Page 16 of Frankie and the Fed (Untamed Rascals #3)

“Good, because if I were the only one coming tonight, I’d feel like a selfish bitch.” She kissed my pulse point, her hands running down my back and slipping into the top of my jeans. Shivers ran down my spine.

“Never. I enjoyed every second of what just happened.” I let go of her and opened the door to let us both in.

She brushed along me, lingering long enough to make me want more, and then slipped inside, and sat in the middle seat so we would have to sit pressed to each other.

She leaned against me as we pulled out of the small porte-cochere. Her hand traced lazy circles on my legs, getting closer and closer to the apex of my thighs with each pass.

“Minx. There’s a driver right there.” I leaned down and nipped her earlobe, speaking so only she would hear. “What would she think if she knew you were teasing me by coming so close to touching my pussy in front of her?”

Her breath hitched, and her hand stilled before boldly moving higher on my inner thigh. I couldn’t help but spread my legs wider and slouch in my seat to give her access.

“Fuck, Frankie,” I said just for her. “Are you trying to make me come in the back of a rideshare? It won’t work.”

A thrill ran through me from teasing and pushing her. It would work. All she would need to do was touch me, give me the slightest pressure, and I’d be done for.

She fell for it and pressed her hand against my pussy, my body convulsed at the contact.

“Dirty girl. How dare you tease me where anyone can see?” I pushed into her, grinding on her hand in a slow rhythm that didn’t do either of us any good.

She turned her head into my shoulder and whimpered. She wanted to tease me, but it was clear she was just as needy as I was .

“Greedy little slut. I don’t want to give some random person a show. She’d like it too much.” I pushed my hips against her hand again, just enough to contradict my words and make her whimper. “You don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to show our driver just how needy you are for me, right?”

She whimpered, her face still buried in my neck.

“You don’t want her to know how wet I make you, do you?” I pushed again.

She shook her head, rubbing it against my shoulder.

“Good girl, this pussy is mine tonight. I made it wet, and I don’t want to share.” I ran my hand along her leg, under her skirt, and rested it just below her soaked panties.

“Fuck. Jamie. If you don’t stop talking, it won’t matter if the driver’s here. I’m going to have no choice. I’ll have to crawl into your lap and ride your thigh until I come,” she said directly into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Shit.” I closed my eyes and rested my head on the back of the seat. Visions of her riding my thigh danced behind my eyes. I leaned back down to her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d get my pants so wet with your come everyone would know what we were doing.”

She whimpered again, pushing against the hand I had still resting on her thigh.

The car stopped before she could do more, and I pried my hand from her soft, warm skin.

The small cottage sat in a neighborhood of tall oak trees and manicured lawns. Pristine, but unpretentious.

Of course, I’d been here before, but she didn’t need to know that.Guilt tried to rise in me, but her body against mine, her breath on my neck, her small whimpers all erased it before it could grow .

Tonight. I had tonight.

Something about the place, despite being so different from her family home, screamed Frankie, like she’d made her mark on every board and brick in this place.

I didn’t let Frankie’s hand go as we raced up the steps and she used her code to unlock the door.

That was not good security. I didn’t want to memorize the access, but there it was, permanently imprinted on my brain. Access to her house was mine anytime I wanted it. How many other people had the same? Maybe when this was all said and done, I’d send her a new security system.

She slammed the door behind us and then pushed me up against the nearest empty wall.

“My turn,” she said right before she latched onto my nipple through my shirt and the thin cups of my bralette.

My nipples had been hard since the bar, arousal and cold making them peak. I gasped at the sensation.

“Fuck, Frankie.” I gripped her head and held it to me as she suckled.

She barely had to hunch, even in her heels, and something about our height difference made this all the hotter. I used to hate being tall. Now, I reveled in it.

I pushed her back from me on a gasp. Her lips were shiny and red from her efforts, and the cool air brushed my soaked shirt, sending a shiver through me.

I bent and kissed those irresistible lips as I walked her back to the couch, pushing her until she was propped against the back for balance, and dropped to my knees before her.

This angle emphasized her wide hips and soft belly. She was a goddess, and kneeling in supplication to her was the first time in my life I understood religion .

