Page 17 of Frankie and the Fed (Untamed Rascals #3)
T he bedside lamp cast a warm glow across Jamie, softening the sharper angles of her face. She could have been carved from marble by one of the greats. My own Venus de Milo come to life with a wicked tongue and magical voice .
It didn’t matter at this moment that she may not be who she pretended to be. I couldn’t resist her. Any future pain she would bring would be worth it.
Her eyes were closed, but the small smile tracing her lips told me she was awake.
The patchwork quilt, the last remaining memento of my favorite childhood nanny, covered her to her waist, leaving her breasts on display. They were small but perfectly formed, falling to either side of her chest where she lay in a puddle of pleasure. Large, soft pink nipples capped them.
I couldn’t resist tracing between each breast and along the curve of one to circle her nipple, watching as it puckered and tightened.
“Mmm.” She arched slightly as she gave into the stirring of pleasure.
“So, what brought you to Savannah?” I asked, my heart rate picking up slightly. I didn’t want to interrupt what was happening, but I had a goal, and sex alone wasn’t going to accomplish it.
“What make’s you think I haven’t always been in Savannah?” She ran her fingers along my skin so softly that goosebumps broke out everywhere she touched, like my skin was raising to meet her touch, desperate for more than she gave.
“Your accent.” I pointed out. Not everyone here had a strong Southern accent anymore, but hers was unique all its own, not one I was familiar with. Just another piece of the puzzle I had to figure out.
“I don’t have an accent.” She laughed, her chest brushing along my finger still tracing it.
“You definitely do. It’s r’s and t’s.”
“What?” she asked like she had never considered it. “I do not have an accent!”
She tickled my side, sending me squealing and wiggling against her.
“Whatever you say.”
“Damn straight. What about you? You don’t really have an accent either,” she said .
“Boarding school.” I shrugged. It wasn’t exactly something I loved about my past, but it wasn’t really a secret, either.
“I used to dream of going away to school.” She brushed my hair back from my face, and the intensity of her gaze stole my breath.
“Why?”
“I had the picture-perfect middle-class childhood, but all I could think about was running away.” Pain flashed behind her eyes for a moment before she looked away, and I was cut off from whatever was in that head of hers.
“I know better than anyone that picture-perfect is usually a facade.” I sat up and brought her face back to me, her eyes were glassy.
My gut squeezed. Fuck. I’d ruined a perfect moment.
“You know, I think I could spend a lifetime worshiping this breast.” I brushed her nipple, trying to get us back to that place of bliss we’d been floating in before I thought to play spy and figure out her secrets.
“Just the one?” She smiled, all pain seemingly forgotten, and arched her back in an invitation I couldn’t refuse.
I bent and twirled my tongue around the edges of her areola to tease her.
“I’ll need a second lifetime for the other,” I said just before I took the tip into my mouth and sucked.
“Frankie!” She arched off the bed further, pushing her breast into my mouth and grabbed my head to keep me right where I was.
I pushed down the covers and ran my hand along her well-toned stomach, tracing the circle of her belly button with my finger before flattening my hand and dragging it down to play with her curls—full, thick, and just a shade darker than her blonde hair.
I’d never been with a woman who didn’t shave, at least a little, but the soft, springy feel of them enraptured me.
“More.” Her voice had taken on that low, husky quality it had when she sang, and it drove me just as crazy now as it had then.
I let up from her nipple, now shining from my attention, a crown to top her perfect breasts.
“Sing for me, little bird.” I pushed the blanket off her entirely and crawled around until I was on top of her.
“Little bird?” she asked as I brushed my nose along hers.
“Because you sing so prettily.” I kissed her lightly, not pushing for more.
“No one has ever called me little before.” She seemed a bit dazed.
“Ok, Big Bird, it is.” I tried to kiss her again but caught her laugh instead.
“No, little bird is perfect.” She danced her fingers along my spine and captured my lips in a melting kiss.
Her hands ran down my back again and down my thighs, a light touch—exploratory, like she needed my skin against hers. I knew the feeling.
She pulled my lower lip into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it just as her fingers brushed the edges of my pussy. Electricity ran down my spine, and I arched into the touch.
She didn’t stay there, though, and kept moving until she gripped my ass and pulled me tighter against her, her touch no longer soft.
