the phone as you sucked him.
âSo good,â Frankie said to you, âcanâtâŠgonnaâŠâ
You groaned, taking him out of your throat and reaching up to jerk the shaft while you sucked hard on the head. Still circling your clit with one hand you reached the other up to gently roll his balls in your palm. He cried out, the shock of the pleasure making him finally drop the phone. It landed, face up, just by his knees and angled up under your chin as Frankie shot his load into your mouth, gripping your tit in one hand and the other coming to rest on the crown of your head as he pumped his hips, his come shooting into your mouth as you rolled it over your tongue. Joel had an obscene view of it, watched as Frankieâs come spilled out of your mouth and onto the couch below you, nearly splattering over the lens. It was too much, finally too much, Joel shooting come into his hand and over his shirt as he fucked his palm, imagined it was your mouth, your cunt as you sucked Frankieâs come down, imagined he was inside you and also beside you, holding your head up as the younger man painted your throat.
He came as you did, gasping and whimpering for the other, your voice calling for him as he grunted out for you, and he recovered just enough to watch as you shuddered, your body shaking and rolling with the pleasure of it as you rested your face on Frankieâs heaving belly, sweat plastering your hair to your head, come dripping from your lips, as you rode out your high.
âFuck, babyâŠâ you whimpered, while you fought to catch your breath. Joel could see you collapsing, the pleasure wringing you out, leaving you shaky and spent. He swallowed, collecting himself enough to instruct the younger man.
âWashcloths are under the bathroom sink. Make sure the waterâs warm.â He took a second to breathe, trying to clear his vision enough to be able to drive. âWrap her up in a blanket, thereâs one on the back of the couch.â He watched as Frankie nodded, listening hard. âHold her âtil I get there,â Joel said, his heart thrumming again, an ache building in his chest to be with you as he fumbled the keys into the ignition.
âHold my girl for me âtil Iâm there,â he said, again.
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summary: youâve been serving frankie and his friends at your bar for months. despite your wishing and wanting, the shy pilot doesnât work up the nerve to ask you out before santi introduces you to his buddy, joel.
swept off your feet by the sweet southerner, and charmed by pope, the boys come together to show frankie exactly what it is heâs missing.
read part 2, watch, here
grouping: f!reader x joel miller x frankie morales x santiago garcia
rating/warnings: 18+. MDNI. no outbreak (tlou) - but based after the tf mission. softdom!joel, softdom!santi, sub!frankie, sub!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, maybe MFM?, sharing the luuuurve, praise kink, one (1) count of spitting in mouth, dirty talk, daddy kink (heavy, sorry lmao), oral (f&m receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it!), creampie, come eating, pussyjob?, so many orgasms i started to lose count, maybe a tiny bit of angst, m!masturbation, light choking, f!overstim, bad spanish, right okay weâre done.
wc: 14.7k. we aren't gonna talk about it.
an: this is fucking filthy. iâm sorry. donât ask.
When you first started to hang out with them all, Will told you that Frankie was useless with women. What you didnât expect was for him to be this fucking oblivious.
You had been bartending when you met him at a bar downtown - all industrial steel, burnished mirrors, and low light. Frankie and the boys would come in every so often, and you warmed to them immediately. It was hard not to. The four men were always respectful, always polite. They never overstayed their welcome, or their tolerance, and always asked how you were.Â
Of course, it helped that they were also handsome, and you quickly fell into the trap you were sure they wove for all hospitality staff. The lingering glances from their table, the crooked smiles at the bar. The competition they seemed to enjoy amongst themselves of who could lather you with the most attention.
Will and Benny did particularly well. The elder brother saved a special, particularly mischievous smile and a wink for you every time he came to order, and saved a special, bruising elbow to the ribs for his brother every time he caught Benny staring. Benny was always a hoot considering his sore ribs, the air never seeming to have been knocked from him as he chatted away to you across the polished wood.
But it was the quieter two, Frankie and Santi, who piqued your curiosity. Santi - often cool, detached; who offered little information in the way of his life but seemed to want to be wrapped up in yours. Who would watch you over the rim of his glass of whisky, drop his eyes to your lips, dip his mouth in a smirk, and say heâd see you later. And Frankie, who could do almost nothing but watch you from his corner of their booth, his Standard Oil cap sunk low on his brow, both hands around his bottle. His deep swallow when youâd catch his eye. The blush that would crawl up his neck, threading through his cheeks when you smiled.
Over the months they came to the bar while you worked there, the five of you became friends of sorts. Once in a blue moon turned into once every two weeks, turned into every Saturday night. And you made sure you were always there, sacrificing the time you would have spent surfing social media on your sofa for time spent flirting with your favourite regulars. Enjoying their eyes on you. Enjoying Frankieâs blush when you called him sugar as you asked if he needed anything else.Â
One day, you hoped heâd gather enough courage to give you the answer you hoped for.
You.
But he never did.
When the time came for you to move on from the bar, you made sure to let them know. Your new job further into the city was a step exactly in the direction you wanted to go, and though the men shared touching groans of disappointment, they congratulated you wholeheartedly.Â
They also invited you to their Saturday night drinks. You gladly accepted.Â
On your last shift, Will slid you Frankieâs mobile number, explaining that he was the most reliable member, the one most likely to know what was going on with the group at any given time. When you ribbed him about how he must always be on his phone, Frankie shyly admitted it was because he had a daughter. He was constantly on the lookout for updates, sweet little pictures and messages his ex would send over. They had a good relationship, and his kid - Lucia - was gorgeous. They just live a little far away, Frankie had admitted, a sad little frown glazing over his features.Â
You had softened to him even more, asking him questions about his daughter over the bar while you poured his drinks, propping your chin in your hand and listening to him as he continued to talk after you were finished. You found yourself trying to make Frankie laugh, to hear his sweet chuckle, to brush a touch against his arm, see the sparkle in his eyes beneath his cap - similar, you imagined, to how your own eyes glittered back at him.Â
The conversation only stalled when Benny called for him - Fish, where are those drinks? - earning himself a thump from Will, who muttered something about Frankie finally finding the courage and Bennyâs big fuckinâ mouth. Frankieâs cheeks had heated, and he'd cleared his throat, thanking you before gathering all the drinks in his large hands and heading back to the booth.
What you had overheard heated the tips of your ears and rattled around your brain, looming in the back of your mind when you joined them the Saturday after.Â
But Will's words must have just been a silly little joke, because no matter how hard you try, Frankie will not bend. No matter what you wear, no matter what you do, the curly haired pilot remains firmly out of reach.
And itâs not like you donât have fun together. You join them on nights out. Youâve been invited over for poker games and parties. You share glances with Frankie, jokes, tales, hell, sometimes he even puts an arm around you. But itâs always the same. The end of the evening is always frustratingly uneventful.Â
Crowded into sweaty bars and packed living rooms, youâre caught in a never ending circle of wanting and longing. Maybe thatâs why, one night, you find yourself exchanging heated glances with Santi.Â
Frankie never really touches you beyond a hug and a kiss on the cheek when you arrive, and remains a staunch gentleman no matter how much he drinks. Santi seems to strive to do the opposite. He finds you in the kitchen one night, trying to cool off after watching Frankie laugh and lean into another womanâs conversation, feeling foolish, immature, but trying to blink away tears anyway.Â
He talks to you like youâre the only interesting person heâs ever met, standing a little too close for a friend, only moving away when youâre interrupted by one of Bennyâs buddies searching for a beer. When you return to the living room, Frankie notices. Notices how Santi pulls you in close when youâre near, presses a kiss to your hair, places a casual hand on your knee when youâre sat next to each other. And how you let him do it.Â
When Santi drops you off at your house, he looks at your lips for a long time. His eyes are burning as he tucks your hair behind your ear and wishes you a good night. But he doesnât go further.Â
Itâs driving you fucking insane.
You were sure you hadnât imagined the chemistry between the three of you before, so what was wrong now? Whose starting pistol were they waiting for? You canât help your desperate huffs of frustration every time you close the door at the end of another night - alone, sopping wet, with only your hand to help.
Until one night, when you really believe, truly believe that it might end differently.
Frankie has been sat next to you in the booth all evening, laughing and chatting away. His arm is slung over your shoulder, his thigh against yours, your body pressed into his side. It feels good, it feels right, and heâs looking at you in such a way that you begin to teeter dangerously close to pressing your lips to his in the middle of the bar.Â
You and Frankie take the opportunity to talk about anything and everything. Catching up on your jobs, how heâs re-received his licence, your families, future dreams and aspirations. Itâs almost funny how perfectly everything seems to realign. You think this is the turning point - this is when you realise how perfect you are for each other, this is when you take the leap. The only hiccup seems to be when Frankie says heâll be away for the next three weeks - working, and then visiting Lucia. Your heart crumbles a little - just a little - before you try to sweep away thoughts of him dying in a helicopter crash or falling back in love with his ex. It feels like youâve waited so long for this moment that the universe might just try and be that cruel. Just for shits and giggles.Â
But it wonât. Everythingâs fine. Everythingâs great.
Santi seems to notice. Heâs quieter than usual, watching the two of you cosy up together. He looks pleased, if a little put out, and when he thinks you arenât looking he exchanges a look with Frankie. A raised eyebrow, a dipped head. A fucking finally.
As you move to leave the bar at closing time, Frankie touches your arm.
âMind if I walk you home, querida?â He asks, holding out your coat. You take it and swoop it on over your shoulders, grinning at him.
âThought youâd never ask.â You say.
Frankie walks you home like a gentleman.Â
Too much of a gentleman.
You bump shoulders every so often, but he doesnât move to take your hand. And heâs all bashful smiles and throaty laughter, compliments and flirty asides, but you return them tenfold, wrapped up in a blinding smile.
Youâre making it easy for him. Obvious. But he still isnât taking the bait.
Maybe he doesnât want you.
Itâs an uncomfortable thought, but it bounces around your skull the whole way home. And it rumbles even louder when you get to your door and he pulls you in for a hug, a light hand barely lingering on your waist, before he wishes you goodnight.Â
You stand there, a little dazed before your brain catches up and decides to deploy your last ditch attempt. Just to see. Just to find out.Â
Heâs halfway down your front path when you call out to him.
âFrankie. Do you want to come in?â
He turns, limbs coming to a clumsy halt. His brows are high on his forehead, mouth a little âoâ. Then he frowns.
Fuck. Youâve never felt like such an idiot in your life.
âI - er,â he starts, and you look down at the floor, scuffing the toe of your shoe against the concrete. âI have an early start tomorrow.â He says.Â
You look back up at him.
âSorry,â he continues, âAny other time and Iâd be - Iâd be right there. Yâknow. Just - timing, thatâs all.â
You try to soften the bite that wants to creep into your words at his rejection, but barely manage it.
âItâs cool,â you say, trying to smile. âNo worries. I just - I bought that film you said you watched the other day. Paddington 2? The one Lucia likes.â A slow smile lights his eyes. âJust wondered whether you wanted to come in and watch it with a beer. But yeah. No worries,â and then, because you just canât help yourself, you add - âWouldnât have been any funny business, just so ya know.âÂ
You force out a laugh, and Frankie drops his eyes. Disappointed, confused. You feel bad for a second, but then you remember how embarrassed you feel, how stupid. It makes your skin crawl. Nevermind.
You clear your throat.
âAnyway. Get home safe, Frankie,â you say, âSee you soon.âÂ
You rush in and close the door before he can reply.
---
Your phone buzzes with a text early the next day.
You open your eyes with a groan, clutching unseeingly at trinkets on your nightstand until your stomach lurches at the thought that it might be Frankie. You sit up to grab it.
Itâs not Frankie. Itâs an unknown number.
Hey. Do u want to head to the bar 2night?
You frown, confused, fingers dancing over possible replies before another text flies through.
Got a friend Id like u to meet.
And then another.
Its Santi btw. Cant remember if u have my no.
You breathe out, type a quick sure. Fuck it. What harm could another of Santiâs friends do to your pride? Your sex drive? What harm could a night with Santi do? You follow it up with -
Who else will be there? Are you setting me up?
You chew on your thumb anxiously, waiting for his reply.
Just the 3 of us. Might be ;)
You snort at his reply, shooting back -
God. Am I really such a charity case?
 - before getting out of bed to make breakfast. Halfway through your pancakes, you get a text back.
Nah. Just cant stand seein a good girl like u go to waste.
You put your phone back down on the table, slowing your chewing. Good girl. The two words send a lick of heat curling up your spine. A good girl like you going to waste.Â
A slow, smug smile spreads across your lips. You pick up your phone again and begin to tap out a reply. A risky move, one which would surely harm your chances with Frankie, but fuck it -Â
If you donât want me to go to waste, you could always have me to yourself.
You stare at the blinking cursor for a second before deleting the message, instead asking him for a time. No need to be hasty.Â
You donât know what his friend looks like yet, anyway.
As it turns out, Santiâs friend might be exactly who you need to forget about Frankie.
Joel Miller is older, in his fifties. Greying, tall, broad, gorgeous, and a true southern gentleman to boot. The kind of guy - you imagine - who would drive you to work the next day if you couldnât walk after seeing him the night before.
And itâs going well. Really well.
You, Joel, and Santi chat easily around your little table, swapping jokes, telling stories, brushing touches to each other here and there. Joel works in construction - runs his own company with his brother, Tommy - and has a grown up daughter called Sarah. Heâs worked on Santiâs house - actually knows most of the group - but is usually too busy (or too tired, he tells you) to come out and join them. You think about how unlucky it is that he hadnât come around before you made such a fool of yourself last night. And then you vow not to think of Frankie again for the rest of the evening.
Joel is easy to be around - warm, safe - earthy and masculine. And maybe itâs something to do with the way his chocolate brown eyes crinkle at the edges when he smiles, but you donât know whatâs wrong with you. You canât seem to stop thinking about what it would be like to run your fingers through his curls, feel the scrape of his stubble between your thighs, what his arms look like beneath his flannel, what his fingers - what his cock - would feel like inside of you. Something about the man is making your toes curl in your seat, and he hasnât done anything more innocuous than thumb the charm hanging from your necklace. Itâs agonising.Â
And to make it worse, Santi knows. You donât know how, but he does. Maybe youâre just that easy to read.Â
In the blur of Joel leaving to go to the bathroom and get more drinks, Santi leans over to you.
âWhat do you think?â He asks.
You shrug, trying your absolute hardest to play it cool.
âHeâs nice. I like him. You should bring him out more often.âÂ
Santiâs eyes glint with something molten, something teasing and knowing and sharp.
âYou want to take him home.â
You baulk at his words, cheeks flaming in response. You open and close your mouth as he leans in and laughs.
âI never said that -â you splutter, but Santi takes your hand.
âYou donât need to, querida,â he says, âI can see it written all over your face.âÂ
You groan, forehead falling to his shoulder.Â
âIf it helps,â he continues, âI think he wants to take you home, too.âÂ
You look up from his shoulder into his eyes, and they glimmer back at you. You bite your lip.
âYa think?â You ask.
âYeah, baby,â he teases, âI do.â
You hum against him before tilting your face further back.
âYou knowâŠâ you say, lips loosened by the alcohol. Santi tips his head to the side, waiting for you to continue. â'S not quite how I imagined the night would end.â
His lips quirk in a smile again. Ah, fuck.
âOh?â
âYeah. I kinda thought youâd take me home instead.â
Santi chuckles and looks away around the room. When his eyes settle back on you, theyâre black and burning.
âIâve thought about it,â he says, scratching his beard, âA lot. But I guessed you were too caught up on Frankie.â
You freeze at his words and sit up straight, clearing your throat.
âI donât -â but Santi shakes his head at you, cutting you off. He says your name softly.
âI know about last night,â he says quietly. Your cheeks begin to burn again, but this time for a completely different reason. âHe told me about it after he walked you home. And I told him he was the biggest fuckinâ idiot I know.âÂ
Despite yourself, you smile.
âIâm not gonna take you home, baby,â Santi continues as you watch him, curious, âNot right now, anyway. My shit is complicated enough -â Santi cuts himself off with a sigh, and your brows bunch together.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, your voice low and kind despite the fire sparking at his words.
Santi looks at you again, and whateverâs in his eyes looks too complex to divulge. He thumbs your knuckles, swirling patterns onto your hand.
âNothing,â he says, but you frown at him again. âJust⊠stuff. Stuff to do with Frankie. Itâs - complicated. Iâll tell you about it some other time. But what I wanted to say was - I wanted you to meet Joel. Because I think youâd be great for each other.âÂ
Your jaw drops again, but before you can ask any questions, anything about his stuff with Frankie, Joel reappears with new drinks for the three of you. Santi gives you a tight-lipped smile, squeezing your hand before picking up his bottle. But you drop his gaze when Joel places a hand at the top of your back as he sits down.
âEverything okay, baby?â He asks.Â
Santi doesnât leave early, but he doesnât leave late, either. He stays long enough to know exactly where this thing with you and Joel is going, and then bails when he knows he should. Even if you still kinda wish heâd stay.Â
Even if you didnât get the chance to ask him more about Frankie.
