Read The Unblocked Collection Online
Authors: Marni Mann
“Tell me how you feel,” he moaned.
My eyes opened. “I feel…incredible.” I could hardly form the words.
“No. I need more than that, Frankie.”
My name in his mouth suddenly had an entirely different effect on me. “I’m
so close
…”
His fingers slowed. “Oh no, baby…you’re not close at all, actually. You’ll be getting much more of this before I even think about letting you come.”
It was all I could do to keep breathing.
DEREK
HER PUSSY CONSTRICTED
around my finger. Her silken wetness slipped over me with each plunge as her clit tightened under my thumb. Even with the small table limiting my movement, I was still able to reach her and watch the reactions that spread over her gorgeous face. Slowing down didn’t seem to matter. I could see in her eyes how close she was. “Fight it, Frankie.”
“I…don’t think I can,” she whispered.
She wasn’t the one in control here; I was. She wouldn’t come until I wanted her to. I lifted my thumb off her clit, but kept my finger inside her. “I’ll stop if you don’t.”
“No,” she gasped, her hand landing on top of mine. “Please…don’t stop.” Panic shot through her eyes. Her pussy then started to loosen; she was fighting the orgasm, coaxing her body into an even rhythm. “Ahhhhh…that’s it,” she moaned as my hand resumed.
I gave her a second finger, squeezing it into that tight little hole. I could only imagine what it would feel like around my dick—the sopping wetness, the heat, the snug fit. Fuck. My cock was responding as though I could feel it, as though she were draining every bit of cum from me. I was harder than the narrow oak table that separated us.
Frankie wasn’t moaning to please me like some of the women I’d been with. She wasn’t performing, wasn’t bending or bucking like there was a camera at the end of the booth. This passion was pure, raw. Her erotic impulses came naturally. It was one of the many layers that she’d been hiding within her tightly-wound body. But that body was finally beginning to loosen, her layers separating. She couldn’t have looked more beautiful while it was happening.
I could feel once again how close she was to getting off. She’d fought it once; a second time would be more difficult. The waitress would be bringing our food soon, and I didn’t want her—or anyone in the restaurant—to see Frankie come. I wanted that to happen without any outside intrusion. And getting her out of there meant I could really reward her, and reward myself by being able to devour her lips while she came.
“I’m sorry to do this, baby.”
“Do what?” She realized what I meant as I pulled my fingers out.
“Get dressed.” Her slickness covered my skin. It looked so fucking good. I held my hand up to my mouth and licked every bit of her off me. She tasted better than anything that had ever been on my tongue.
“Did you just lick my wetness off your fingers?” She blushed as she spoke.
I smiled. “Yes…and you were delicious.” She arched her ass off the seat, making room to button her pants. “No one has ever told you how good you taste, have they?”
She shook her head. “No. That’s definitely a first.”
“I suspect I’m going to be your first for many other things, too.”
She tilted her head back and laughed. It wasn’t a sound I’d heard from her in the past. This was a nervous chuckle. She didn’t know what to expect from me.
I liked that.
And I wasn’t surprised. From the moment we’d met, I could tell she had never been with a man like me. Reed was a selfish bastard. He probably liked to fuck her in front of a mirror—not because he liked to watch her face, but because he liked to watch his own. It wouldn’t be like that with me.
Our one night and one morning would be all about her.
Had this been any other evening, I would have brought my hook-up back to my townhouse where I’d be busy with her until the early hours of the morning. But there would be nothing usual about my experience with Frankie, and my place in the city wasn’t where I wanted to taste her. Tonight wasn’t for full-on fucking, anyway; it was for foreplay, for prepping. For getting her surface ready. Tomorrow, I’d begin making plans for us.
I stood from the booth and reached for my wallet. I dropped several bills on the table, enough to cover our meals, drinks, and a decent tip. Then I leaned down, placing my lips next to Frankie’s ear. It was time to address that sound she had made. “When my cock slides into that tight ass of yours, I don’t think you’ll be laughing like that.” The color in her flushed cheeks deepened as her breathing sped up again. “I’m going to work your hole open with the tip of my tongue, then slowly fuck it with my mouth until it’s wide enough for my fingers. And when I feel you’re ready, when that precious ass has spread to accommodate me, I’m going to slide in the crown of my cock and watch you shimmy against it until your hips are begging to ride me. Then I’ll stick two fingers into your pussy and fuck both holes until you explode.”
Her hand clasped mine. Her body was mostly limp and falling into me as I lifted her out of the booth. My words had hit her, maybe making a greater impact than my fingers had. When I got a chance to act out everything I’d just described, my dick would make an even bigger impact. She’d come under the pressure of me, over and over…and over again.
I led her through the front door of the restaurant toward a side alley, pressing her back against the brick façade. My hands rested above her head, my arms caging her. Her feet straddled mine, and I knew she was ready. She looked up at me with those big gunmetal eyes.
I hadn’t been able to get her mouth off my mind. Reed had ruined my chance of taking it at the party. I wouldn’t let that happen again.
My lips crashed against hers in the most forceful way, my tongue probing, dancing, taking in her sweet taste. I loved watching the way her body bent with need, the way she folded into my hands as I brought them down to her hips, the way she wriggled for me to take more of her. And I did…unbuttoning the top of her pants, sliding beneath that flimsy lace and reclaiming that warm hole. Nothing but darkness concealed us; nothing kept prying eyes from watching as I reached in and took what was mine. “You’re still so fucking wet.”
