If you’d asked me before Frankie, I would have said that men in panties weren’t my thing. That they were too feminine. I would have been so, so wrong. If anything, the silk and lace accentuated his male body, and the contrast of the delicate panties and the hardness of his physique was a serious turn on. He lay there letting me look, enjoying my eyes on him.
He reached down and used one finger to trace hard outline of his dick—up and down. “Fuck,” I whispered. I grasped my own cock, stroking myself. This was one image I would store away for good use later, that was damn sure.
“Devin.” I jerked my eyes up to his face to see a wicked grin. “Why don’t you come over here and lay down and let me do that for you?”
I slowly moved toward the bed, stroking myself as I went, but I did as he asked and lay down on the bed. I wasn’t sure what he would do next, but I wasn’t prepared for him to straddle me. He rocked his body rubbing his silk covered cock against my bare one. “Fuck, Frankie, you’re killing me.” I ran my hands up his thighs around to his ass guiding his rocking.
“Killing you, huh? Want me to stop?”
“Hell no. I want more. I want inside you. Like this, with you on top riding me.”
He gracefully rolled off me. “Condom and lube?”
“In the drawer,” I said pointing to the bedside table. He stretched over and grabbed what we needed as he slid the panties down his legs. I reached for the condom, but he snatched it back, shaking his head.
“I told you to lay down on the bed and let me, remember?” He straddled my thighs and tore open the package with his teeth. I let out a moan as he rolled the condom over my cock and gave it a couple of strokes. I watched as he prepared himself for me.
I wouldn’t have thought it was possible for me to get any harder, but watching him slide his fingers in, opening himself for me, proved me wrong. I wanted him so badly I ached. By the time he positioned himself over me and slowly slid down over me, I was on the edge. When he was fully seated, he began to rock back and forth slowly. It took everything in me not to take over, but this was his show.
He reached back bracing himself with one hand on my thigh and increased the speed of his movements. I wrapped my hand around his cock and jerked in time with his movements. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back. No longer able to lay there, I sat up and wrapped my other hand in his hair to hold his head back, giving me access to his neck. I continued to stroke his cock as he rolled his hips, but the change in position forced me deeper inside of him pushing me to the brink of orgasm. “I’m going to come,” I gasped into his ear.
“Fuck, me too,” he said. With only a few more thrusts of his hips, wet heat covered my hand and his body stiffened. That triggered my release, and I wrapped my arms around him and held on as waves of sensations coursed through my body.
I fell back without letting go, taking him with me. He snuggled in releasing a huge sigh. We lay there until our breathing returned to normal, just holding each other. “Shower?” I asked.
“In a minute,” he said. “I just want to cuddle right now,”
I chuckled and wrapped my arms tighter around him. “I seem to remember you saying something about wanting a teddy bear.”
“Mmm huh,” he said drowsily patting my chest. “That’s you, my teddy bear.”
I kissed the top of his head and drifted off with him.
I woke up the next morning with Frankie in the crook of my arm, running his fingers through the hair on my chest.
“Hmm, morning,” I said sleepily, running my fingers lightly up and down his spine. “This was just about a perfect weekend,” I said.
“Just about? I was going for absolutely. Maybe I better try again,” he teased.
I chuckled and hefted him up on top of me and tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. He moaned into my mouth and moved his body against mine. I gripped his ass and pulled him tighter against me. “I love the way your body feels.”
I rolled with him, tucking him underneath me. He ran his hands up my chest and grinned. “And I love the way your body feels.”
I leaned down to kiss him again as my phone chimed with my mom’s ring tone. I gave him a quick kiss and rolled off, grabbing the phone and reading the text message.
Mom: Leaving here now. Going to stop for donuts. Be there in about ten.
“Mom’s on her way with Annie,” I said with a sigh. “I would say it’s earlier than I expected but we actually slept late.” I didn’t think he would mind, but I hadn’t expected Jefferson to either, and he’d always been annoyed when we were interrupted.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek, and then rolled off his side of the bed. “Better get dressed then. Do you want me to cook breakfast? Oh! Or do you want me to leave before she gets here? We didn’t talk about that.”
I climbed out of bed and said, “Come here.”
He came to me and I wrapped him in a hug. “You don’t need to leave. My mom has been wanting to meet you, and Annie will be excited to see you. Mom said she was stopping for donuts, but if you want me to tell her not to, I would love for you to cook breakfast. If you had rather not, we can have donuts.”
“What? Like supermarket donuts? I didn’t make any for the shop and there are no other bakeries in town. Supermarket donuts will do in a pinch.” He made a face that let me know how not okay they were even in a pinch. “I’ll cook. Let me toss on my clothes.” He grabbed his bag and headed to the bathroom.
While he dressed, I let her know not to stop. Then I put on my own clothes. He came out of the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Not exactly meet-the-family clothing,” he said. “But it was this, or the clothes I wore last night.”
“This is fine. It’s a Saturday morning and you look gorgeous, as always. Don’t worry, my mom will adore you. If for no other reason, because Annie does.”
“Not because you do?” he teased.
“Oh, I do. I’m just not as important as Annie.”
“I hope so,” he said more seriously. “I know how much she means to you, and you mean a lot to me, so I want her to like me.”
“You’re important to me, too, and she knows that. You wouldn’t be here spending time with Annie if you weren’t. Now, what’s for breakfast?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to see what you have in the kitchen first.” He gave me a quick kiss, turned, and rushed to the kitchen to get started. I trailed after him trying to think of what I had he could make.
“We’re going to have to talk about stocking your kitchen if I’m going to stay over. For today, it will be omelets. I’ll get the fillings chopped up, and then I can make them once they get here. Do you think your mom will stay to eat?”
“Oh, she won’t pass up a chance to give you the third degree. You can bet she’ll stay.”
“Great,” he said, rolling his eyes, but his smile said he wasn’t really upset at the idea.
Chapter 16
Frankie
I had never done the whole meet-the-parents thing, at least not with someone I cared about. From the way Devin and Annie talked about Danielle Roberts, I was thinking she was a pretty special lady. She obviously loved her family. I hoped Devin was right and that she would at least give me a chance. I wasn’t sure meeting her first thing in the morning in Devin’s kitchen was ideal, but here we were.