You and Joel linger for an hour longer, the ache in your core and the wetness in your underwear in response to him now almost impossible to ignore. Joel keeps a hand on your thigh. He sweeps a palm down your arm, tucks your hair behind your ear. And when the bell for closing rings out, he takes your hand and leads you out into the night.
He keeps a hold of your hand the whole way to your door.Â
When you get home, you turn to him on your doorstep. He smiles at you, taking you in through his eyelashes. A muscle ticks in his jaw.
You grip your keys tightly in your fist, the metal leaving marks and almost drawing blood as he leans in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You forget to breathe as his scent crowds your senses, as the scruff of his beard scratches your cheek. You want to lick his neck, find out if he tastes as good as he smells, want to know what it feels like to have him pressed against you, on top of you, under you, behind you -
Joel cuts through your thoughts with a low chuckle against your ear.
âBreathe, darlinâ.â He murmurs.
You open your eyes, take a deep breath, and sigh a laugh as you look down at your feet.Â
He is still unbearably close, and you know, you know you shouldnât, but you donât know if youâll ever see this man again, and everything Santi said at the bar, and the fact that you feel like Joel could make you come with just a flick of his wrist is likely what sparks your tongue to stutter out -Â
âDo you want to come in?â
Joel looks down at you again, a fire alight in his eyes. The heat sends a shiver down your spine.
He doesnât give you an answer. Just pushes your front door open, takes your wrist, and pulls you inside.
---
Being with Joel is great.
Itâs amazing. Itâs like you finally have someone who can keep up with you. Your brain, your days, your plans. Itâs like someone plopped Joel Miller on earth with a little note saying he was yours.
In the three weeks after you first meet him, you share countless breakfasts and dinners and spend your weekends wrapped up in sheets watching reruns of Golden Girls. Itâs so simple to spend time with someone who is so easy to be around, someone who just gets you.Â
Joel makes you laugh, makes you feel important, wanted.
And the sex is incredible.
Like nothing youâve ever had with anyone else. He seems to know what to do, exactly how you want it done, every time - itâs effortless. And somehow, you seem to do the same for him. In fact, the only problems you seem to have found are his size (because heâs huge) and the fact that you canât be inside each other all the time.
Which is why it takes so much effort for you to peel yourself away from him when Santi asks if youâd like to join him and the guys for drinks on Saturday. You give him an affirmative before promptly being distracted by Joel coming out of the shower.
You see his reply forty minutes later.
Frankie will b there. That OK?
You type back a quick -
Of course :)
 - before getting on with your day.
Drinks are almost the same as usual. Itâs surprisingly easy to slot right back into where you were. Laughing, chatting, joking with Will and Benny. What theyâve been up to, who theyâve been with. Questions you manage to dodge with only a knowing smirk from Santi to remind you he knows exactly who youâve been doing.Â
Frankie joins in from across the table. He couldnât meet your eye when you first arrived, but over the course of the evening and a few drinks, he seems to have relaxed enough to look at you. Really look at you.
Which is unfortunate, because you can still feel Joelâs come from earlier in the day seeping into your underwear.
At some point in the evening, Benny and Will make their excuses - they have a family get together tomorrow they canât be too hungover for - and itâs just you, Frankie, and Santi left.Â
Itâs easy for the most part. Santi bridging the gap so effortlessly that it begins to feel like nothing happened between you and Frankie at all. And it didnât, you remind yourself. Nothing happened. And then you met Joel.
So why are you still thinking about it?
You try to distract yourself, lose yourself in the conversation taking place between the two men. Something about Star Wars, new castings theyâve chosen for a series coming out later in the year. You try to contribute as much as you can, but fail miserably, earning yourself a brief history of the franchise from Santi. Eventually you get him to ease off with a hand to his chest, laughing until he starts to giggle, too. He uses the interlude to get up to use the bathroom and get more drinks, leaving you with Frankie and his soft, brown eyes.
You peer at each other nervously from across the table. You watch as his tongue darts out to wet his lip, as he chews the inside of his cheek before taking a deep breath and meeting your eye.Â
You feel your jaw clench.
âAbout the other night, a few weeks back,â he says, âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry. I was a fuckinâ moron -â he pauses for a moment, sweeps a hand over his face. âIâm real rusty at this. The whole dating thing. I donât think I even realised what it was you were sayinâ to me.â Frankie huffs a laugh. A horrible, anxious feeling starts to work its way up your throat. âBut I -â
Heâs interrupted as a bartender floats by your booth, sweeping up some of the empty glasses. You smile up at her and thank her sweetly.Â
Maybe you can stall whatever Frankie has to say.
She swats at the air with her free hand.
âNot at all, sugar,â she says, âCanât let a thing like empties get in the way of a date like this.â
You smile at her and bite your tongue, feeling hot. A blush begins to claw up your cheeks as she winks at you both and swings away. Had she not seen Santi? And - fuck - now how do you brush this off with Frankie? How do you stop where this is going?
You turn your eyes back to him, and he hasnât even flushed at the insinuation. Instead, he bites his lip, something which sends a jolt of heat to the space between your thighs. He scratches the back of his neck, and rushes out in a lowered voice that even though heâs busy with work at the moment, heâd like to make it right -
âIâd really love to take you out this weekend.â
Your stomach plummets to your feet. Fuck.Â
Tears of frustration prickle in your eyes. A lump of panic settles in your throat, and you almost feel like you could run out of the bar. Why is he doing this now?
You take a deep breath and try to form the kindest smile, the most apologetic furrow in your brows that you can.
âFrankie,â you breathe, and already his face begins to fall. You lean across the table and take one of his massive hands. âIâd have loved to, but -â
He shakes his head quickly, trying to draw his hand back.
âItâs okay,â he begins, âFuck, Iâm sorry. I must have just misread - I didnât mean - I donât want you to feel -â
But his interruption only serves to further spark the surge of irritation. You squeeze his hand tighter so he canât rip it away and utter his name harshly. He stops immediately, his eyes whipping back to yours. Something stirs in you at his immediate obedience.
âListen to me,â you say, shaking off your traitorous thoughts. âIâd have loved to. But I - I literally just started seeing someone, and I -â you break off, groaning in frustration, âI donât know if itâs serious, or if itâs exclusive, but heâs great, and I donât want anyone - especially you - to get hurt by me being selfish or not knowing where things are at.â You huff out a breath and meet his eye. He looks disappointed, upset even - but worst of all he looks understanding, almost grateful that you donât want him to get caught up in this complex knot of wanting.Â
âFrankie,â you say softly, and try to smile, âI mean this in the least⊠damaging way. If you had asked me three weeks ago, when we were here last, Iâd have said yes. In a heartbeat.â
Maybe it does make you an asshole. Maybe it does make you selfish. But it feels important in this moment to make sure that Frankie understands - you like him. You wanted him.
Itâs just timing.Â
Frankie grimaces.
âFuck.â He hisses. And when he tries to withdraw his hand this time, you let him. But you donât look away.Â
A low light flickers in his eye. Something close to anger, you think - at himself, or at you, youâre not sure.
âIs it -â he begins, âIs it Pope?â
âPope?â You ask, confused. Frankie shakes his head.
âSanti. Is it Santi?â
You bark a laugh. You canât help it.
âSanti? Your Santi?â you ask, bewildered. Frankieâs cheeks heat again. You want to put a pin in that, the flush at your, but your brain is suddenly so riddled with dredged up questions you can hardly order them.
âWhat do you mean, Frankie?â you ask, exasperated.
Frankie shakes his head again, realising his mistake, but you are beyond dropping the topic.
âFrankie,â you say, stern this time. âWhat do you mean?â
Frankie whips his cap off, runs an agitated hand through his hair, shifts his gaze around the bar for the other man.
âHe - he likes you, too,â he says. âI was worried - worried heâd beat me to it âcos I didnât ask before I went away. He said it was taking me too long to do - to gather the confidence to ask you -â Now Frankie barks a laugh. âBut it looks like we were both too late.â
You shake your head, the cogs in your brain turning slowly. How Santi looked at you was no secret. But if what Frankie was saying about how Santi felt was true, why had he introduced you to Joel? And if that was true, had you misunderstood what Santi said about him and Frankie? You feel your mouth open and close, but Frankie takes your silence to ask you another question.
âWho is it?â
âWhat?â
âWho is it?â
You splutter over your answer, hesitating, stalling -
âFrankie, how the fuck would you know?â
Because he would. And, rightly or wrongly, that panics you a little.
âIs it someo-â
You cut him off, holding up your palm.
âFrankie -â you press a hand to your throat, feeling your rapid pulse. Fuck it. âI thought - I thought Santi was interested in you.â
Frankie chokes on his breath.
He stares at you, calculating something, breathing heavily.
âItâs not - weâre not -â he fumbles. You slouch back in your seat. Frankieâs eyes flutter closed. âWe fuck around sometimes. And sometimes - sometimes other people -â You groan, your head tipping back against the leather. Your head is spinning. âBut we wouldnât - I wouldnât - fuck. I donât want you to think that thatâs what this is about -â Frankie splays his hands in front of you. âGod,â he says, âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. I donât know how to explain any of this.â
The room suddenly feels too warm. You cradle your head in your hands, and stare at the way the table swims beneath you. What the fuck is happening?
You glance up at Frankie, but heâs watching you so intensely, so much concern and panic and want in his eyes that it makes you feel claustrophobic.
âI need some air.â You mumble across the table, and stumble out of the booth on unsteady legs. From the corner of your eye, you see Santi begin to cross the floor to return to the booth with drinks in his hands, see him watch you trip across the bar. In the back of your brain, you hear him call your name, but your hands are already on the handle of the front door, pushing it open and feeling the cool night air hit your clammy skin.
What the fuck is going on?
You fumble in your pocket for your phone and find Joelâs contact. You want to go home, and you want his help to forget about this. And, you think, you should probably ask whether he had any idea about Santi, or Frankie, or Santi and Frankie.Â
The call with Joel is quick, and he sounds appropriately concerned without needing to hear any details. He tells you to stay in view of the bar and to not move a muscle, and that heâll be there in 10. You hope he can make it in five.
Heâs too slow. After seven minutes, Frankie bursts out of the bar, Santi quickly following him.
âFish -â Santiâs calling, but he catches himself when he sees you still standing there. Frankie screeches to a halt, too.
The three of you stare between each other, eyes wide, like youâre waiting for a bomb to go off.Â
Frankie says your name before you shake your head - rushing out a not now, Frankie just as Joelâs pickup peels into the parking lot.
Frankie canât see him with his back turned, but he sure does when Joel comes striding from behind the two men to stand at your side.
âEverything okay, baby?â he asks in his low, southern drawl, and you instinctively lift your mouth for a kiss before realising how cruel that would be.
Joel tenses as you withdraw, finally taking in the other two men.
âPope,â he says with a nod, and Santi smiles weakly back at him.
âFrankie,â Joel says a little softer, âItâs good to see you.â
âJoel.â Frankie says through his teeth, realisation burning in his eyes.Â
âHow ya doinâ, kid?â Joel asks him, placing a hand on your lower back. Frankie juts out his chin.
âFine. Great.â He says, âI was just leavinâ, actually.â Frankie whips his cap off, runs a hand through his hair. His jaw is set, angry. He shakes his head at the ground. âIâll see you guys around.â He says to no one in particular, turning on his heel and fleeing towards the car park.Â
Santi and Joel meet each othersâ eyes in some kind of understanding, and you look angrily between them. Being left out of the loop again was not feeling cute.
Joel sighs, wrapping his arm around your waist.
âCome on, sweetheart. Letâs get you home.â He murmurs, but you lurch out of his grasp and turn on the two of them. They watch you, surprised.
âNo,â you say, âNu-uh. We arenât going anywhere until one of you tells me what the fuck is going on.â
Joel and Santi look at each other, expressions unreadable.Â
Santi shakes his head.
âCome back inside,â he says, turning back to the bar entrance, âWeâre gonna need more beers for this.â
---
When you get down to the root of it, the truth isnât even that complex. Thatâs the laughable part.
The long and short of it is this. One: Pope knew Frankie liked you. But he knew Frankie moved slow. And heâd gotten tired of watching, of knowing heâd be a dick if he made a play instead. And he cares about you, his friend. Wants to see you happy. Enter Joel. Two: Santi and Frankie fooled around while they were in Delta Force. Itâs not a secret, but itâs never really been discussed. Sometimes they still fool around, but itâs been less frequent as theyâve gotten older. As they date other people. Three: Sometimes, when those other people theyâre dating are willing, they bring them in, and they all have fun together.Â
Something Santi would have been fine with if you were his. Something Frankie was less cool with doing if heâd made his move.Â
Santi admits that heâs likely just been a dick throughout the whole thing. You make him promise to do better over another beer. He does. He also now knows not to cock block his best buddy with a mutual friend.
And Joel feels kinda bad about that. Not bad enough to pump the brakes with you, but uncomfortable, sure. Heâs had Frankie round for barbecues, he likes the guy. Heâs sorry he whisked you away from him. But not sorry enough.
Joel hasnât been involved in any of Frankie and Santiâs adventures, but itâs something heâs played around with before. Heâs had threesomes, but he doesnât really volunteer more than that. The thought ignites something deep in your belly and you file it away for another day, a different conversation.
Once itâs all explained and youâre laughing together again, everything feels fine. Normal.
Except you donât see Frankie for weeks afterwards.
You drop him a text every now and again, just wanting to know whether heâs okay, but you hear nothing back. Santi tries to assure you that youâve done nothing wrong. Thereâs nothing for you to worry about.
But it still sits uneasy in your gut.
You see Joel almost every day. And Santi once a week.Â
The three of you meet for beers in a different bar from the one Santi meets Frankie, Will and Benny in - your bar. And you have fun.Â
It never goes beyond touches with Santi, though you find yourself wishing more and more often that it would. He rests a hand on your thigh under the table, his thumb swiping patterns over your flushed skin. Sometimes he has an arm flung around the back of your seat, sometimes rubbing the back of your neck, sometimes tucking hair behind your ear. He watches and stares and smiles and laughs at you and Joel, and you watch back with delighted curiosity. You like the way he makes you squirm while you sit next to the older man. And Joel loves to watch you squirm, too.
He loves getting you home and finding your panties soaked with arousal. He loves swiping two of his thick fingers through your folds with the front door barely closed, his hand shoved down the front of your jeans, your back arched already, a needy whine heavy in the back of your throat. He loves talking you through the things heâd like to watch Santi do to you, how good he knows youâd be for the two of them, how well behaved, how youâd take, take, take it, and how proud heâd be to show you off. My girl. He growls as he fucks into you at night. My girl.
And it suits you, how giving, how generous Joel is.Â
Seems to suit Santi, too.
At some point ideas had been swapped between you and Joel - some thinly disguised remark dropped by him over dinner one night had led to you picking at the thread and grinding him down over three days, trying to get to the bottom of it. He liked to share, heâd said. He liked to watch. He liked the control, and the pride, and the possession of it all. And goddammit, you liked the sound of it, too. Because after serious discussion - serious boundaries, limits, run throughs of possible scenarios, you talked through people who you wouldnât mind trying it with.
And there was obvious one name you both settled on.
Santi.
And well, given his history, it didnât take too long for you to convince him to join you.
And if it hadn't been for Santiâs suggestion, his knowledge, his understanding of his best friend, thereâs a chance Frankieâs name wouldnât have come up at all. Youâre not sure if youâd have dared, considering how things were left. But, lo and behold, it does, and along with it the chance for him to see exactly what he's missing out on.Â
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All the rules have been arranged for tonight, but the most important one, which you must remember, is that Frankie is not allowed to touch you.
At all. At any point.Â
You and Joel head to the usual bar to meet Santi and Frankie for drinks. You make sure to wear a dress which clings to your curves, dips at your cleavage, and settles just high enough on your thigh to be bordering on acceptable. And it must be more than acceptable, because Joel threatens to fuck you out of it three times before you leave the house.
It must be acceptable, because Santi cannot keep his eyes or his hands off you when you arrive at the venue, and Frankie from across the table cannot regain control of his jaw.
They both look good - you all look good - Joel with his hair combed back, a deep green flannel on, Santi in all black - and suddenly all you want to do is call the drinks off now and just head back to Joelâs. But the patience, the build up is critical. Itâs foreplay.
Instead, you lean back in your chair, sipping on your cocktail as you take in the three men.
The conversation flows easily after a while. Joel is a master at it, weaving questions in and out, making sure to put both you and Frankie at ease. Besides, itâs been a while since you last saw each other. Not that either of you were any less eager for him to be involved. Heâd been very keen, according to Santi.Â
Heâs in dark jeans and a tight navy blue t-shirt tonight, his trademark cap confining his curls. Heâs not dressed up, but heâs made an effort, and his shy looks across the table, his kind questions and easy jokes have begun healing the fractures of what happened weeks ago.
It doesnât hurt that he and Santi had a good, long talk, and that you then shared a sweet phone call.Â
All the same, he sits opposite you, unable to touch you for the rest of the night.
Instead, he just gets to watch as Joel presses kisses to your neck, pulls you into his chest, skates his hands over your thighs - anything he can get away with doing to turn you on. And Santi isnât far behind. Holding your hand on top of the table, bringing your knuckles to his lips, keeping a hand on your knee almost the entire time.