“How do I get these off?” I fumbled with the top of her boots for a moment before she pointed out the hidden zipper on the inside of her thigh. I placed a soft kiss above each one before pulling the zipper down and removing her boots.

On my knees in front of her, I was in the perfect place to taste her, and my mouth watered at the prospect.

I dragged her skirt up her thighs until her soaked black silk panties were in view.

Fuck. I did that.

I nuzzled her and breathed her in, reveling in the fresh, musky scent of her arousal. She cried out when I latched onto her clit through her panties and drank in the tangy flavor of her pleasure.

A stinging sensation burst across my scalp as she pulled my hair. I didn’t know if she was trying to pull me closer, push me back, or just hang on, but her sharp grip and the slight pain that went with it drove me on.

I couldn’t get enough of her—her taste, her scent, her reactions. So needy for me. It was a heady feeling. One I didn’t think I’d ever experienced before now.

Everything before this woman faded away as I devoured her.

I brought both my hands to her thighs, letting her skirt drape around my head, parted only by her hand in my hair, hiding me and letting me dive deeper into her.

“Jamie. Oh god. Yes.” Her clit pulsed on my tongue when she came, and I regretted that my desperation kept her panties in the way of tasting her warm, tangy release directly.

I eased back—my legs numb from kneeling .

The times I’d been on my knees for men like this felt degrading and wrong, but this—this felt powerful and so right I wanted to bury myself between her legs again and drown in her.

She let go of my hair, her boneless arm falling like lead to her side, satiation relaxing her until she was nearly limp. Strands of my hair hung from her fingers, and satisfaction rushed through me at the sight.

“Come on.” I stood and grabbed her hand to lead her to the bedroom.

“The one on the left,” she said, languid and dazed as she guided me to her room.

We were less frantic than before, though my pussy was slick, my jeans uncomfortable and rubbing the wrong way, and I was fully aware that I still hadn’t come. I closed the door behind us and tasted Frankie’s lips in one long sip.

A distant but growing part of me questioned why I was delaying my pleasure. I had always been impatient and frustrated when denied in bed, but seeing Frankie come apart because of my voice, my touch, and my tongue was a pleasure all on its own. One I craved more than I craved release.

She slid her hands up my shirt and teased the bottom of my lace covered breasts before dragging my shirt off.

I didn’t want to release her mouth, but the sight that greeted me was worth it.

I was right—breast height without heels. I didn’t know why that turned me on so much, but I wasn’t going to question it. Not right now. I yanked my thin bralette off, needing to feel her mouth on me again.

She stared at me, licking her lips like she salivated for her new favorite treat. I didn’t deny her. I cupped her cheek and stroked her bottom lip before bringing her head to my breast and letting her take a long, slow suck.

“God, Frankie,” I panted. The tugging on my nipple shot straight to my core, making me throb in need.

She ran her hands down to my pants while she worked my nipple, deftly unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my hips.

She pulled off me with a pop, the sudden contrast of the cool air after her warm mouth making me whimper.

“Fuck. No panties.” She stared at the apex of my thighs as she worked my jeans down. They were too tight for anything but a slow, agonizing torture as she worked them down my hips.

“What can I say, I like to show up for a date,” I teased, playing with her hair as she sank to her knees before me.

“I’ll say,” she said as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants.

Despite all my focus on her earlier, Frankie was still fully dressed as she stood and pushed me down on the bed. Good fucking thing, too, because once I was settled, she backed up and started up a slow striptease as if I wasn’t laying here panting in need.

“Little tease,” I said when she turned her back to me before letting her top fall to the floor, denying me a view of what were undoubtedly perfect breasts.

She looked over her shoulder and winked. “Says the woman who made me come against the bar wall with nothing more than words.”

“Good point. So, this is punishment, then?” By far the best punishment I’d ever had, if it was. I’d gladly make her come in a crowded room any day if this was what I had to look forward to .

“Maybe.” She slid her skirt and panties off in one go, bending over to step out of them.

Her back was still to me, and my mouth went dry at the sight. I pictured her bent over like that, spreading her ass cheeks while I devoured her from behind.