“You like my ass?” I asked as I kissed down her neck, sucking gently on her pulse point .
“God. So much. I don’t even know why. It’s just wide and plush, and the way my fingers sink into it feels like heaven.” She kneaded my cheeks as she spoke, a soft massage that had me melting against her.
I hummed when I reached her breasts to give attention to the nipple I had neglected earlier. I perfectly understood being obsessed. Every inch of her was heaven against me.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of Jamie—how she felt, how she made me feel. It was like fire. Vital, but with the power to consume and destroy me. Dangerous and enticing all at once.
A distant, faint voice in me tried to remind me of the secrets and lies she held, but she kept up kneading my ass, fondling it like she had nothing better to do, and that voice died.
Every gentle move of my cheeks rubbed my labia together, teasing me and spreading the slick that still coated them from my earlier orgasms.
“Ever use a strap?” I asked, needing more from her now.
“Sweetie, I’ve never been with a woman at all before you. I’m sure you can figure out the answer to that.”A little thrill ran through me that I got to experience this with her.
“Some men like to be pegged, but I see your point.” I didn’t usually like being with inexperienced women. I wasn’t here for them to explore their curiosity, but I didn’t even stop to think about it with Jamie. It was so natural to fall into this with her.
I smiled to cover the terror that thought brought on. I wanted this with her, even if she turned out to be a criminal in league with Tom, I wanted the bright light that was her attention. “I love to get fucked from behind.”
She whimpered and flipped us over, so she hovered over me.
Those fucking amazing breasts brushed mine, and the lean muscles of her arms bulged slightly from where she propped herself up.
“Really? You want me to do that?” Her eyes lit up like an eager puppy.
“I’d beg for it,” I said honestly. It didn’t matter who else she might be, tonight she was mine.
“Fuck.” A shudder ran through her, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were dark and hungry. “Yes. I want that. Both to fuck you and to make you beg for me.”
“In the bottom drawer of the dresser.” I pointed to the tall, narrow, dark walnut piece of furniture tucked into the corner of my small room. “I have a whole collection of toys.”
She bent forward and kissed me hard and quick before jumping off the bed to rummage around in the drawer.
“It’s purple.”
“This?” She held up my double ended vibrating strap on, examining it. “It looks… this part goes in me and this part in you?”
“Yes, there’s also a harness that can hold it all in.”
She found what she needed, including the remote, and brought it all to me.
“I might need your help.” The look on her face said she just wanted my attention.
“Gladly. Here, lay back.” Laying down was not the best position to put on a harness, but I wanted to taste her first.
She opened her legs, her glistening pink pussy spread wide in arousal and on full display.
I ran my tongue along her, stopping to dip inside and taste her straight from the source. I moaned as her sweet and tangy flavor burst across my tongue. I slid my tongue up her, slipping two fingers into her sopping pussy while I teased her clit, stretching her, making her ready for the toy.
She clamped down on me in an enticing rhythm, an orgasm chasing her already.
“Fuck, Frankie, you’re supposed to be—” she cut off and moaned when I grazed her g-spot.
“I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing,” I said when I pulled away, licking my lips to stalk the taste of her. “I had to make sure you were wet and ready for this.”
“I’m ready,” she panted, her dazed eyes locked onto me.
“I can see that.” I helped her into the strap, dragging it along her clit before settling it against her entrance and sliding it into her slowly. I buckled the harness, pushing on the toy to fuck her with it while I worked.
“Oh god.” That low, husky voice of hers came back out to play, and my pussy wept at the sound.
I grabbed the remote and turned on the vibrating function.
“Fuck, Frankie. That’s…” She finished on a moan instead of words.
“Now that I’ve reduced you to a mess of incoherent begging, my turn.”
She opened her eyes and grabbed the remote, turning off the vibrate function. “I thought you would be the one doing the begging.”
“So did I.” I raised an eyebrow in challenge.
She sat up, bringing her face within inches of mine and ran her hand through my hair—fuck, I didn’t even notice that I’d lost my wig somewhere along the way. Her lips met mine in a soft, nibbling kiss that ended before I could deepen it.
“I like the taste of me on your lips,” she whispered, so close her mouth brushed mine with every word, her eyes locked on mine, her hand still soft in my hair.
My stomach flipped. I swallowed hard at the intimacy—the lack of barriers between us. She slipped right through all my defenses.