Your brain is a hot, buzzing mess by the time Santi checks his phone.
âItâs getting late.â He says, and you raise an eyebrow at him.
âEager, no?â You tease, trying - and failing - to cover the scent of your own desperate need.
âOf course,â Santi smirks over the rim of his glass, âBut Iâll take my time with you.â
You try to laugh but fall back into Joelâs shoulder at his words, and the older man chuckles. He kisses your forehead tenderly. Frankie watches hungrily from across the table, the dark void of his eyes flicking towards his watch, desperate to leave.Â
When you do, he walks at a distance behind the three of you. You smile to yourself and sway your hips a little more for his benefit. And you swear you get a low whine as your reward.
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Youâre quiet the whole way home, trying not to clench your thighs too hard or rock yourself against the seat. You're so desperate for friction, for relief, that itâs hard for you to concentrate on whatâs going on in the car. Hard for you to think of anything beyond Joelâs warm, heavy hand on your thigh as he drives.Â
He leans over to you halfway home, and whispers -
âYouâre quiet, baby. Everything okay?â
You flick a glance to him and find his eyes equal parts concerned and equal parts aflame. You smile.
âIâm trying to be good,â you murmur, âBut youâre making it very difficult.â
Joel dips his chin in a smirk and squeezes your thigh, his fingers drifting dangerously close to your panties. You squirm a little in your seat, and it goads him to drift his hand further until it catches at the lace of the gusset. You gasp at the feeling, a tiny whimper making its way out from your lips, and all conversation in the back of the truck grinds to a halt. Your cheeks heat, and you turn to look out the window again, clamping your lip beneath your teeth.
No one says a word the rest of the way home.
Once you're all home, a silence settles around you. Everybody wide eyed, geared up, on edge. Youâre not sure who to look at or what to say until Joel does it for you.
âUpstairs.â He commands, and everybody moves to follow him up the staircase. You keep your eyes on his broad back the whole way up, and once you reach the top, he holds his hand out behind him for you to grab. You do.
When you get to his bedroom door, Joel leads you in. You turn just as Santi crosses the threshold, as he pivots to Frankie behind him and says -
âKneel.â
Frankie glances at you, swallows, and returns his eyes to Santi. He drops down to his knees in the hallway.
âGood,â Santi murmurs, stepping forward to crouch down in front of him. âDo you remember the rules?â He asks Frankie.
The younger man nods, his eyes dropping to the floor.
âYes.â
Santi nods once.Â
âGood. Listen. And do not leave this spot.â
Santi straightens, turning his back on Frankie. You canât tear your eyes away from the sight of him on the floor - small, submissive - and you canât help the little gasp you let out as Santi steps towards you and closes the door slowly behind him, leaving just enough of a gap so that Frankie can hear everything that happens but watch none of it.Â
Joel skirts his fingers down your waist and presses a kiss just under your ear.
âYou ready, baby girl?â he rumbles. You turn your face to look at him over your shoulder, finding his eyes dark, a familiar power behind them. You nod.
âYes.â you say. He nods, pleased, twisting to kiss your mouth before guiding you towards Santi.
âGood,â he says. He turns and moves towards the armchair in the far corner of the room, sitting heavily in it.
Santi steps towards you and gently takes your face in his hands.
âYou okay?â He asks quietly. You nod.
âYeah,â you whisper, âAre you?âÂ
Santi nods, his eyes searching yours for a hint of hesitation. You try to open up your mind to show him the excitement, the want you feel. Satisfied, he licks his lips.
âCan I kiss you?â He asks. You nod again, and Santi leans forwards, capturing your mouth in hard, slow movement.
Santi means to make a study of you, you think. His tongue is everywhere, his teeth grazing over your bottom lip, his hands gentle and then needy, already figuring out exactly what it is that makes you tick. And to make it even worse, every time you take a moment to catch your breath, he has that fucking smirk on his face. Itâs infuriating, and you quickly need to find something which will wipe it off.
So you begin to undo his belt.
Pope huffs a chuckle against your lips, but doesnât stop the work your hands are doing. Instead, he matches it with his own fingers.Â
With deft movements, he slips a hand under your dress and finds his way to your panties, touching you through the fabric. You groan against his mouth, and he smiles, ghosting over your folds. Not to be out done, you slip your hand into his jeans and palm him over his boxers. He hums against you.
âAre we racing?â He asks.
You cock your head to the side.
âThought you wanted to take your time?â You quip back, and something flashes in his eyes.Â
He steps back.
âTake this off.â He says, tugging at the hem of your dress, and you pout at him.Â
âDoes that mean you take these off, too?â You ask, tugging at his jeans. Youâre pushing your luck, you know. But you think this might be easier if Santi undresses with you, if only to really see what you held in your hand.Â
Santi raises an eyebrow. âWeâll see,â he says, âBut you go first.â
You step back from him and glance at Joel, assessing. He nods at you, encouraging, and you pull your dress up and over your head. You stand before them in only your panties, and Santi takes a deep breath, biting his lip, smiling again.
âGorgeous, baby.â He says. And you feel it. The way this man looks at you makes you feel weak, giddy - like your core is on fire.Â
Santi steps towards you to kiss you again, making sure his hand returns to where it had been, ghosting over your underwear. You groan into his mouth, impatient now, and his teeth scrape at your chin as he clicks his tongue. In answer, he sweeps your panties to the side, and grazes two digits along your slit. You moan loudly again, and Santi groans up at the ceiling.
âFuck, querida.â He says, before stretching a thumb to your clit and sinking the two fingers deep inside you. You stumble against him as he begins to work you, breathing heavily against his clothed chest. You turn your face so your teeth can nip at his skin underneath.
âTake - this - off.â You hiss, and he laughs, slipping his fingers out of you with a groan to oblige. Santi removes his t-shirt quickly and chucks it somewhere across the room before pushing his jeans down and stepping out of them. He hurries to find purchase within your body once more, rocking you against him, curling his fingers deep inside you. His tongue returns to your mouth and you remember his hard cock in his boxers. You reach for it, but he blocks you with his arm. You whine.
âTan mojada ya, baby.â He drawls. Santi removes his fingers from where they were curling inside of you and brings them to your mouth, tapping your lips. You open for him, and he presses them in, allowing you to swirl your tongue over them. You clean off the scent of your heady arousal as Santi watches you. He presses them hard, once, against your tongue, and you open your mouth wide for him.Â
He retracts his fingers.
âGood girl,â he murmurs, and it goes straight to your cunt. You whimper a little, and he grins, stepping back and out of his boxers. âTake those off for me.â He says, motioning at your soaked panties. You almost trip in your eagerness to do so. He retreats backwards until his calves hit the mattress, and he sits down before laying back, getting comfortable.
Santi watches you from the bed, laid out on his back. His lips curl as you rake your eyes over him - hands folded behind his head, his biceps rounding by his ears, his firm, strong torso spattered with dark hair, and his long, hard cock, bobbing and drooling as he takes you in.
âCome here.â He says.Â
You begin a slow walk to the bed, hesitating only for a moment as you crawl onto it and towards him. He licks his lips as you come closer, and you bite your lip back.
You feel unsure without being given specific direction, but you know that Joel will put you right if you step a toe out of line. So you place a knee on either side of Santiâs hips, and sink your heat down onto him as he pulls you forward by the back of your neck, searching for your lips.
You start to move, to adjust to try and let him inside, before Joelâs voice cracks like a whip out of the corner.
âEither of us tell you you could fuck him yet?â He growls.
You try to draw your mouth away from Santi to give your response, but he clamps your bottom lip between his teeth so you can go no further. You whimper and shake your head.
âSo put your fuckinâ hips back down. Yâainât earned it yet.â
Santi lets your lip go and flops back against the sheets with a shit-eating grin. You lower your hips again and place both your palms on his stomach, pushing your tits together. He eyes them greedily, reaching out and flicking a thumb over each nipple. You feel your pout grow, your brows drawn tight together and your bottom lip swollen, jutting out almost comically. Santi catches a glimpse of your face, and puffs out a laugh.
âPoor baby,â he coos, âJust wanna get fucked, donât ya?â You nod pathetically, but donât dare move. He is achingly hard beneath you, his thick length resting perfectly between your folds. Santi lowers his hands from your nipples until he has them on your hips, and like heâs read your fucking mind, he begins to rock you back and forth.
A wanton, needy moan drools out of your mouth as your pussy wets him, fresh slick leaking out of your clenching hole. You wonder how much of this Frankie can hear.Â
Santi groans beneath you, watching the head of his cock disappear under you every time he slides you forwards. The pressure of him just against your lips is heady, and you watch as he guides you forwards just a little more, urges you to lean a little further forward until your clit catches on the head of his cock on every slide. You throw your head back, your fingers scratching at his torso, and he watches you. He whispers that you look so pretty like this, how he can feel you, look at how wet youâre making my cock, baby, can feel you twitchinâ on me already, angel. He guides you back and forth until you feel a heavy pressure begin to settle in your pussy, a burning beginning deep in your gut. Your moans become more frantic as you begin to plead with him, though youâre not sure what for.
âUse your words, baby,â Joel reminds you from his seat. âAsk Santi. Tell him what you need.â
You release a hot breath of air, biting your lip.
âGonna come, Santi,â you tell him breathlessly, âNeed to stop. Gonna come.â
But Santi just smiles sweetly up at you, his eyes heavy lidded. You pussy twitches, the knot pulling tighter. He reaches up with one hand and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.
âWhy would I want you to stop, angel?â He asks. You shake your head. You donât know. âTalk to me, baby.â He prompts.
âI donât know. Havenât been - fuck - told -â you whimper. He nods, swallows harshly.
âI want you to come,â he tells you, âI want you to come now, and then Iâm going to make you come again, and then as many more times as I see fit, do you understand?â
You groan and nod.
âYes, Santi.â
âGood girl,â he says. âAnd when Iâm done with you, Iâm gonna give you back to your daddy, and heâs gonna make you come as many times as he sees fit, too. Okay, baby?â
You clench around nothing, painfully, moving faster over Santiâs cock of your own accord.
âFuck. Yes, Santi.â
Santi settles his head back against the bed again, running his hands all over your body, anywhere he can touch you.
âGo on, baby,â he says, âUse me.â
Fuck, you groan out, tilting your hips to allow your clit to scrape down the underside of his cock at every pass. Without thinking, you lean so far forward that you plant a hand around the base of Santiâs throat to keep yourself upright, tightening your fingers over his pulse point. He lets out a strangled moan, his eyes fluttering closed, and you feel the pressure in your core build heavier and heavier until the white hot heat snaps. You throw your head back, coming with gasps of his name and loud moans, still rocking yourself back and forth, still squeezing over his neck.
Your vision is fuzzy and your breathing still feverish when Santi grabs at your fingers and pries them away from him. You flush at your carelessness, an Imsosorry rushing out as you stare at your hand in his. He shushes you tenderly, breathing deeply.
âSâokay, baby,â he says, âI like it. Donât have a problem with it.â He squeezes your hand, and then fixes you with a wicked, cruel look. âJust donât wanna come yet, thatâs all. Only so much a man can stand when I can feel you falling apart on top of me.â
You flush even deeper, leaning forward to bury your face in his neck, laving hot, open mouthed kisses along the hard muscle there. He groans and chuckles against you, kneading your ass.
âWant me to fuck you now, baby?â He murmurs into your ear.
You whine against him, lick across his jaw.
âYes, Santi,â you groan. âPlease fuck me.â
Santi grips the hair at the base of your neck to pull you away from him, and you let yourself be led. He slides you off him, and rests on his knees before you. Your eyes dip hungrily to his bobbing cock, shining with your come, tip an angry red, precum dripping down its length. It twitches under your gaze, and you lick your lips.Â
Santi chuckles again, his hand still buried in your hair.
âDirty fuckinâ girl.â He murmurs as he manipulates your body. âTurn around,â he says, âHands and knees, baby.â You follow his directions, turning on the bed towards Joel before planting your limbs and curving your spine, angling your ass in the air. Youâre not sure where you should look until Santi releases your hair and leans over your back, a hand on your hip.
âLook at your daddy,â he says into your ear, gripping your chin softly to angle your head. You look at Joel through heavy lidded eyes, only to find his are similar. âKeep your eyes on him.â
Joel is still fully dressed in the chair, head heavy against the back of it. His legs are spread wide, a hand on either arm, fingers spread and clenched slightly against the fabric. His jaw is tense, and you can see how his jeans strain over his cock - fully hard by the looks of it. You moan into the sheets as you watch him watch you. Santi kneels behind you, running his hands over your soft skin, as he dips two fingers through your folds, swearing softly.
âSheâs so wet, Joel.â He whispers, and Joelâs eyes leave yours momentarily to see Santi hold his fingers up to the light, coated in slick. Joelâs hips move slightly, bucking into nothing, and he barely manages to grunt out a response. You wonder again how much of this Frankie can hear behind the door, whether heâs straining in his jeans just as Joel is, whether his ear is pressed against the crack just so he can hear what Santi is whispering to you both.
Pope grips one of your hips, and uses his other hand to line himself up at your entrance. He uses his tip to spread your slick around a little more until you whine again, fisting the sheets.
âPlease, Santi, please -â
And he needs no more encouragement, sinking all the way in on the first thrust. You cry out into the mattress, your sounds coming out choked, overwhelmed as he sets a relentless pace.
âFuck, baby,â he hisses out behind you, neither of you able to get more words out.Â
You quickly lose yourself to the feel of him pumping in and out, every part of you wound up tight, hot. You can feel yourself squeezing him already, making his hips stutter. Joel notices, too. You wonder whether he remembers Frankie is outside, as well, because he manages to force out in a low grumble -
âHow does she feel?â
Santi gathers your hair up in a fist, bringing your face up from the sheets just so they can hear you better. He grits his teeth, tries to stutter out his answer -
âSo - fucking - good -â and at this, a delicious smile sweeps across Joelâs face. Heâs proud. You moan even louder and manage to garble out a daddy, which makes him positively grin.
âAtta girl, baby,â he says to you, before turning back to Santi, âJust good?â
You and Santi both hear the prod in his words, and it shoots another thrill through you to remember just how much control Joel has; how he wants him to tell him what he already knows, to prove that his worth.
âNot just good,â Santi groans, âFuckinâ perfect. So tight. So warm. Sheâs clenchinâ me already, makinâ me feel like a fuckinâ teenager,â he laughs around a puff of air, before leaning back into you. âTĂłmatelo con calma, hermosa - quiero que esto dure.â You moan again at his words, as they spark the opposite of their desired effect.
âShit,â Santi chuckles out, âGod, Joel. Pussy like Iâve never felt. And so responsive, too.â To prove his point Santi lands a firm smack on your ass and you yelp, pulsing around him, biting your lip. He moans behind you. âDonât know how you ever get anything done,â he bites out, âIâd never be able to leave her alone.âÂ
You glow under Santiâs praise and Joelâs warming stare, and push yourself up loosely onto your elbows as Santi returns both of his hands to your hips. You push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
âJesus Christ,â Santi gasps, before reaching around you to rub desperately at your clit. Your moans bounce off the walls, sharp gasps and whines melting into begging -
âPlease, Santi - fuck - oh my god, oh my god, please - âm so close. So close -â
âGonna come again, baby?â He coos from above you. You nod furiously.
âYes,â you gasp out, âGod, please Santi, fuckinâ me so good -â
With a grunt, Santi hauls you upwards so your back is flush against his chest. He fucks into you harshly, fingers still working your clit, his other hand pinching and twisting a nipple as he kisses and bites his way along your neck, you shoulder, below your ear.
âGood girl,â he says, and your head dips back onto his shoulder, mouth open in a sob because he feels so good -Â
Santi grips your chin again, yanking your face down and towards Joel.
âLook at your daddy,â he snaps at you, âYou look at your daddy when you come for me.â
And you do. You can barely keep your eyes open as your body gives out, loud, broken moans escaping your mouth, Santi and daddy alternating somewhere in there as Santi fucks you through it, fingers still on your clit as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder -
âGood - fucking - girl.â
And you see even Joelâs eyes close momentarily, his hands clenching to fists on the arms of the chair, a growl of desperation only you can hear tumbling out of his chest.
Santi is relentless as he chases his own release, but youâre so tight around him that he refocuses his efforts.
âAgain, baby,â he orders, âGive me another. I can feel it. Come on. Itâs right there. You gotta give it to me, hermosa -â
But you whine against him, twitching, trembling, sobbing through the overstimulation, unsure where the boundary between pleasure and pain is. You shake your head, try to catch your breath.
âToo much, Santi, too much,â you cry, âCanât - donât know -â
âYou can, baby,â he breathes, voice like steel, and you whimper. That tone so similar to Joelâs, how he knows, how now Santi knows, that you can.
At his insistence, you tumble off the cliff again, weakly calling his name as a gush of arousal spills onto his lap, as you pulse and contract around his cock. He releases a strangled groan, his hips stuttering, his breathing heavy. He peers over your shoulder at Joel.
âWhere do you want it?â he gasps.
âInside her.â Joel growls, and you moan again as Santi sheathes himself to the hilt and comes and comes and comes. You feel him fill you, his dick pulsing and twitching deep in your pussy, and he sags as he begins to leak out. You both hit the mattress, Santi just about propping himself up on his elbows so he doesnât crush you. You both breathe heavily for a second, until he moves your hair from your face and touches your cheek.