She pulled her mouth away. “Shit, Derek…” she moaned loudly, her hands reaching for my belt. She dug her fingers into the buckle and pulled on the strap.
Clearly, she didn’t understand how this arrangement worked. And how could she, when this was the first time I had given her hands any freedom. What had happened at the party the previous night had been unplanned, reckless. Not my usual method. Tonight was going to be different.
My hand clamped her wrist over her bracelet. “Not here.”
Her eyes widened. “I think we’re already
here
…”
“No. We’re not.” I brought her hand to my mouth, took her index finger between my teeth and flicked the end with my tongue. “If I let you touch my dick, then I’m going to have to bend you over in this alley and fuck you against this wall so hard, you’ll end up with a concussion.” I sucked on her middle finger, the taste of her skin as delicious as her mouth. “Is that what you want?”
Getting finger-fucked in a restaurant and outside in an alley was certainly more daring than Frankie had ever been, but I assumed getting naked and full-on fucking against a brick wall was where she’d draw the line.
She pulled her finger out of my mouth, drew it down my throat and stopped at my stomach. Then she slipped it between the buttons of my shirt. “Is this safe?” She was now touching my skin, winding her way down my abs, circling the patch of hair that led to my dick.
“Safer.”
I took her mouth again and drove my finger as high as I could get it inside her before I curved it toward her G-spot. I stroked it each time I reached it, quickly pulling out for her to feel the sensation of the release before I dipped right back in.
“Oh my God!” she yelled. Her hand left my stomach as her arms wrapped around my neck.
I lifted one of her legs and curled it around my waist. The new position gave me more room to touch her clit. “You like that?”
Her breath was all ragged grunts. “I had no idea…it could feel like this.”
I knew then that there were lots of things she didn’t know. That knowledge made my cock even harder.
“Do you want to come now, Frankie?”
“Please,” she begged.
I clamped my fist around her hair and pulled it back to expose the length of her neck. I smelled her skin, kissed my way to her throat. Her breathing vibrated under my lips. “When you come, I want you to moan my name from the depth of your throat, drawing the sound across your tongue and through those gorgeous lips. Can you do that?”
“
Yesssss
…”
“Then come for me.”
She finally had my permission, which I could feel was all she’d been waiting for. Her pussy clenched around my finger, the muscles in her navel rippling against me. Her nails dug into my shoulders. My lips lingered on her throat, her pulse throbbing beneath me. I wanted to feel my name as it found its path out of her mouth. I glanced up to watch the pleasure as it spread across her, as her muscles tensed and tightened before her entire body went limp.
It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
My cock agreed, reminding me how badly I needed to be inside her, and how hard I was going to take her when I finally had the chance.
She trembled for a few seconds. Then her shoulders straightened, and she leaned back against the brick, gazing into my eyes. “That was more…” She took a breath. “I don’t know how else to describe it, but it was just…more.”
“Imagine how much
more
it’ll be the next time I’m inside you, when there’s more than just my fingers making you moan.”
She looked confused. “There’ll be a next time?”
“Oh, yes.” I traced her bottom lip with my wet thumb, her juices glimmering all over it. I pulled it into my mouth and sucked it off. “This may have felt like something, but believe me…it was nothing.”
She laughed softly. “Then I can only imagine what everything will be like.”
She wouldn’t have to wait for long.
FRANKIE
I CLIMBED INTO
Derek’s SUV and wrapped the seatbelt around me. I’d been in here at the beginning of the evening, with a very different feeling running through me. Whatever tension I had felt earlier had been relieved, my body satiated in a way I’d never quite experienced before. My smell was still on his fingers; I could still taste him in my mouth. I no longer had to close my eyes to imagine what his touch would feel like. It was a memory I would never forget.
“Is your car at your office?” he asked, starting the engine.
“No.”
His eyes slid toward me. “Can I take you home, then?” I was fully dressed, my jeans buttoned, my jacket belted around me. But I had never felt more naked than I did at that moment. Derek Block—my
client
—knew I was fully waxed, how my lips moved when I kissed, what my face looked like when I had an orgasm. He’d felt me from the inside.
Was that okay? Or had I made the biggest mistake of my life?
It was all I could do to nod. “That would be great. Thanks. Do you need my address?”
“I will in a minute.” He shifted into reverse and put his arm over the back of my seat, turning to face me as his eyes aimed through the rear window. The nearness of him sent me another whiff of his scent: cedar and woods, with a hint of musk, aromas that were becoming achingly familiar. “You look like you want me inside your pussy again.”
I didn’t answer him. I just blinked, realizing I was gazing at him as intently as he was staring at me. He was right: I did want him again. But I wanted more of him this time—for him to be as exposed and naked and vulnerable as me. And I wanted to know what he was thinking. As much control as he’d exerted over the situation, I knew his thoughts couldn’t have been as jumbled and scattered as mine.
We pulled out of the parking spot and were now on the street, blocking in a row of parked cars to the side of us and holding up the line of traffic behind us. Someone honked, but Derek stayed where he was and turned on his turn signal. “Don’t let your head go there, Frankie.” I had no idea what he was talking about. He reached for my cheek, his hand holding my skin tighter than I was used to. “What played out in that office last night happened the way it was supposed to.”