Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

When I pull away, her eyes are hazy, and she has icing on her lip. I lick it
away and feel her breath hitch. “I like things tidy,” I say quietly. “Helps me find
them more easily.”
Her smile is slow but warm, and when she lifts a hand and brushes the hair
off my forehead, I want to drop to my knees.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Hi,” I whisper against her lips. I kiss her again, then sit back and lean
against the headboard, like her. We eat in quiet, but it’s comfortable. Easy and
peaceful.
Until Frankie finishes her cinnamon roll and licks the tips of her fingers. Not
that I’ve been anything less than hard for the past twelve hours, thanks to
Frankie’s proximity, but now my cock throbs as a furious ache builds in my
groin.
Frankie tsks and sets down her coffee. “Can’t have that, Zenzero.”
I glance up from my coffee. “Can’t have wha—Jesus!”
Her hand slides over my joggers, right between my legs, and I nearly scald
us, violently sloshing my coffee as I throw it down on the nightstand. I want to
stop her, but if I do, I’m pretty sure I’ll keel over from the blood rushing to every
inch of me that Frankie’s palming with expert strokes.
“F-Frankie, you don’t have to—”
“Søren Bergman, unless you’re about to go into cardiac arrest or the house is
on fire, shut up and let me make you come.”
I grunt as she releases me and then slides her hand beneath the elastic of my
sweats. Turning toward her, I set the tray off the bed, and drag Frankie down,
flat on the mattress. My mouth clamps over her nipple, as I suck hard through
the cotton of her T-shirt. With new wetness, her nipple’s evident, a dark berry
color I want to lick and bite and tease for hours. Cupping her full breasts, I groan
appreciatively.
When I drag my teeth gently over one wet, stiff peak, her fingers delve into
my hair. She gasps and arches into me. “Holy shit, Ren.”
Working her nipple with my mouth, I slip my hand down her stomach and
curve it over the wet heat seeping through her panties. Just a faint slide of my
finger and her thighs clamp on my touch.
“Oh. Don’t stop doing that,” she pants. Her fingers tighten in my hair,
holding me close. Her hips tilt upward.
I grin in satisfaction, until I feel her palm gliding over my boxer briefs, her
grip hugging the length of me, up and down. “Frankie.”
It’s all I can say, all I can see and feel. Her lips press to my hair as I suck and
tease her nipples, as I gently rub her through her panties, quick, tight circles.