âYou okay?â he rasps, throat dry. You chuckle breathily.
âYes.â You sigh. Santi licks his lips and laughs quietly, too, shifting gently to slip out of you. You both groan, trying to catch your breath again. Your limbs are liquid, your body heavy, and somewhere in your dazed state you feel him dip a kiss to your shoulder blade before using his tongue to soothe the bite mark heâd left earlier.
You turn your face towards him as you feel his weight leave the bed. He smiles at you, muttering something about getting himself cleaned up before gesturing to the opposite way you're facing. You turn your head to find Joel, pulled to his full height, standing at the foot of the bed, still fully fucking clothed.
You slowly rise to your knees on the mattress, and Joel smiles at you, lifting a hand to settle against your cheek. You lean into it, turning your head to kiss his palm.
âYou okay, baby?â he asks softly.
âYes, daddy.â You breathe.
He nods, pleased.
âGood. On your knees, on the floor for me, baby girl.â He says.
You pull your languid limbs off the bed and settle on your knees on the floor, waiting patiently for him. You rest your palms on top of your thighs, tingling and relaxed, and wait for your instruction. It comes before Santi even leaves the bathroom.Â
âMouth.â Joel says, and you shuffle forward towards him, hungry hands grappling with his belt as he chuckles down at you. âMy eager girl.â And you shine a blinding smile up at him.Â
You whip his belt off, launch it across the room, and make quick work of the button and zipper, pulling his jeans down his thighs so just his boxers are left. You lick your teeth at the sight of his barely contained cock, the front of his underwear stretched, the tip of his dick peeking from above his waistband, leaking and swollen. You rise up on your knees as you reach for the band, lifting your eyes to Joelâs as you pull his underwear down, smiling again as one of his big hands comes to rest at the back of your head, impatient already.Â
His boxers and jeans pulled down, you take Joel into your hand, pumping him gently before pulling the tip to your mouth, blowing on it lightly before pressing a kiss to the weeping slit. Joel sucks a breath in through his teeth, and presses his hips forward, sinking his cock past your lips. You take him gratefully, opening as wide as you can, your tongue soft and firm against him, tracing and twirling as you hollow your cheeks.
âSo good tâme.â Joel breathes out, pushing a little further, just to hit the back of your throat and hear you choke lightly. You moan around his length, your eyelids flickering shut as he begins to fuck your throat slowly, making sure to feel every inch you allow him access to.
Santi emerges from the bathroom, and he canât help but grin as he takes in the sight of you on your knees before Joel, swiping a hand over his mouth to try and hide his mirth. You flutter your eyelashes at him, and he shakes his head before crossing the room to sit in the chair Joel was in before. He crosses an ankle over his knee, leaning back to watch you both.Â
You hum around Joel and begin to bob up and down his length, using your fist to pump what you donât have the patience to take in your mouth. Joel tangles his fingers in your hair and groans as he feels your tongue dip into his slit, slip over the sensitive spot on the underside of his head.Â
âFuckinâ hell,â he grunts, âPutting on a show for Santi, are we?â
You smile wickedly around his cock, before taking him all the way to the base on your own. You hold your head there as long as possible as Joel chokes out moan after moan, and from behind you Santi mumbles -
âFuck, Joel. Sheâs leaking all over the floor.â
Joel huffs out a breath, pulling you off his cock. He peers down at you, eyes dark.
âAre you, baby?â He asks.
You wiggle your ass to feel what even you hadnât noticed, too caught up in sucking his dick. A small puddle of you and Santi has been dripping down onto the hardwood where you kneel. More slick pulses out of you at the realisation.
âYes, daddy,' you sigh, and Joelâs eyes roll up into his head. He yanks your hair roughly to bring you to your feet.
âGet up,â he snarls, âAnd get on the bed.â
Joel all but throws you back on to the mattress, and it happens in such a rush that you wonder if youâve done something wrong. You wrack your brain as Joel undresses before you, his eyes scouring your body, taking in the marks, the bruises already forming, how your hair is wet with sweat at the roots, how your pussy still drips onto the sheets -Â
And then you get it. Joel is getting off on it - on the thought of you being full, used, wanted, shown off -
Once he is down to just his skin, he crawls over you, lifting and pushing your hips to move you up the bed. He dips his head to lick and kiss and bite at your neck, and your hands flutter around him, touching him everywhere. His back, his arms, his neck, his face, scraping your nails down his exposed skin. He makes his way to your mouth, devouring you - all tongue and teeth until he rears back to look at you, sprawled and gorgeous below him.Â
âSo beautiful, baby,â he groans, âSo perfect like this. Open your mouth for me.â You do as he says, flattening your tongue out against your lower lip for good measure. He groans again, and then leans forward to spit in your mouth. You swallow it down hungrily.
âThank you, daddy.â You say, and he leans back down to kiss you again before retracing down your neck, your collarbones, your breasts -
âSuch a good girl, rememberinâ your manners,â he grumbles, âSo good, takinâ Santi, look so good when youâre takinâ his cock.â You whimper as he bites down on each of your nipples, soothing them with open-mouthed kisses. He kisses down your stomach, around your heat, nipping the inside of your thighs, making sure to leave marks, breathing hotly onto your skin.
âBut now youâve made a mess, baby, havenât you?â He says. You mewl at the ceiling, clutching the sheets around you as Joel blows on your clit, hovering just above where you need him. âWords, baby.â He reminds you, with a sharp slap to your thigh.
âYes, daddy.â You cry.
âAnd what do we do when we make a mess?â He asks.
âClean it up, daddy.â You pant.
âGood girl,â he coos, âGood girl.â Before he licks a fat, hot stripe from your leaking hole up to your clit.
You gasp at the sensation, your back arching off the bed, the coil in your stomach already wound impossible tight, every part of your body still so sensitive. Joel works with abandon at your pussy, flattening his tongue to lap at you, tasting the mixture of you and Santi, slurping around your opening before focusing his efforts on your bundle of nerves, sharpening his tongue to work it in tight circles, then figure eights. Your hips buck strongly against him, and he secures a forearm against your lower belly to stop you struggling. He hums against you as your hand winds its way into his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp.
âDaddy, daddy, daddy, so good - fuck - so good - tongue feels so good, baby -â You babble to him, to yourself, and Joel lowers his mouth, working his tongue inside you, grinding his nose against your clit. Your shoulders shoot off the bed, and you pull his hair now, biting a curse between your teeth. Joel doesnât let up for a second, just moves his forearm so he can force your upper body back down onto the bed. Your fingers loosen their grip on his hair, coming up instead to scrub at your face as moan after moan escapes you.
A groan echoes from the chair, and you flick your gaze behind you to see Santi watching greedily, palming himself through his boxers. The sight only serves to work you up more, your core tightening and tightening and tightening, an unbearable heat settling where Joelâs tongue is, but you need him deeper -
âYou close, baby?â He mumbles against you.
âY-es.â You force out, as he pinches your clit between his lips.
âWhat do you need?â He asks.
âFuck - your fingers, Joel, please -âÂ
Joel obliges, slipping one, and then two digits into your cunt easily, fucking them in and out as he licks again at your nub, swirling and sucking and lapping -
âCome on, baby,â he groans, âGive me what I want.â
The forearm he has braced against your middle barely keeps your back on the bed as you come, hard and loud against his tongue. Your whole body twitches, so warm, as he laps and laps and laps at you, as you beg him to stop, to let you breathe for just a second - but he doesnât, he never does, just eats until heâs had his fill, until heâs satisfied.Â
When he lifts his head from between your thighs, his beard and cheeks are glistening with your come. He releases his grip on you and begins to crawl upwards again, and you clamp your thighs shut to stop him from provoking anymore overstimulation. He laughs down at you, kneeling back to yank your legs back open with his strong hands.
âWeâre not done with you, yet, baby,â he coos, âI ainât had all my fun.â
You shake your head at him, pitiful, your lower lip jutting out. He pouts back at you.
âYou donât want daddyâs cock, darlinâ?â He asks. You canât even find it in you to hesitate.
âI do,â you cry, âJust donât wanna be touched anymore.â
Joel nods at your words, strokes your cheek, kisses your forehead.
âItâs okay, baby girl,â he murmurs, âI wonât touch you if you donât want me to. Wonât make you come again if you donât want to.â Liar. He knows just as well as you do what his cock does to you. But still, he pauses, makes sure youâre looking at him. âCan I still have this pussy, angel?â
You blink up at him. Something warm curls in your stomach. Relief, you think, that heâs heard you, understands - that you know - even with Santi and Frankie here - you could stop this at any time.
âYes, daddy.â You say.Â
He smiles, wraps you up in a tender kiss.
âThank you, sweetheart.â He murmurs as he lines himself up at your entrance, and begins to sink in.
Joel tugs at the backs of your thighs, hitching them to your chest so he can watch as he splits you open. His eyes flick from your cunt to your face, the glistening slit stretching to accommodate him and the way your jaw falls loose in a silent âoâ, your brows brunched, your eyes rolling and falling shut. The slip of him is sinful tonight - your orgasms leaving your body like jelly, Santiâs cock preparing you for Joelâs thickness. But he still moves toe-curlingly slow, inch after inch after inch providing a delicious stretch. He groans as he feels you flutter and tense and contract around him, still unable to breathe, unable to speak. Only he can get you like this - not a babble slipping past your lips, unable to do anything but feel him. Joel pants, moaning again as he bottoms out, tip kissing your cervix. He runs a finger over your cheek, letting you adjust further.
âTalk to me, baby,â he urges.
He rocks his hips back and forth, no more than an inch, but it punches out the breath you were holding.
âFuck, Joel,â the whisper all you can get out. He smiles at you.
âYeah, angel?â
âSo big.â you breathe, shifting your hips so he can sink even further in.
âThere she is,â he huffs, pulling out again, âThereâs my girl.â
Joel rocks forward again, and you cry out around him, the noise setting him off into a languid pace which allows him to hit every single spot inside you. You canât bear to touch your own body, frightened of sending yourself into the void, but you do touch Joel. You clutch at his biceps, his tight forearms, nails leaving little crescent moons wherever you grip. You tangle your fingers in his salt and pepper curls, swipe the lines on his forehead, the stubble on his cheeks. He twists his head to kiss and suck at your thumb, and you mewl at him, eyes wide and glassy, so full of him you donât know what to do.
Youâre barely aware, even, of the slick sound of skin and Santiâs soft groans as he works his cock in the chair, caught up in the intensity of you and Joel fucking, his chest flushed and shining with sweat.Â
Thereâs still not a noise, not a peep from the other side of the door.
All you can hear is Joel; his deep breathing, low grunts and moans, his whispered praises, and the startlingly wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of you. You canât stop the contractions that build inside you, and every time one ripples through your pussy Joelâs head drops a little lower towards your chest.Â
Your orgasm feels deafeningly close and impossibly strong, brought on by every shift of Joelâs dick. You try to breathe through it, your moans getting louder, soaking the room with sound, but itâs hopeless.Â
Joel dips his head to kiss you softly, swallowing your sounds for just a minute. When he pulls away, you teeter on the edge, everything feeling heavy and blurred and blazingly good.
âJoel.â You whisper urgently.
âI know, baby,â he says, âI can feel it. Youâre taking it so well, sweet girl. So good fâme. I know it feels good. You can let go. You can do it. Come on.â
You all but scream against him, your orgasm ripping through your body, every muscle on fire. Your legs shake and your arms tighten around his neck as you shiver and twitch around him, and he moans, long and loud, like youâve never heard him do before.Â
As he fucks you through it, the relief, the pleasure catches up with you, and tears swell and pour out of your eyes.
âSo good,â you sob, âSo good daddy, God -â
Joel coos back at you. âAtta girl, baby. Knew you could do it. Knew you could give me one more. And it was so pretty, baby.â he grins at you, before picking up his pace. You whine beneath him.
ââS okay,â he promises, âWhere do you want me, darlinâ?â and you huff at him, as if you could ever give a different answer.
âInside. Come inside me.â You say. And Joel crowds you out, pushing all the way in so youâre moaning again, pumping in the deepest part of you as his hips flex against yours, his head in your shoulder. You stroke his curls, breathing deeply as he relaxes.Â
âJesus Christ,â he mumbles against your skin. He pulls his head away, blinking. You giggle up at him.
âYâalright?â you ask, and he smiles back.
âFuckinâ moreân alright,â he laughs, âAre you?â
âYeah,â you say, âReal good.â
Joel slides himself out of you, both grunting at the loss, and he flicks a look over your shoulder.
âYou good, Pope?â He asks, grinning at the other man. You twist your head to look at him too, giggling again when you take in his fucked out face, exhausted in the corner, his stomach covered in come. Santi canât help but grin back.
âYeah, great.â he answers wryly, and you giggle even more.
Joel laughs with you, rolling onto his back and pulling you against his shoulder, kissing your hair.
âDid so good, baby.â he reminds you again as you feel him begin to dribble out of you.
Santi stands with a groan, and makes his way back towards the bathroom, muttering something about having to clean himself up again.Â
You press your face to Joelâs neck with a smile, leaving soft kisses, only coming away when you hear the jingle of a belt buckle. Santi is dressing at the end of the bed, just short of pulling his top on. You frown at him.
âYouâre leaving?â you ask. He looks up, smirking again.
âNot yet, querida,â he says, âJust cold. Besides, thereâs still someone we need to look after.âÂ
You watch him as he buckles his belt with baited breath, curious as to how this will play out. You arenât sure what exactly will happen next - whether Frankie will come in, or who will⊠deal with him. Your breath hitches in your throat before Joel answers your questions for you.
âGo check on Frankie, baby girl,â he murmurs, stroking your hair back. You bury your face in his chest again, and breathe in deeply. You scrunch the sheets at his waist in your fist, and Santi chuckles at your reluctance to leave the bed. You plant a kiss to Joelâs exposed skin before pulling yourself away to sit up on the bed. Planting your feet and gathering your strength before standing. You pick up Joelâs flannel from the floor and slip your arms into it, bundling yourself against the chill you now also feel as you pad towards the door. You feel Joel and Santiâs eyes on you, silent, assessing.
When you reach the bedroom door, you touch it gingerly, breathing deeply. You feel⊠nervous. How would Frankie react to everything heâd heard? You knew heâd done things like it before, but you knew you would be so⊠angry. Jealous and frustrated. You bite your lip, and slowly pull the door back.
Frankie is exactly where Santi left him, on his knees a step back from the threshold. Your breath catches in your throat as you take him in.
At some point during it all, he'd removed his cap. Itâs tossed on the floor a few feet away, and his hair is⊠fucked. Strands stick out on all sides, his curls mussed and frazzled. Sweat is gathered at his temples, and his skin has a warm, glossy sheen to it. All across his face, right down to the hollow of his throat peeking above his t-shirt. His lips are swollen and bitten, wet with spit as his tongue pokes out to lick them again at the sight of you, and his eyes⊠Eyes so dark theyâre almost black, pupils blown so wide they just sparkle back at you. Deep, dangerous, and hungry.Â
Heâs ravenous as he looks you up and down - your smooth skin, naked thighs, bare pussy - still dripping with come - up to your exposed tits, bitten and bruised, your neck, your face⊠totally fucked out, swollen lips, smudged makeup, your own blown out eyes. He moans as he takes you in, and you go weak at the knees at the sight of his hands raking up and down his jean-clad thighs. His dick is straining against the denim, against the claw of his zipper, and as you look closer, you see a wet patch much larger than just precum darkening the fabric. Your cheeks flush at the sight, at the knowledge - Frankie had come in his pants just listening to the three of you.
You breathe out shakily and get to your knees, so close to him you're almost touching. You reach a hand out to cup his cheek, and he leans into it, breathing in and out deeply, closing his eyes.
âYou okay, baby?â You ask him softly, voice low. Frankie groans again.
âYes.â He croaks out.Â
You donât know if youâre allowed, but you figure youâll find out soon enough. You lean forward, tits spilling out of Joelâs shirt, and place your hands on his thighs. His breathing sputters, and his head drops forward, but not before you can catch his lips in a sweet, soft kiss. Just like youâve wanted to, for so long.Â
He sighs against you, lips seeking yours. But he seems so exhausted, so on edge, that he can hardly pour any fire into it. His tongue searches your mouth, almost like a plea.Â
Please. Please.
As though he hears it too, Joel says quietly from the bed -
âHelp him, baby.â
You pull away from Frankieâs kiss and lean your forehead to his.
âWhat do you need?â You whisper.Â
He looses a ragged sigh, too turned on to even know himself.
âCan I touch you?â He breathes.
You nod, and he reaches out his hands - carefully, gently - to skirt over and up your waist, to touch your stomach, to skate over your tits. You wince, once, as he traces over one of your nipples, and he freezes. You smile shyly at him.
âItâs okay,â you whisper, ââM just sore.â He nods, and continues to touch, caressing your neck, thumbing your jaw, your cheekbone, stroking your brow. Heâs so tender, so Frankie, that you feel tears well behind your eyelids. As though he can sense it, tell the gravity of the moment, he drops his hands, skirting them along your thighs, drifting towards your hips, thumbs rubbing the sides of your tummy, before creeping towards your heat.