“Hurry the fuck up already.” I propped up my feet and spread my knees, opening my wet pussy, gathering my juices, and teasing my wet clit.

The way her body moved drove me crazy, languid and fluid, at ease as she revealed herself to me.

She wore a bratty little smile when she turned back around. One that promised payback for making her come in the bar earlier. I’d love to see her try.

I drank her in. Her wide hips and thick thighs framed rich brown curls, trimmed into a wide vee arrowing straight to that delicious pussy I’ve tasted but haven’t yet seen.

Her soft stomach, lined with faint stretch marks, invited me in. I wanted to nap with my head right there, her thighs cradling me after I made her come until she passed out. Her waist nipped in at her ribs. Brown nipples stood out hard and mouthwatering from her heavy, teardrop breasts.

I couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect woman.

I barely held back a whimper as she crawled into the bed, her soft, round ass high in the air. She was so fucking lush, and I wanted to sink my fingers into every inch of her.

I stayed glued to the sway of her body as she crawled up me, my hands twitching with the desire to grab her and move her how I wanted. I was glad I didn’t when she pecked my lips, a sweet, soft brush, and then leaned down with a wicked glint in her eyes and bit my nipple.

“Frankie!” I cried as I arched off the bed, pushing myself into her more, desperate and needy and overwhelmed.

She sucked on the nipple she just bit, hard enough to make me groan. I grabbed her head, needing an anchor, needing to push her off or hold her on. Fuck. I didn’t know what I needed.

She popped off my breast—red and already showing a mark—to smile at me again and moved to do the same to the other side. I was panting and thrusting against nothing, trying to find something, anything, to ease the tension building in me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Are you leaving a hickey on my nipples? Fuck.” My hands tightened in her hair, and I took solace in the fact that it was a wig, and I wouldn’t do damage to her scalp.

I pulled her up for a searing kiss, needing this torture to end.

Without breaking our kiss, she entwined one leg with mine, brought her knee to my pussy, and added pressure where I needed it most.

I moaned into her mouth, devouring her lips as I grabbed her hips, sinking my fingers into them for an anchor in the rising tide of my orgasm.

“God. Yes. Frankie. That feels so good.”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” She leaned down and sucked on my nipple, adding a delicate tease to the pressure of her knee, and I came, stars dancing behind my eyes as warmth pulsed through me .

She kept up the pressure, pushing me higher and higher—further than I had ever been.

I came again before the first fully subsided, this one strong enough to blacken my vision, my fingers digging into her hips so hard it must have hurt.

That would leave a mark. The thought wrung another torturous release out of me.

“Frankie, I…” I couldn’t finish that sentence. My breath had fled long ago, and took my words with it.

She slowed her movements and eased the pressure, but didn’t remove her knee completely, leaving her leg there as an anchor for me while my soul returned to my body.

“That was… better than everything before,” I said, kissing her lightly everywhere I could reach.

She laughed lightly at that.

“Now you know how I felt in that bar.” She curled up on top of me, propping her head up on my chest. A lazy, satisfied smile played on her lips.

“That’s what you felt in the bar? In public? That’s indecent.” My voice held no trace of remorse, though, and I smiled as I ran my fingers along her skin, pulling her warm body closer to me.

“It’s entirely your fault.” She burrowed into my arms. I didn’t deny it.All I could think, laying there with this woman in my arms, was that this beat any heaven I was taught to want.

My phone buzzed as Frankie dozed, and I grabbed it from the floor, trying not to disturb her. It didn’t work.

“Who’s that?” she asked without even opening her eyes .

Her voice was soft, and I could imagine waking up to it every morning. I shook that thought off. That life wasn’t for me. Darkness still blanketed us. I still had tonight.

“No one important. Go back to sleep.” I hadn’t even looked at the caller ID. Only two people would be calling me, Taggart or my mom.

I didn’t want to deal with either of them. Not now, with her flavor still dancing on my tongue and my breasts deliciously sore from her ministrations.

I rejected the call without even looking at it, wishing I could turn it off completely, run away from the responsibilities that plagued me.

I’d chosen that life, though.

I wished I could choose another.