âIs this okay?â He asks.
âYes.â You sigh, this time against his mouth, drawing his lips back to yours.Â
When Frankie dips one of his hands to sweep through your folds, you both moan. Low and long against each other.Â
âFuck,â he breathes against you, stalling. Slowly, slowly, he brings his coated fingers to his mouth, so close to you that you can smell it, the mix of you and Joel and Santi, and he slips the digits between his lips. He holds your eye the whole time, devouring, tongue swiping over every knuckle, every valley, until theyâre clean. He releases them with a pop. You groan, wanting him, impossibly, and you ask again.
âWhat do you need, Frankie?â
âYou.â He says. Frankie swoops forward again to kiss you, one hand now at the back of your head, one back between your legs, gathering the mess between your thighs. You rock against his hand as he parts you, feels you, and you reach forward for his belt, his button, his zipper, undoing all three in record time. You slip a hand into his jeans, under his boxers, impatient to feel him, all of him, and he gasps against you, stilling his movements. He groans your name, almost in warning.Â
âItâs okay,â you tell him, stroking his hair soothingly, âYouâve waited so long, Frankie. Itâs okay.â
You take your hand out from his pants, and join his at your pussy, just for a moment, just to collect whatâs left and whatâs already pooling from you again, before returning your hand to his cock, using the combined juices to move your hand easily up and down. Frankie moans brokenly against you, his body slumping forwards.Â
You canât see him like this, but you can feel him - and Frankie is big. Not quite as big as Joel, but thicker and pulsing against your palm, already wet from his come and what you have just provided him. You swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting his precum to spread down his length, and he jerks against you at the movement.Â
âFuck, baby,â he whispers, âI canât, Iâm not gonna last, hermosa -â
You shush him again, kissing at his temple, his brow, his cheek, before nudging to his lips.
âItâs okay, Frankie,â you say again. âI want you to come. You deserve to come. Youâve been so good for us.âÂ
And itâs all Frankie needs as he moans loudly against your lips, body seizing and relaxing harshly against yours as he spills himself over your fist, over his jeans, over your thighs and the top of your mound. There is so much of him itâs almost comical, and you laugh softly as he finally starts to relax.
He looks up at you shyly, questioningly.
âLook at you, Frankie,â you breathe, and he flushes right to the tops of his ears. âSo good.â You murmur.
âAll for you,â he whispers so only you can hear. He holds your gaze, trying to communicate everything heâs been thinking behind that door. âAll for you.â
You lean forward and kiss him again. Try to forget, for now, the scratch of those unanswered questions, what it could all mean. Later.
âCome on,â you say, taking his hand and rising from the floor. He follows and returns your smile. âLet's get you cleaned up.â
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Halftime Show
Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Dave York, Frankie Morales, Marcus Moreno x f!sexworker!reader (lucky girl)
Word count: 2.7K
Summary: you're an escort hired for a private Super Bowl party hosted by a mysterious client and his four friends
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, reader's work name is "Angel", reader is a sex worker, mildly dubious consent (though she does state that the men can do as they want, it's her first experience in sex work), rough sex (but no violence done to reader), group sex, threesome to sixsome, oral sex (f & m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, double p in v, anal sex & fingering, multiple penetration, hand jobs, face fucking, facial, verbal abuse/humiliation, squirting, swallowing, creampie, spitroasting, reader gets slapped w/a dick for a bit, porn without plot, you know.. all the sweet stuff.
Author's Note: another cross-post from AO3 but honestly, football is barely mentioned so if you want you can ignore the whole Super Bowl aspect. Y'all might know by now I love a little romance in my smut but this particular fic has zero romance. Reader is there to do a job and leaves having done it very well. Also.. I'm considering creating a part 2 featuring more Pedro Boys, so any input on that is welcome!
FULL MASTERLIST | JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST
MARCUS MORENO MASTERLIST | FRANKIE MORALES MASTERLIST
DAVE YORK MASTERLIST | JAVIER PENA MASTERLIST
It's your first day as an escort and you're a little nervous. Okay, a lot nervous. You never know what you're going to expect from clients, but these guys you're about to meet have been pre-screened and even had to turn in blood tests just to be considered as clients. The escort service you work for is very prestigious. You're even driven to the location by a security detail who is tasked to wait outside for you. This makes you feel a little better.
You take a quick look at your outfit before you leave the car. The rule is you show up in character and leave in character. No real names, no background stories, just a persona and an exchange of goods. Simple as that. Should be easy enough.
Taking a deep breath, you exit the car and go up to the front door.
The doorbell rings, and Dave York springs from the sofa, a little smirk on his lips. "Guys, I think she's here," he announces, and the rest of the group look up from the Super Bowl game, groaning when Dave mutes the sound even though it's just gone to commercial.
"Who?" Frankie Morales asks, swigging a beer.
"The halftime entertainment," Dave answers mysteriously.
Marcus Moreno and Joel Miller trade inquisitive glances. Javier Peña raises his brow. He knows what Dave means.
Dave brings you into the living room and you take a quick survey of your surroundings: the home is nicer than most, two stories, decorated tastefully but with an obvious woman's touch. You give him a once-over. He's forty-ish, handsome, clean-shaven.
"The wife got the house in the divorce," Dave tells you, as if reading your mind. "This is my last weekend here, so let's make it count!" He raises his glass of whiskey to the guys, most of whom also salute with their drinks. They are all eyeing you like a pack of dogs that haven't eaten in days.
Marcus, a kind-looking man with dark eyeglasses who gives you Clark Kent vibes, smiles awkwardly at you, blushing. "Aren't you going to introduce us?" he asks Dave politely.
"Angel," you give your working name, smiling at each of the men. They're all cute: some scruffy, some dapper.
Dave smirks. "I'm Dave, and these are my buddies Marcus, Frankie, Joel, and Javier." Each of the guys smiles or nods at you as they're introduced.
"I heard you guys are looking to get wild," you say, opening your winter coat to reveal your see-through lingerie. Joel, Javier, and Dave whoop in excitement. Marcus and Frankie are more reticent but can't take their eyes off you. "What do you plan on doing with little ol' me?" you ask innocently, kneeling on the cushioned ottoman in the middle of the living room. You glide your hands over your body and smile as the men shift in their seats, watching you, getting hard already at the idea of you offering yourself.
Dave is the first to put his hands on you, first on your hips then grabbing your ass. Joel, an older man with graying hair and green flannel shirt, interrupts him, rising from his seat. "Now, who told you you get to go first?" he asks in a deep voiced Texan accent.
"First? We're running a train on this girl?" Javier asks from his seat, a cigarette burning between his lips. He's dressed like someone from the 1970s but his clothes fit him well, accentuating a lean physique.
"You can do whatever you want with me," you tell them with confidence. "But of course, no hitting, no biting, no leaving marks." You are resolute on this, as is your employer.
"Hell, darlin', we're not monsters," Joel says, his eyes full of concern for you. The others chime in that they aren't into really rough stuff. Only Dave looks a little disappointed by your rule.
"I'd expect you to be more methodical about this," Javier tells Dave, rising from his seat and casting an amused glance at his friend. He eyes you up and down then reaches into your bra to cup your breast while his other hand dives between your thighs. "Christ, she's already wet. And so fucking tight. You haven't been doing this kind of work long, have you, baby?"
"You all are my first clients," you admit, your breath hitching as his thick fingers tease you.
Javier manages a small smile then looks over at the group. "You haven't thought about these guys," he tells Dave, and nods at Frankie and Marcus. "They're completely baffled by this."
"We're not, I know exactly what's going on," insists Frankie, an adorable middle-aged guy wearing a t-shirt, cargo pants and baseball cap. His innocence is palpable and quite touching.
Dave and Javier's hands are still on you, grabbing and groping. It's a good start. "I'm paying for her. I should get to go first," Dave complains.
A few of the guys (well, okay, Javier and Dave) start to bicker about it, fueled by testosterone and alcohol. Joel strides up to you, effectively taking you away from Dave and Javier. "It's kind of a shame that no one's puttin' her feelings into consideration. She's gonna be providin' a huge service for us. Least we can do is give her a little pleasure beforehand." With that, he takes you and places you on the ottoman, kneeling between your open thighs. He rips open the crotch of your lingerie and dives in, sucking on your pussy. Your initial shock gives way to thrill as you register the warm, wet stiffness of his tongue rasping your folds, your clit, not taking his time about it. Your fingers curl into his hair as you lift your thighs back. You're still on the clock, still giving a show, even if this part is currently for your benefit. With Joel's aid you manage to take the now-ruined lingerie off and are naked but for your knee-high stockings.
"Way to get the party started," Javier says approvingly. "I'm not about to waste any time." He goes to you and sits you up. You take a moment to admire the bulge in those tight trousers before he pulls them down enough to take out his thick shaft. You obediently open your mouth to accept it and he slowly moves into your throat, allowing you to get used to him. Saliva pools in your mouth as you start to moan around his dick, still exhilarated by Joel's ravishing you with his tongue. You feel a hand massaging your breast and look over to see Frankie, his puppy dog eyes wide with wonder, as if he can't believe you're real.
"That feels so good," you tell him, sensing he likes praise. He lights up, encouraged by you, and continues to pinch and pull at your nipple before sucking on it, extracting a pleasured moan from your lips before you go back to sucking off Javier.
Marcus and Dave stand back. Marcus looks flustered and Dave has his hands on his hips, making a face. He's figuring out where to squeeze in but at the same time doesn't want to share.
Meanwhile you're keeping busy with Javier's cock in your mouth, Frankie's mouth on your breast, and Joel still lapping at you between your thighs. The most exquisite feelings comes over you and your scream is muffled as you come so hard, your body spasming while surrounded by these men. It's the most sensually charged moment of your entire life.
Joel lifts himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "She's wetter'n a cucumber in a convent," he chuckles, standing and trying to get the feeling back in his knees. Frankie then moves down to finger you just as Javier is on the verge of coming. Just as he gives a strangled growl, spilling his cum into your willing throat, you feel one of Frankie's fingers in your ass. You gasp and clench around him as Dave takes Javier's place. Your body is buzzing with energy, with lust.
"You're gonna earn every penny," Dave growls, thrusting into your mouth as if he hates you. You don't have a gag reflex but you pretend to choke on him, bringing tears to your eyes.
Frankie starts to undo his pants then quickly steps away. "I'm, uh, not ready yet."
"Let her take care of it," Javier says, lighting up another cigarette.
"No smoking in here," Dave warns, his eyes still on the mascara running down your face.
"Fuck you."
You start stroking Frankie, smiling at the plumpness of his cock, uncut. He's gazing down at you with tenderness in his eyes.
"Marcus, you joinin' us?" Joel asks, getting ready to pull down his jeans.
Marcus watches from the adjoining kitchen, his beer growing warm in his hand. "Maybe.. in a bit." He smiles nervously.
Joel shrugs and unzips himself, releasing his thick, veiny cock. It's all you can do not to stare at it in wonder.
"Hey, I was gonna go first," Dave says aggressively.
"You snooze you lose. Aren't we all gonna get a turn?" Joel smirks before aligning himself to your opening. "Such a tiny, perfect little pussy.. you're gonna be completely wrecked when we're done with you, babygirl..."
Your eyes widen when he begins to slide into you, but you're already slick enough to take him. You remove Dave from your mouth so you can watch Joel's cock disappear inch by inch into your cunt.
"Don't forget about me," Dave warns you, tapping his dick against the side of your face. You compliantly return to sucking him off and he grunts contentedly in response. At the same time Joel pushes in to the hilt. "Hell she's taking every inch of me," he groans. "What a good little slut she is.."
"Well shit, don't stretch her out before the rest of us," Dave complains.
"That's not a particular worry of mine," Javier smirks, getting himself ready again as he goes to your free hand, opposite Frankie, who is already hard and ready. Joel is building up a nice tempo, sliding deep inside your pussy, Dave thrusts avidly into your mouth, Frankie and Joel are watching you as you zealously prime them for whatever they want to do next.
"Oh my god!" Frankie's eyes go wide and without warning he comes on your stomach and you make a sound of surprise when you feel the warm stickiness of him on your skin. "I'm sorry," he mumbles.
"Don't be," you tell him with a smile. "Think you've got another one in you?" you wink and scoop his cum into your mouth as Frankie watches in wonder.
Dave seems upset that you keep removing him from your mouth to talk to Frankie, but Frankie looks so happy that you're not grossed out or upset. Dave grabs hold of the back of your head and rams himself in your throat. "Less talking, bitch," he growls.
You would give him a death glare but then you feel Joel speeding up, his thrusts strong, the loud slapping of your flesh fills the air. Before you know it you're throbbing around him, milking him as you feel him finish inside you. He doesn't stay long, and soon Javier takes his place. "Flip over, cariño," he says, moving you on all fours. Dave takes over from the front, Frankie strokes himself while fondling your tit. Javier grabs your ass and slides in, letting you feel every inch of him as you moan around Dave's cock. He cums soon, spraying the back of your throat with his thick white cum.
"Get in there, Frankie!" Javier encourages, pumping away none too gently as he watches your ass ripple with each thrust. "Marcus get over here and do something or you'll miss out!"
Marcus seems frozen to his spot but Frankie follows orders and you open wide to receive him. He looks down at you like you're some kind of miracle, and you make sure to look at him the same way, charmed by his good nature.
Javier leans close to you. "I'm gonna put it in your ass, cariño."
"Do whatever you want," you purr.
He pulls out of you and you feel a warm glob of saliva at your rear entrance. Javier smears it around your puckered hole and eases himself in. You gasp, fists clenching the edge of the ottoman. "Fill all her holes, boys," Dave says, watching from the side. "That's what she's here for."
Frankie pulls away from your mouth. "Let me get under you." he says, and Javier pulls out enough for you two to get positioned. Frankie aligns himself at your entrance and sinks in easily. "Jesus, you feel so good, Angel.." He thrusts up into you as Javier continues to fuck your ass. The three of you are a fusion of lust and frenzy. Joel watches, running his tongue over his lips, still tasting your sweet essence. Dave tells everyone he's next to claim your ass. Marcus has since inched closer, undeciding yet if he's going to join, or how. He's obviously hard, his eyes dark with craving.
"Marcus," you mumble as he approaches your side. "Fuck my mouth," you beg.
He suppresses a gasp but he unbuckles his belt. "I haven't.. in a while.."
"That's okay.." you smile at him, helping him pull down his pants and briefs, running your nails over his solid girth, and he immediately rises to the occasion. "You were shy before, but not now," you notice, and give his cock a couple of gentle tugs before taking him into your waiting mouth, just the tip, and letting him go in as deep as he wants.
Javier speeds up, fingers digging into your hips as all your cries fill the room. He comes, filling your ass as he grunts savagely, causing you in turn to come, clenching around Frankie who buries himself deep inside as he lets go. Once Javier pulls away Dave takes over, gripping your hips and moving you against him.
You finger your lonely pussy, unable to make yourself feel as good as any of these men have. âOh god, I want all of you at once.. please!â You beg.
Marcus approaches you and lays beneath you as Dave moves away, scoots up so heâs practically standing over you. Joel claims your mouth and Javier lets you pump him with your fist. Frankie approaches from behind and at the same time Marcus enters you from beneath. Two men fuck your cunt, stretching you, ruining you, and all you can do is give them what they want and then ask for more.. one man in your mouth, in your hand, in your ass.. you are working for every penny just as Dave said.
You're practically dazed by the countless feelings of pleasure coming from every man inside you, the way they move, the way they taste, how their hands grope your ass or your breasts, your hips.. you're just a receptacle for them, a plaything. This allows your brain to soak everything in without having to think. Just feeling. None of them really care about your pleasure, not at this point. You're just a means to an end, and you like it. You've never felt more alive.
"God!" you gasp as you feel yet another wave of absolute euphoria threaten to take you under. You don't even bother to hold back. As soon as you come you feel them all come with you, like tiny explosions set off in a chain. You gulp down Joel's spunk as Dave spills himself inside your ass, and Marcus and Frankie throb then release, one only seconds after the other. Javier takes control of himself from you and spurts his cum onto your face. For the first time ever in your life, you squirt, gasping at the relief and suddenness of it. The six of you try hard to catch your breath, all of you taking in the moments of this night.
"I don't think I'll be able to cum for weeks," Joel says, chuckling as he pulls up his pants.
Showered and dressed, you leave in a skimpy outfit that covers more than the lingerie did, as Dave uses the escort agency's app to send you a very generous tip from himself and the rest of the guys. The guys, cleaned up and all in relaxed moods, watch the game, not even upset that they missed most of the second half. You take your money and leave, blowing a kiss to the guys.
"God damn, you hired a good one," Javier mutters to Dave.
"Let's make this an annual thing," Dave smirks. "Next one's on you, Peña."
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hiking - joel miller x female reader
summary: as a family, you go on a hike with your daughter.
word count: 1k
content warning: joel wanting to have another baby omlll, NO smut. Fluff!! Dad joel.
a/n: the second photo (of the waterfall) is my own. Do not edit or repost without permission!!!! Took this today while on a hike hehe.
The burning ache in your calves serve as a reminder to you that youâre not the woman you once were. Activities like this, hiking, walking along a perfectly cured tar track was more of an effort than it had ever been. Youâd grown a bit slack in your usual adventures, ones that are demanding now; were so simple back then.
Now, thereâs the ache in your back that hasnât left since youâd entered your third trimester years ago, itâs a constant reminder of why you havenât had a second child after Sarah.
An ache constricts in your chest, pneumonia wracks your lungs, burning and causing strain on your breathing. You carry a small bag on your back, a few water bottles and some snacks for Sarah, not to mention your asthma puffer. Joel had insisted, in case youâd collapse, he was more worried than your mother most days.
He didnât want you out of the house, his face almost turning white when youâd brought up the idea of going hiking like this, for the first time since Sarah had been born, nonetheless. She was almost three now. Heâd been keeping a close eye on you, turning back to make sure youâre okay. Offering that subtle smile, supportive.
The tar track is slippery, bright green moss has grown in between the cracks of the concrete, making it slippery. Youâre conscious of it now, making a mental note to watch your step.
âNearly there darlinâ, youâre doinâ great.â Joel praised softly as he stopped, turning back to wait for you, where you linger a few paces back, keeping a mindful eye on Sarah to make sure she didnât wonder off track. Joel had her though, he did. He was always aware, always scanning for anything that could or might be a threat or hazard to his little girl.
âCâhere baby girl. Hold daddies hand.â Heâd murmur for the tenth time, his giant hand contorts around her own, and Sarah giggles.
The sight warms your heart, swelling with pride and adoration. This was your family, your husband. Youâd picked the right man, youâd known it since you met him.
âCome on mommy!â Sarah fleets with joy and excitement. Itâs enough for you to push through the burn on each inhale.
âIâm gonna get ya baby!â You put your hands up, mocking a monster, roaring as you take big stomps towards her as she tries to drag Joel along to run.
âRun daddy, run! Mommyâs a scary monster!â Joel plays along, gasping dramatically as he lets Sarah lead him up the path.
The sound of water is thunderous and distracting, too loud for Sarah to keep up her charade of playing monsters. She tilts her head. âWhatâs that noise?â
âThatâs the waterfall, baby, what we came to see.â Joel explains, pointing to the huge waterfall. Itâs hundreds of meters deep, the water is brown, rushing through the rocks down into the pool of stagnant water below, where the water begins to foam. A small family of ducks occupy the water.
Sarah squeals in joy as she sees a peek of the waterfall from her height, the trees obscure her view. âI wanna see! I wanna see more daddy!â
âJust a few more steps baby, then we can get a real good look.â Joel encourages with a big toothy smile, turning to you, ensuring you get the hint that the encouragement was meant for you too.
The lookout is stunning, fenced all around, and safe. You remember the view, from before you fell pregnant. It hadnât changed a bit. The rain sprinkles down onto you, and Sarah rushes up to see the waterfall.
âWow. Water!â She exclaims, trying to show Joel. âLook daddy, a bird!â
Itâs clear she was in awe of how many animals sheâd seen, pointing out every duck, bird and bug she could see.
Lifting Sarah up against your chest, you give her a better view, clear of the obstruction of the fence. One her little body couldnât yet compromise. âAinât that pretty?â You murmur softly to her, pressing a small kiss to her cheek.
âTurn around darlinâ.â Joel calls softly, getting your attention, you turn around and Joelâs getting his new phone out. An iPhone he was still learning to use for work.
He fumbled for a second before snapping a family photo of all of you. âWeâre gonna have to find room on the wall for this,â he hums.
âShow me that,â you scold lightly, and you grimace once you see the photo. Your cheeks are red and you look sick. You are sickâbut thatâs besides the point.
Joel knows youâre about to protest, to whinge or huff. âYou look beautiful. This is us remaking memories with out little girl. Maybe good enough to have another?â He pries softly.
Heâs been bugging you for another baby. You almost give in.
âMy backs already killing me,â a simple reminder and he makes a noise of resignation. âBut I didnât say no,â you murmur. The thought of a second baby was on your mind too.
His brown eyes twinkle with hope. Heâd have to bring this up later at home.
The rain trickles down a little harder, and Sarah starts to get a little unsettled. Itâs cold and wet and the wind is picking up. âCome on baby, letâs walk back to the car.â You offer your hand out for her to hold, and Sarah shakes her head, tears welling up in her brown eyes.
âNo! Cuddle!â She demands, holding her arms up for you to pick up her.
âI canât baby, you know mommy canât carry you all the way back,â you explain softly.
Joel steps in. He wonât allow you to pick Sarah up while youâre sick, or while your back hurts.
âDaddy will put you up on his shoulders, howâs that sound baby?â Sarah looks up at him and nods, her cheeks and nose are turning red.
He swings her up, and she sits on his shoulders, she clings onto the curls on top his head. Your fingers fumble to find your phone in your jumper pocket, snapping an image, unbeknownst to Joel.
âYou gonna make it back?â Joel asked, concern abrupt in his tone.
âIâll be okay.â You reassure softly. âLetâs get going.â
Maybeâyou would do this more often from now on.
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Melt
"And if I die because you made me melt, oh well."
Summary: You and Frankie spend a hot summer day by the pool
Word Count: 1.8K
Pairing: Husband!Frankie Morales x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, semi-public shenanigans (we're assuming there's a big, tall fence around the pool lmao), Frankie being our đ± eating king, Frankie being the sweetest and so obsessed with you, poor Pope probably needs to clean his pool after these two leave, reader wears a bathing suit, can swim and can get sunburned
A/N: HEY HOMIES, IT'S YA GIRL!!!!! What better way to celebrate National Catfish Day than with a lil poolside Frankie đ€Ș It has been hotter than Satan's ballsack out here in the midwest, so this song is dedicated to this ongoing heatwave and this song that I am absolutely obsessed with and is SO Frankie coded đ This is the first thing that I have worked on since May so apologies in advance for bein' a little rusty, but I'm excited to finally be back on the writing train again!!! ily all, big forehead kisses for each of you MWAH!!!! đ„č poorly beta'd bc that's how i roll
Love it or hate it, if there was one thing that you could always count on, it was the fact that summers in south Florida were hot.Â
Really fucking hot.Â
So when Pope had offered up his pool for you and Frankie to use while he was out of town for the week, it was a no brainer that the two of you had ecstatically accepted his invitation.Â
âWe really owe Pope for this one, huh?â You smirked, setting down your beach bag on one of the lounge chairs spread across the pool deck, pulling out some sunscreen and towels for you and Frankie.Â
âYeah, I guess we do.â Frankie sighed, nodding his head in agreement, admiring the crystal blue water sparkling in the heat of the hot summer sun, hands on his hips as he looked out over the pool.Â
You couldnât help but giggle as you stood behind him, secretly whipping out your phone to take a picture of Frankie inspecting the pool before quickly texting it to Pope, knowing what a kick heâd get out of it.Â
You: Thanks for letting us use the pool! New pool boy is taking his job very seriously. đ«Ą
Pope: Haha. Would have looked better if he showed up in a bikini. Have fun u 2.Â
âWhat are you laughing at?â Frankie asked, turning around to the sounds of your sneaky snickers before feeling his own phone buzz in his pocket, looking down to see a text from Pope.Â
Pope: Your wife thinks youâd make a good pool boy. Told her you need a bikini first. Have fun with Mrs. Fish today.
Pope: Not too much fun though. đ€š
Frankie: Sorry to disappoint.Â
Frankie: Whatâs that supposed to mean?Â
Pope: I just cleaned the pool before I left. Donât need any baby fish swimming around in there if you know what I mean đ đŠ lol
Frankie: Jesus christ, Pope.
Frankie shook his head as he slipped his phone back into his pocket as he made his way over to you, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest.Â
âYou think Iâd make a good pool boy, huh?â He smirked, planting a chaste kiss in your lips as the two of you laughed.Â
âThe best. But only if you give me another kiss and put some sunscreen on me so I donât turn into a lobster.â You teased, kissing him right back before pulling away to grab the sunscreen bottle, passing it off to him.Â
âFair enough.âÂ
As he took the bottle from you, starting to shake it up, Frankie couldnât help stop and watch in awe as you began to remove your coverup. Underneath, it revealed the little, strappy, bright yellow bikini you had just bought, deciding that today would be a good choice to show it off for the first time with just you and your husband together.Â
âFuck meâŠâ Frankie whispered under his breath, his tongue darting out of his mouth and swiping over his bottom lip as he looked you up and down, admiring every sun-kissed inch of your soft skin and the way the fabric of your swimsuit hugged your curves. âIs this- fuck, is this new?â he asked softly, his sweet brown eyes just about popping out of his head, trying to use every ounce of self composure to even form a coherent question.Â
âDo you like it? I got it a few days ago when I was out. Figured I could use a new one.â You blushed, biting down on your lip at Frankieâs reaction, wondering how in the world he still managed to make you feel as beautiful as he did the first night heâd met you after all your time spent together.Â
âCan I show you?â Frankie asked, running his hands along your waist, gently toying with the strings holding your swimsuit bottoms together.Â
âShow me what?âÂ
âShow you how much I like it?â He responded, his voice sending a shiver down your spine as his fingers slowly began to undo the bow tied around your hips while he gently nipped at your neck, making your stomach swell with arousal.Â
âMhmmmmmm.â You nodded, carefully backing up until your legs hit the lounge chair behind you, Frankie gently guiding you to sit down and lay back while he nestled himself between your legs, draping each one over his bare, broad shoulders, his tanned and freckled skin glowing in the blazing afternoon sun.Â
Frankie wasted no time planting soft kisses up the inside of your thighs, the familiar scratch of his beard and mustache against your skin making you moan in eager anticipation as you could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your swimsuit bottoms.Â
âYouâre so fucking beautiful, you know that? Iâm so lucky.â He whispered between kisses along the meat of your thighs before stopping at your core, letting his fingers brush against the fabric of your swimsuit, sneaking under the material just enough to feel how wet you had already become in the few short moments since you had sat down.Â
âSeems like you're pretty wet for not even getting in the pool yet, Hermosa.â Frankie teased, the ghosting of his fingers along your cunt making you whine as you propped your head up to see the devilish smirk between his cheeks.Â
Almost painfully slowly, Frankie untied the first, then second bow holding your bottoms together on each hip, watching your swimsuit fall to the ground, revealing your pussy, slick and puffy, worked up from Frankieâs touch.Â
âSo prettyâŠâ He cooed, letting his fingers drag across your cunt, collecting your arousal and rubbing at your clit, already aching to be touched.Â
Frankie was nothing if not a methodical man, memorizing every twitch and hitched breath beneath his touch, learning all the things that absolutely drove you wild.
Knowing that he could be the only one to make you feel this good got him off more than anything else ever could.
He couldnât help but grin at the way your lips fell to a perfectly parted âOâ as he pressed more pressure against your sensitive nub, and how they fell even wider as he pressed two of his fingers into your entrance, gently curling them to bump against the soft, spongy spot inside you that had you clenching around his hand.Â
âOh Frankie⊠FuckâŠâ You whimpered, your head falling back as Frankieâs fingers were soon followed by his tongue, licking a long, broad strip across your cunt, ââputting just the right amount of pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers worked in tandem to make that all too familiar sweet tingling sensation to start build in your stomach.Â
Frankieâs tongue danced in a swirling pattern of flicks and strokes between your folds as he lapped you up. You could feel yourself rolling your hips against his hand, whining at how thick and full he felt inside you with just his fingers. That, combined with the meticulous and skilled motions of his tongue had the coil in your belly beginning to tighten further and further.Â
Your hand shot down between your parted legs, reaching to grab a fistful of Frankieâs brown, curly locks, thick and sweaty from the heat, tugging just hard enough to force his gaze up towards you, your eyes locking with his rich, brown ones.Â
âF-Frankie-â Was all you were able to mutter as he continued with his fingers to press against your g-spot, slick coating his digits with each stroke. He licked one more strip along your pussy before placing soft kisses on your clit and the inside of your thighs, peeking up at you with a boyish grin.Â
âThatâs it, Hermosa. I know youâre close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. Wanna taste you all over me.â Frankie moaned, the low rumble of his words making your breath hitch in the back of your throat as he dove back between your legs, wrapping his free arm around one of your thighs, firmly holding you in place.Â
Curving his fingers ever so slightly and latching his lips around your clit, you knew it was only a matter of moments before Frankie was about to make you fall apart completely. You could feel your legs begin to tremble as your cunt clenched tighter around his fingers, able to utter nothing but a âF-fuckâŠâ as you felt your orgasm rip through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins and soaked Frankie below you.Â
Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum for him with everything that you had in you, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become. Your pussy was slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the way Frankie had fucked you senseless with just his tongue.Â
âFrankie, holy fuck.â You whispered under your breath, still trying to regain your composure as you looked down at a satisfied Frankie, wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand with a smirk.Â
âAlways taste so sweet, Hermosa. Youâre so fucking hot, I swear youâd make me melt faster than the sun.âÂ
The two of you both couldnât help but snort at Frankieâs cheesy comment, sitting up as you giggled to grab Frankieâs face and bring him in for a long, deep kiss, the taste of you still fresh on his tongue.Â
âYou are such a cheeseball, Fransisco Morales. I canât believe that- Frankie! Frankie! Put me down! No, no, no, no, you better not-â But before you could finish the rest of your sentence, Frankie had already picked you up out of your chair, flung you over his shoulder and had you flailing your arms and legs as he carried you towards the edge of the pool, jumping in with you mid-way through your poorly fought protest.Â
Your heads bobbed to the surface, still in a fit of laughter as you floated in the refreshing cool of the sparkling pool water, you wrapped your legs around Frankieâs waist, draping your arms over his shoulders while he pulled you closer to his chest.Â
âSorry, mi amor, what were you saying?â Frankie teased, raising a playful eyebrow at you as he grinned with his goofy smile, making you over dramatically roll your eyes at him.Â
âOne, that you are the biggest goof Iâve ever met and I love you for it,â You snickered, plating a soft kiss on his plush lips, âand two, I think I can practically hear Pope screaming at you for the fact Iâm half naked in his pool.âÂ
âWhat he doesnât know wonât hurt him.â Â
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Doinâ Time
Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
Pairing: Corrections Officer Joel Miller x f inmate reader
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: youâre a client of the criminal justice system and you have a run in with CO Miller
Warnings: SMUT! PWP, Dub Con, hand cuffs, unethical pairing, PIV, rough oral, masturbation, dirty talk, night stick, kinda mean Joel, stuff like that. Itâs prison sex. Donât read this if anything about it may be triggering to you. Barely edited, not betaâd.
A word from the author: ACAB. Cops are class traitors and policing is inherently racist. Still gonna write prison smut though.
âInmate 4-2-0-6-9! Against the wall!â He bellowed across the yard where you sat with a few of the girls from your block. You rolled your eyes with a groan and slowly stood, dragging your feet across the yard to where he stood, arms crossed and face hard. Last thing you needed was to get maced.
C.O. Miller was the most senior guard, which wasnât saying much considering the revolving door of the run-down prison where you were remanded for the next 32 months. Nevertheless, he was basically in charge of the way things worked in your block. He had a big, jangling key ring on his thick, black belt and you could hear him before you saw him coming. This was a blessing and a curse. It gave you time to hide your cell phone, but after four months in cell block D, the sound of his keys also created something of a Pavlovian response.
âTits on the wall and hands behind your back,â he barked at you. âAnd feet apart. Come on sweetheart. I know you know how to spread those legs.â
He was behind you now, big palm pressing you roughly against the brick wall that surrounded the yard. You didnât speak. You let your hips do the talking, tilting forward to arch your back while he patted you down, running his night stick up the inside of one leg and down the other, with a stop in between to prod at the apex of your thighs. He stood close behind you, sliding his hands greedily around your waist.
âGot anything in here I need to know about?â He breathed into your ear as he slid his hands up under your beige top. He palmed your tits from behind and rolled his hips against your ass so you could feel his straining erection.
He pinched your nipples and dragged his nose against the side of your neck before stepping back.
âNo bra. Thatâs a dress code violation.â
You couldnât stop the smirk on your face when he pulled your hands behind you, snapping on handcuffs and letting you stroke his cock over his uniform pants.
He pulled you away from the wall and directed you back into the building, away from the prying eyes of the other girls who got to enjoy the rest of their time in the sunshine.
Miller nodded at a few other guards as you passed, and you winked at your friends in their cells and exaggerated your strut as they whistled and whooped when they saw who was walking you to ad-seg. It earned you a rough shake. âKnock it off.â He ordered. Heâs no fun.
By the time you got to the heavy, windowless door leading to the familiar, bare cell known as âthe holeâ your pussy was slick and throbbing in anticipation.
He unlocked the door, took off the cuffs, and shoved you inside, leaving you alone in the stuffy six by nine room. You could hear the lock being turned, and footsteps receding. You waited and listened, still soaking your standard issue pants with your wet pussy.
You got tired of waiting. He hadnât told you how long you were going to be in here, so you laid on the thin mattress on the floor and slipped your hand under your waistband. It was really the only reasonable way to pass the time when you were sent to the hole.
You stroked over your lips, feeling the mess you made, dipping your middle finger to collect more. You circled your clit, in no hurry because you had nothing but time. You thought of Crissy, your cellmate with the great tits. You thought of your last boyfriend, who could make you come like magic but who had probably narcâd on you. You thought of C.O. Miller. You thought of that night stick of his. You even thought of Tim.
Before you could get yourself off, the lock disengaged and the door creaked open once more. CO Miller stood in the doorway, taking up the whole of it with his imposing body and his serious face.
âYouâre just in time,â you cooed teasingly.
âShut up. Hands behind your back. Turn around,â his voice is low and gruff, and if he wasnât hard as a rock you might think he was actually mad. He cuffed you again and shoved you against the cold concrete wall of your cell. He kissed your neck, the tenderness a stark contrast to the rough way he was treating you. He crowds you against the wall, covering your body with his. âYou know I could write you a shot for rubbinâ one out in here. Got the whole room smellinâ like pussy.â His voice is husky and low. Heâs teasing, you think. Masturbating isnât really an infraction is it? You donât have time to ask. His hand is shoved down the back of your baggy pants and into your soaked, prison-issue cotton underwear.
You wished you had some of your own panties to wear for him. You wish he could see you like you are when youâre not in this place. His eyes might bug out if he saw your sundresses and your lacy panties. Your strappy sandals, your makeup, your manicures. He doesnât see it though. He sees a criminal. He sees someone he can take from. And you see someone who can make your stay a little more comfortable if you play it right.
You tilt your hips, rubbing your pussy against his thick fingers, and for a moment he lets you, humming into your hair. âDesperate little pussy. Whatâs the matter? None of the other girls eat pussy? You need it so bad youâll let me at it?â You whine at the question, the vulgarity. The other girls do eat pussy. Some are really good at it, too. But as awful as Miller is, you just want him. Heâs big and rugged and heâd be exactly your type outside of prison. You like your men a little older- greying, laugh lines, softer bellies, but still strong. Heâs so handsome. His eyes are so dark, his lips are so soft looking, heâs got a nose with the most beautiful gentle curve. He has the sort of looks that belong in movies, not going to waste in a womenâs prison.
He presses firmly against your wet lips with his whole hand, covering his palm and fingers in your wetness before shoving two fingers in without warning. It makes you gasp, makes you buck against him, seeking more. He flexes his wrist, fucking you on his fingers. Itâs not enough, you canât come like this, but the feeling of being stretched is incredible. âMore,â you whine, âmore please.â
âYeah? You need more? Two big fingers ainât enough?â You shake your head shyly, unable to look at his face, still unsure of the dynamic. You hear the rustle of his belt, of leather against fabric, your mouth waters and your cunt clenches. You know heâs big. The way he walks, the way he talks, the look in his eyes, they tell you heâs hung even if you hadnât felt for yourself.
Your pants are pulled down to your ankles, along with your underwear. You can feel your slick smear down your thighs. You donât dare speak, you just arch your back, ready to take him, ravenous for his cock. his warm hand pressed into your back, your chest against the wall again, and you stifle a whimper but what you feel prodding against your weeping entrance isnât the fat, hot cock head you had hoped for. It was cold and hard and heavy, you recognized it immediately.
CO Miller slid the tip of it over your wet pussy lips, twisting it to coat the surface in shiny wetness, smirking when you tried to grind down onto it. Without warning or sentiment, Joel nudged his night stick inside you. It seemed made for the purpose, rounded at the end, phallic. You wondered how many women heâd fucked with it. It gave you a fucked up thrill. You rolled your hips, taking it deeper. âYeah. Look at you. Fucking a night stick. Been without dick too long, huh?â
You nodded pathetically and looked at him from the corner of your eye, his eyes were dark and his hand was inside his unfastened pants, stroking himself slowly. He matched the tempo of his fist to the thrust of his night stick inside you. You moaned for him, you saw him snarl as he watched with narrowed eyes as his weapon slid in and out, coved in your slick. He moved it slowly, watching the way your delicate skin stretched around it.
And then it was gone. Pulled free and discarded, clattering on the floor. In an instant his cock was out and hanging between you, thick, throbbing, precum leaking from the blunt head. It was better than you imagined, and youâd imagined it a lot. He spun you around and shoved you down to your knees. You nearly lost your balance, unable to steady yourself with your hands behind your back. He caught your shoulder and steadied you, petting your hair and letting his hands roam over your cheeks and down your neck, thumb brushing over your lips.
âOpen up. Wide. Come on.â
You relaxed your jaw as best you could and stuck out your tongue to lick at the tip of his cock. His precum was salty and warm on your tongue. He let you taste him, licking around his thick head messily, teasing for as long as he would let you. It wasnât long. He held your head and guided himself inside, slow and steady until he got to the back of your throat, and then just a bit further before backing out. You focused on breathing, in and out through your nose when it wasnât pressed into the rough hair above his cock. Above you he moaned. A deep, warbling sound of pleasure that made you gush.
You turned your eyes up to try to meet his, but they were shut tight. His head lolled back and forth as he fucked your face. His movements became shorter and rougher, your mouth watered, ready to swallow his load, to prove your value to him, to earn his favor. And if you got off on it too, well, all the better.
There was no chance. Instead of coming down your throat, he pulled out suddenly, smearing drool onto your cheek. âLay down. There, on the mattress.â
You moved awkwardly with your hands behind your back and your ankles basically manacled in your pants. You walked on your knees and laid on your back, legs together in a futile attempt at modesty. Of course it didnât matter, he was already there, pushing them apart, spreading them wide and taking a gluttonously long look at your wet sex. You throbbed so hard you thought he could surely see.
âJesus Christ. Look at that. You always get this wet from sucking dick? Youâre dripping all over the place.â
He pulled one bare foot and then the other from your pants, and pumped his cock in his thick fist while he taunted you, spitting into his hand for one last stroke before lining himself up with your begging hole.
âJust yours,â you lied, fawning over him until he chased the air out of you with the heft of his cock. Even when he stretched you beforehand, he was tremendous. He didnât wait for you to adjust, or to compliment him any more. He bore into you with his weight and strength, driving you into the floor. The world went fuzzy and dim, his deep voice keeping you afloat.
âLittle prison pussy canât handle some dick? Huh? Get a little cock in ya and you canât think straight any more?â
Miller held your face in one hand, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips parted. He kissed your chin, biting it without conviction, and spat onto your tongue before kissing you, all messy, his tongue tasting yours. You pant and moan for him, trying hard to lift your hips for more even as he pounded into you.
When you wrapped your legs around his waist he sat up, as if suddenly aware that what heâs doing is wrong.
âDonât try anything,â he warned, and repositioned you.
Miller turned you half onto your side and pushed back into you. He held your still handcuffed wrists in one hand and squeezed the soft fat of your ass in the other while using your body,
âFuck me, thatâs a tight little pussy,â he gritted out, straddling your right thigh while the other was pushed up. He used you like a toy. He pushed and pulled you as he pleased. Your orgasm built slowly without any direct touch on your clit, throbbing and firm, all but forgotten by the man who filled your cunt completely.
Joel loved watching the shiny wet slide of his cock in and out of your pussy. Your body gripped and pulled him, soaked him and squeezed him just right. His eyes flitted from where he drove into you to your tits, bouncing with each thrust and then back.
Your release was like a ripple spreading outward from your center. It pulsed and took control of your body. Your eyes lost focus, your back arched, and you clenched hard on CO Millerâs cock.
His orgasm hit him hard and fast, like a lightning bolt through his body. The rhythmic beat of your impossibly tight pussy pulled it from him. There was barely time for him to pull out and rut his hot, wet cock against your ass, spilling his cum over your body.
He was finished with you. He wiped his cum from you body with a handkerchief. He was gentle, but sure not to leave a trace behind. He tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket and took a long last look at your slick, used sex before standing you up to right your pants.
You watched him as he went through these motions, devoid of sentiment or warmth.
âWell, Miller? Do I get off for good behavior?â
It earned you a crooked half smile that flashed across this scruffy face before disappearing again.
âYou get a shower.â
It wasnât your usual shower time but you didnât protest. You didnât ask if youâd still get your shower tomorrow. Just walked obediently in front of him, still floaty from your release. He took you back down an empty corridor, past disused units, what used to be a library, to a shower room that was normally off limits, used by the guards as a sort of hangout, a break room separate from the main break room.
There, waiting with knees spread wide, and an eager smile, was CO Morales.
âMorales is gonna help ya with that shower. Donât give him any trouble, or Iâll hear about it.â
Your mouth dropped as the younger man came to stand in front of you, taking your arm and pulling you closer to him.
âBroke her in for you,â CO Miller patted your ass as he addressed the new officer. The clear implication sent a fresh trickle of wetness from your slit.
âAnd next time,â he warned, âput on your bra. Wonât be so nice next time.â
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MEET ME AT THE SET | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | one shot
Written by Santa Trindade
Banner by @missyorkswhore
Made in Brazil
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader
Summary: Pedro is THE GENERAL, babe!
wc: 1.3k
rating/warnings: [oral sex m receiving] [cum in mouth] [light fingering] [Overstimulation]
a/n: @missyorkswhore wrote her first solo fic by herself! Kudos to her!!! Thatâs what a horny gal does staring at new stills of Pedro in Gladiator II
The shootings has been intense, Pedro tells you by messages how busy and exhausting it is, they start recording as soon as the first rays of Sun appear and only at night he returns to the hotel.
This has been your relationship, messages, backstage pics and some calls during the night.
You miss him.
"I miss you, I hope you're having fun, General."
You send him a message, hours later his phone vibrates, it's already dawn, you pick up your phone, your eyes burning with the brightness of the screen.
"Hey, I miss you too. God, I'm exhausted and happy, I have good news! It's the last week of shooting, come here, we can enjoy a few days together. Are you coming?"
You smile and type a huge YES. You talk for a few minutes and Pedro sends your flight info and hotel to your email.
Three days later you are on your way to the set, Pedro couldn't pick you up at the airport, but arrange a car to take you immediately to the set.
You enter through the back of the set, producers and employees everywhere, and in the background you can see the huge arena they created, you feel as if you were in two eras, on your left ancient Rome, on your right the current world full of cameras, phones ringing and people walking back and forth.
You walk between the trailers, looking at the doors that indicate where each actor is, a few more steps and your eyes meet the sign "Pedro Pascal -Marcus Acacius" you knock on the door but your jaw drops as soon as the door is opened. Pedro has one hand on the door and the other on his hip. He is incredibly beautiful, a white outfit with golden details, the golden drawings highlighting the middle of the white armor. Your eyes go up to Pedro's face, he wears a golden laurel crown.
-Wow... sorry, I thought it was Pedro's dressing room...
Pedro laughs and pulls you by the hand
-No love, Pedro is unavailable at the moment, only General Acacius now.
He kisses you and you feel his taste, the taste you were searching for. His right hand goes to your waist pulling you against his body, his left hand on the back of your neck, lightly pulling your hair making your head tilt back.
-God, I missed that so much.
He murmurs as he runs his lips down your neck leaving soft bites that make you shiver and moan softly.
You push him until Pedro falls sitting in the armchair behind him, he smiles as he watches you kneel slowly at him.
-I heard that in ancient Rome after battles men went for a bath place, is this the name?
And they were very well taken care of... and you're so exhausted, aren't you general?
Pedro laughs softly and caresses his cheek with his fingers going down the sensitive skin of your neck, he nods and whispers
-Yes, so exhausted.
You run your hands down his legs, the skin hot, the muscles getting tense under the palms of your hand. You don't stop looking at him, seeing how his lips become half open, his eyes getting darker and darker.
You raise your hands until the tips of your fingers meet his underwear, feeling the heat of his cock.
You pull his underwear down, taking them off by the legs and throw them on the floor.
Pedro looks hypnotized, he smiles and you go up the fabric of his clothes until his cock is fully exposed, the wet pink tip, the lateral vein pulsating while he whispers.
-Is that what you want?
He smiles debauchedly.
You nod your head, your right hand holding by the base feeling it pulsating, Pedro's eyes close quickly. His breathing changes when you lick the drop that accumulates at the tip, his thumb goes up to your lips spreading the liquid, you suck his finger, biting and making Pedro gasp his hand going straight to your hair.
-Don't play with me like that or-
Before he can complete the sentence you put his cock in your mouth, as much as you can, his bittersweet taste on your tongue, the lateral vein pulsating, the unique smell of his skin invading your nostrils.
Pedro moans and you look at him and can't hold back the moan with what you see. Pedro with his eyes almost closed, his mouth open, his breath starting to get panting and the damn laurel wreath. He looks like a fucking Greek God.
You swallow it all feeling it hit your throat. Pedro lets his head fall back and a hoarse moan comes out of his throat, his hand grabs your hair firmly, conducting as he wants, how hard he wants to fuck his mouth.
You continue the up and down movements, swirling your tongue at the tip, you can't look away, his vision with the white armor.
Pedro takes his left hand to your head, both hands guiding you, making you take him so deeply.
He bites his lip, you know he wants to moan and curse, but now it takes a little silence, only small hoarse moans escape his lips, his eyes wandering between his mouth and his eyes.
-If it continues like this I'll cum in your mouth...fuck! - he moans loudly when he feels you masturbate him while your tongue passes through the tip provoking him, you whisper
-Is that what you want, general? - you gently run your tongue over the tip of his cock, provoking the sensitive skin that makes his legs tense.
Pedro growls and pushes his head making your mouth swallow his whole cock.
-Damn, yes...don't stop, please.
Pedro's right hand finds yours on the inner of his thigh, his fingers intertwining yours, while the left hand holds your hair, preventing the strands from hindering his vision of you sucking it.
You suck for a few more seconds until you feel Pedro squeezing your hand hard, his legs shaking, moans escaping from his lips, so low that they seem growling. You swallow every drop, licking until Pedro has spasms and pulls you to his lap.
He sticks his forehead to yours, panting, he kisses your lips pulling between his teeth and smiles.
-I missed you so much.
Pedro unbuttons your pants, his fingers dipping inside your panties and feeling how wet you are.
-Shit, I need to feel you on my tongue now.
He says while biting and licking your neck.
A knock on the door catches your attention, someone says that Pedro's scene is the next one to be shoot. He throws his head back, frustrated and you laugh.
-All right, go soon General... I'll be at the hotel waiting for you.
Pedro kisses you, his middle finger dives into your pussy and he takes it to his lips, sucking while moaning as if he were tasting the best dessert in the world.
-Now I can go...wait for me at the hotel, I'll be there in a few hours.
He kisses you, fixes the clothes wearing the underwear again. He looks at you and smiles, he hugs you and kisses your forehead and then your lips.
-I really missed you.
He turns around, puts on his sunglasses and opens the trailer door, and leaves.
You can't wait for the day to end.
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You and Frankie making out with Joels cock between your lips while giving him the sloppiest blow job of his life.
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Morning waves
3k7 | Joel Miller x fem reader x Frankie Morales | ao3
Summary: you meet two men who are on a road trip. You like the same things: the ocean, surfing, dancing and having fun
Warnings: 18+ mdni. threesome MFM, praise kink, fingering, public sex, oral (m/f), piv, dp, anal play, rimming, anal, spit as lube, creampies
No age specified
a/n: this is a contribution to Jamieâs ocean challenge @mermaidgirl30 thank you for this great idea đđ
I've wanted to write Frankie for a while, and even more so after reading âDown the hallâ @frannyzooey đđ and this challenge was perfect to introduce him as my new Pedro boy.Â
Dividers @saradika-graphics đ
@aurorawritestoescape thank you for beta-ing, for the ideas, and for holding my hand with this one, as always đ đ«¶
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The first rays of sunshine were already warming you through the windows of your car. You were driving towards the ocean, ready to enjoy its waves. Every morning, very early, you were going to your favorite surf spot. This morning like the others, a few other surfers were also present. Between each set, you were all waiting on your boards, straddling them, letting yourself be carried away by their calm movement.
âYouâre impressiveâ, you heard behind you.
You turned around, and met the most beautiful, sweetest brown eyes you had ever seen.
âFrankie, another set is coming.â You didn't look at the man who had spoken, immediately turning your gaze towards the horizon and new waves that were forming. You surfed that set and a few more.Â
When you were returning to the beach, you saw the man called Frankie taking off his wetsuit. The man next to him was doing the same. They smiled at you, when you approached them.
âHi! Iâm Joel, and this is Frankie.â
âHi, guys!â
âNice waves!â Frankieâs smile was really sweet. And cute.
âYeah! Where are you from? Iâve never seen you before. And with that drawlâŠTexas, I guess?â
Joel laughed and replied âyeah, Austin. Weâre on a road trip. Coming from northern California, heading to the south. Are you from here?â
âYeah, I live here. Iâm on holidays, enjoying the ocean.â
âThatâs great! Seems like heaven here. Do you know any cool bars? Weâve just arrived, and weâre gonna stay for some time in this place,â Frankie asked.Â
âYeah, thereâs âThe lagoonâ. I'm gonna be there around 6 p.m., if you wanna join me?
âSure! Weâll see you there.â
You spent the evening with them at the bar. Frankie and Joel had been friends for a long time, they told you about their trip, their lives in Texas. Joel worked as a contractor and Frankie was an ex-military, doing jobs with Joel from time to time. They were nice, cool, and made you laugh a lot. They were not flirty nor pushy, and you felt good and safe in their company.
Joel had a certain self-confidence, and was more direct than Frankie. His brown hair was shorter. His smile was devastating. Every evening, when the three of you met again, he wore jeans and a blue or black T-shirt which accentuated his torso and biceps.
Frankie was a little shyer. His slightly longer hair called for your fingers with its brown curls. His eyes and smile were incredibly soft. He often wore lighter pants, gray or brown t-shirts. A cap that he only took off to surf. Both men were beautiful.
You spent the next evenings with them, dancing and drinking shots at The lagoon. Every day you looked forward to seeing them at the beach, then at the bar. They were doing pretty well at surfing, asking for some advice from time to time, and making great progress.Â
One night, the three of you were on the beach, hoping to catch some Northern Lights. And you weren't disappointed. The sky was colored with pink, purple and blue lights, while you were lying next to each other on the sand, a little closer than usual. And when Frankie kissed your forehead and Joel your cheek as you were lying on the blanket between them, you felt heat in your core. You saw them differently for the first time.
The Lagoon was crowded. You sat on a stool at the counter, sipping your cocktail until you saw Joel enter the bar. He smiled at you and you wondered how many hearts he had broken. He was so hot. He joined you, hugged you and said âhey, sweetheartâ with his Texan drawl.
âIsnât Frankie here?â you asked him.
âHe should be soon. He went to get a tattoo.â
âWhat, now?â
âYeahâ, he laughed.
You two danced, his hands settled on your hips. Slightly more intimate than usual. He smelled good. He smelled like the sun and the beach. He ran his hand over your back, which your summer dress barely covered. And when your eyes met, something was different.
You walked back to the counter, and he was smiling as he was drinking his beer. His eyes were fixed on you.
âWhat?â You asked him, smiling too.
âYouâre damn pretty, sweetheart.â
Your eyes widened slightly, hearing him. It was the first time he told you something like that. So directly. Even though last night, on the beach, the atmosphere was different between the three of you. Even though two minutes ago, when you were dancing, you felt the warmth of his fingers on your skin, and your hair stood up from the desire for him.
He waited for a few seconds, checking on your reaction. Took another sip. When he saw you smile at him again, he leaned towards you, his nose brushing against your cheek, his hand resting on your waist. You felt goosebumps again. Some electricity between you. And you saw in his eyes that he was feeling the same thing.
âWanna have some fun tonight?â
You felt heat reach your cheeks but you nodded and murmured, âyeah.â
âYeah?â
He got up, stood between your knees while you were still sitting on the stool, and leaned forward to kiss you. You felt your heart rate speed up. He placed his hands on your bare thighs and caressed them, slightly pushing the fabric up, as you ran your fingers over his biceps. Then he slipped one hand between your legs. Slowly. Stroking your inner thigh. You whimpered when his fingers brushed against your pussy through your panties.
âYou want more, darlinâ?â
âYes, Joel...â
âYou gonna let me finger you in here?â he asked, his cheek against yours. His soft beard against your skin.
âYeahâŠâ
He slid your panties to the side, and his fingers brushed against your folds, making you moan into his neck. He looked up and said, âhey, Frankie.â
You felt shy and tightened your thighs against his legs. He kissed your cheek then said in your ear, on the side where Frankie was standing to make sure he would hear âIâm sure heâd love to touch you too,â before looking back at you. His fingers were still brushing against your delicate skin, and you really wanted to feel him more. To calm the fire, burning you from the inside.
You looked at him, then turned your head towards Frankie. His stare was still soft, but not only. You saw the desire for you in his eyes.Â
âDo it Frankieâ, you told him. At that moment you didn't care about anything else anymore. The crowded bar. The people who could see you, and wonder what the three of you were doing. Or knowing too well what you were doing.
âAre you wet, baby?â Frankie asked.
You nodded and whined, the second Joel pushed a finger in your core.
âSheâs soakedâ, Joel said, nuzzling your neck, and you bit your lip.Â
âDamn, baby,â Frankie moved closer, the two men now standing in front of you. When one of Frankie's fingers joined Joel's in your pussy, your fists clenched their shirts. One of them stroked your clit with his thumb, but you didnât know who. It turned you on even more. Their fingers slid into your wetness, pumping your pussy at the same rhythm, and you tried to hold back your moans even if it was getting more and more difficult.
âYou're gonna come for us?â You shook your head âIâŠI canât. Not here. Too many people.â
âForget about them. Soak our fingers, baby. And then weâll have some time together in our van if you want.â
âYeahâŠYes. Fuck.â You felt their eyes fixed on you. They were close to you, so close, protecting you from the eyes of others. Your pussy tightened around their fingers and you were trembling more and more. You felt another thumb near your clit that soon replaced the other one, and whimpered. Your pussy was trickling, and they could have pushed more fingers in easily.
âCome for us, sweetheart. Right here, in this bar. God, youâre fucking hot.â
You bit your lip as you came on their fingers, your pussy clenching desperately on them. They kept fingering you through it, until one of them put your panties back in place, then your dress. You watched Joel lick his finger with a look full of desire, and your arousal increased even more.Â
âTake me to your van, please. I needâŠI need moreâ, you breathed.
Frankie kissed your cheek, and Joel placed his hand on the small of your back as you got off the stool. Your legs were shaky and he held your elbow until you reached the parking lot then the van. Frankie offered to come to the back with him, on the mattress that they had already set up for the night, without knowing how it would end. You both lay there as Joel started driving. You didn't know where and right now you didn't care. Frankie was already leaning towards you, kissing your cheek then your neck. Your fingers ran through his soft curls. His hand rested against your face at first, then he brought it to his mouth. Licking the finger you had come on, just as Joel had done a few minutes before.
âDamn baby, you taste so good. Can I go down on you?â
âWhat, now?â
âYeah. Iâll make you feel good, I promise.â
âFuckâŠOk.â
The van was swaying on a bumpy road when Frankie knelt between your thighs, and took off your dress, then your panties. He brought them to his nose and breathed them slowly, keeping his eyes on you, and the vision was intoxicating. The way they wanted you was driving you crazy. He turned the front of his cap backwards, and lay down between your thighs. He growled as he licked a long stripe between your folds.
âJesus Christ, FrankieâŠyou lucky bastardâ, Joel said.
Frankie was already lapping at your pussy, and he was good at it. So good that you already felt a new orgasm building, while he was drinking all your wetness, his thumb twirling on your clit.
âFrankieâŠoh my godâ, you whimpered.Â
You heard Joel unzip his jeans and pull out his cock. âYouâre so hot that Joel canât help fisting his cock while driving, babyâ he said, before licking your folds again.
âFuck, of course I do. All these moans are killing me. How does she taste? Tell me.â
âThe sweetest taste, man...â He grabbed your thighs to pull you closer to him. As if he wanted more, always more, and you couldnât stop moaning.
âJesus...â Joel growled, as you heard the sound of his wrist fucking his cock.
Your fingers were lost in Frankieâs brown curls, while his nose rubbed perfectly against your clit and his tongue roamed your pussy.
âFrankieâŠâ
âYeah baby, tell me.â
âYour fingers, please, need your fingers.â
âLike this, mmm?â he asked, pushing two fingers in you.
âYeahâŠyour tongue too, please.â
His lips surrounded your clit, sucking gently, before giving way to his tongue. His wrist gently pumped your pussy and you felt your wetness running down your folds to the sheets.
âFuck, babyâŠI can hear the pretty little noises of your pussy from here, youâre so fucking wet.â
âI know, I know, oh my god, Frankie!â You squeezed his head between your thighs when you came, letting him lick your folds until you stopped shaking. The van's engine was off, but you didn't realize you had stopped. You heard the sound of the waves as Joel opened his door to join you in the back.
âFuck sweetheart, look at that⊠he ate you good, huh?â
âYeah, yeahâŠfuckâ, you breathed out.
Frankie shifted aside slightly and Joel lay down, his shoulders between your knees. He caressed your folded thighs, and delicately licked your wetness, being careful not to stimulate your overly sensitive clit.
âYou taste so fuckinâ good, darlinâ. Lemme eat ya just a little, ok? â he said, moving his hand up your sweaty stomach, to a breast that he grabbed. Frankie kissed your thigh, while he caressed your other breast. You moaned again, your stomach rising rapidly with your heavy breathing. Joelâs beard rubbed against your inner thighs. He ran his tongue flat through your folds, sometimes down to your tight ring. Before going back up again, tirelessly. You imagined their hard cocks and you couldnât wait to feel them in you.Â
âYou want us to fuck you, baby?â
You nodded, âyeah, need your cocks.â
âDamn, could do this for hours. How do you want us?â
âI huh⊠I donât know, Iâve never done thatâŠwith two men.â
They looked at each other then Frankie said âweâre gonna undress and weâll see how it goes, ok?â
âYeah, seems good.â
âIf youâre not comfortable with something, you tell us right away, ok? Weâre all here to have fun. Ok, darlinâ?â
You nodded and smiled. They were so considerate and careful with you. You helped Frankie unzip his pants and take them off, then his boxers, and held your breath when you saw his cock. âWeâll go slow, babyâ. âWe?â You widened your eyes and turned to Joel, already in his underwear, taking off his t-shirt. âOh fuckâ, you said when you saw his bulge. You brushed his crotch and he spread his thighs wider. He was so hard, and so big too. You whispered âfuck...â again, before getting on all fours, facing him. You took his cock out of his boxers, the precum glistening on his red tip. You spread it with your thumb and jerked his cock, while Frankie was caressing the roundness of your buttocks, kneeling behind you. You licked the tip, letting Joelâs taste run down your mouth and then your throat.
âYouâre ready for me, baby?â
âYes, Frankie.â
He nestled his cock at your entrance, pushing in. You whined when he thrust deeper, gripping your hips as leverage. And for a minute you didnât move, Joelâs cock in your hand, catching your breath. Frankie kept thrusting until he bottomed out. Pushing on your walls. And you started to suck Joelâs cock, his hands on your head, but letting you lead the pace.
You moved your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on Frankieâs cock. He wasnât moving, letting you lead too. Your mouth on Joelâs shaft followed the movement of your hips at the same pace as you impaled yourself on the cock, piercing you.
âFuck, fuck. Sucking me so good.â
âFuck, baby. Youâre so tight. So good for my cock.â You loved how they were praising you. Frankieâs hands roamed your body. Your back, your waist, your hips, as your thumbs caressed Joelâs balls, your head still bobbing on his shaft, your lips gradually getting used to his size.
You pulled him out of your mouth and licked his tip, looking at him you asked, âFrankie, will you let Joel fuck me?â
âOf course, anything you want.â
You lay on your back, inviting Joel to come between your thighs. He lay there, his cock in his hand, and pushed in. Frankie lay against you, and turned your face towards him. Kissing you as Joel thrust in.
âDamn, sweetheartâŠFrankie was right, youâre so tight. Squeezing me so hard, fuckâŠâ
You whined in Frankieâs mouth while Joel was kissing your neck. He thrust in slowly before pulling back. Repeating the movement endlessly, while your legs spread wide gave him full access. Frankie leaned down and took one of your breasts in his hand, sucking on the nipple, his lips wrapped around it. Joel gave you a forehead kiss, his thick cock buried in you. Sometimes Frankie would slide his hand up to your clit, rubbing it lightly, and your pussy would contract on Joel's cock, making him groan. Their mouths and hands were brushing your skin constantly.Â
They took turns between your legs, drawing two new orgasms out of you. Seeing them, feeling them fucking you, one then the other, was turning you on desperately and your pussy was weeping. When one of them was kissing you, searching for your tongue with his, the other was kissing your neck, your cheek, sucking a nipple. You loved feeling their mouths on you at the same time.
They fucked you, one then the other, and they never seemed to get tired, filling your pussy perfectly each in their own way. Until you wanted more, and needed more.
âMore? Tell us what you want, sweetheart.â
âI want you bothâŠat the same time.â
âOh, baby. You want our two cocks filling your two holes?â said Frankie, his cock buried in your cunt.
âYeah, Iâd like to tryâŠâ
âItâs ok, baby. Weâll go slow.â
âYeah. Frankie?â
Frankie nodded, pulling out of you.Â
âGet on me, sweetheart.â
Joel lay on his back and you straddled him, grabbing his cock and sinking on it. You brushed his cheek and kissed him, before pressing your chest against his, giving free access to Frankie.
He spread your buttocks, your ring was glistening by the wetness that had been flowing there continuously. He passed his thumb slowly, lingering very lightly over it, as you rolled your pelvis slowly towards Joel. Then Frankie leaned down and started to lick it, pointing his tongue against your tight muscle. His hands now gripping your ass, he softened it under the tip of his tongue. Sometimes dropping his saliva on it, and lightly pushing his thumb in. Then a little deeper. He did it patiently, taking his time to prepare you. He was feeling his cock twitching. Your head resting on Joel's shoulder, you were moaning continuously, overwhelmed by the cock in your pussy, and the tongue opening you little by little. They were so hot, they took care of you so well since the start of the evening at the Lagoon. Attentive to your desires, to your reactions. Slightly changing the pace or position depending on your respiration, the pressure of your hands.
Eventually, Frankie pulled away. âYou still want it, baby?â
âYes, yes. JustâŠgo slow, please, Frankie.â
âOf course. Lemme wet my cock in her pussy a little, Joelâ, he asked. You pulled away from Joel slightly and he pulled out, his cock rubbing against your clit. Frankie pushed his cock easily in your dripping pussy, fucking it with one hand on your hip, and his thumb on your ass. Joel placed his hand on your neck, his forehead against yours, and murmured âyou gonna take us both, sweetheart?â
âFuck, yeahâŠYeah, Iâm gonna take you both, oh my god I canât believe itâs happeningâŠâ
Franck grabbed his cock in his hand, and positioned it against your ring.
âKiss me, sweetheartâ, Joel muttured, stroking your hair. You looked up at him, his hands cupping your cheeks before coming to press his lips to yours. Quickly, his tongue sought yours, just as Frankie pushed in. You felt the muscle resisting at first, then gradually giving up. You whined in Joelâs mouth, his tongue never stopping brushing yours. You knew he wanted to make you forget the pain. Then he nibbled one of your lips, before licking it. Kissing you again. Until Frankie bottomed out, his balls against Joel's cock. He didn't stay buried and pulled back as slowly, before thrusting in again.
âOh, fuck. BabyâŠitâs so good, fuckâŠâ
âI can feel your cock Frankie, damnâŠare you ok, sweetheart?â
You nodded, unable to speak. Overwhelmed by all these emotions you were feeling. Your body was in the middle of theirs, and you felt fulfilled. Their hands were all over your upper body. Frankieâs mouth placed a thousand kisses on your shoulder blades and the back of your neck. Joel's hands caressed your breasts, your ass, your thighs. You heard them grunt and moan, in turn or together. You felt a new orgasm building, from rubbing your clit against Joel's lower abdomen.
âIâm gonna come, Iâm gonna comeâ, you whined.
âCome on baby, come again. Fuck, your ass is so good, baby.â
âCome on our cocks, sweetheart. Then weâll fill you up. Weâll fill that pussy and that ass.â
âOh fuckâ, you whimpered, coming on their cocks, clenching them. You wondered if you hadnât fainted, for a moment.Â
You heard Frankie growling, and Joel calling you a âgood girlâ, just before he pulsed as deep as possible in you, followed by Frankie.Â
You all froze, panting. Catching your breath. Then Frankie pulled back, placing one last kiss on your back. You pulled away from Joel after kissing him, and you lay against him. Frankie lay against you on the other side, spooning you, his hand on your hip. Their cum flowing from both of your sore holes.
You slept there, sometimes waking up during the night, feeling their bodies against yours or their arms around you. Snuggling against one of them then the other.Â
When the rays of the sun woke the three of you and Frankie opened the van door, you had a direct view of the ocean. Its color was perfect. The most beautiful blue. And also these pastel, pink colors of the sky, at dawn.Â
You spent the day with them. You surfed, took photos. Frankieâs freshly tattooed forearm with the word âadventure.â You looked at them so many times during that day. And every time your eyes met, you all blushed and giggled, thinking about the night you had spent.
You returned to the Lagoon, and didn't leave them until they finally gave up on the idea of going all the way to Southern California. They called you âour girlâ. Their hands, tongues and cocks roaming every inch of your body, just as yours on theirs. They stayed with you until they had to return to Texas.
The day before, Frankie went to get another tattoo. Joel told you Frankie always got one at every place they visit, a tattoo of the best thing there. He showed it to you when he came back: a surfboard with your name on it. You hugged him so tight that he could barely breathe and couldnât stop laughing, squeezed by your arms.
At the airport, they held you until the last minute. And your heart sank when they left.
A few months later, you were sitting at the same airport. Ready to board for Austin. So that they, in turn, could introduce you to their lives.
You looked at the sun through the large windows of the airport, and smiled. Life offers good surprises sometimes. Yours was Joel and Frankie.
Thank you for reading đ
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