by Mandi Beck
“Thanks. Where’s the Princess?” I ask as I move aside so that they can get through the door.
“Upstairs lying down. She went up as soon as we got home. Said that we could go as soon as you got here.”
“Yeah. Get out of here. Just set the alarm on the way out, bro,” I instruct as I turn for the stairs. I showered at the gym, so my plan is to just crawl into bed with Frankie and crash.
I’m just about to call her name when I see her. I stop in the doorway and lean against the jamb as I watch her move around the room in nothing but a t-shirt that barely hits her thighs. Those legs of hers—toned and the color of honey—call to me. They turn me on as much as the rest of her. Without a doubt, my favorite place to be is in between them. To have them wrapped around me. My waist, my head . . . doesn’t matter.
My hand has found its way into my sweats as I stand there admiring her. Releasing the hold I have on my cock, I slip my hand out and push away from the door. Frankie still hasn’t seen or heard me. Coming up behind where she stands lighting a candle, I place a kiss to the side of her neck causing her to jump.
“Deacon, you scared me . . . mmmm.” Whatever she was about to say is forgotten. She tilts her head to the side, allowing me better access. Softly, I trail my fingers up the backs of her bare thighs, up and over her waist, taking the shirt with me so that it’s bunched at her hips.
“No panties . . . were you waiting for me, baby?” I ask in a voice gritty with need. Grasping her hips, I pull so she’s flush against me and thrust against her ass. She stiffens, just enough for me to notice.
“You okay, Princess?” Turning her so she’s facing me, I palm her ass, giving it a little squeeze. I freeze when I bump against something hard and cool. Eyes wide, they land on Frankie who is flushed with more than just want. “Is that what I think it is?” My tone is incredulous, hopeful. She watches me a little warily as she chews at the inside of her lip.
“It’s a plug. I’ve been wearing it all week. Indie said it would help,” she says breathily.
“Wait. What? You mean to tell me that you’ve been walking around rocking a butt plug all week and I didn’t know? How in the fuck is that even possible?” My mind is racing. I’m not sure if I love that she’s been wearing it and I didn’t know or if I hate it. And where the fuck did Indie come into all this?
“I wore it mostly when you weren’t home,” Frankie admits shyly.
“Jesus fuck, I’m glad you didn’t tell me. You wouldn’t have made it out of the bedroom.” I bend to kiss her slowly and then spin her in my arms again, her back to my front. Kissing a path down her neck, I gather the soft cotton material of her shirt and deftly lift it up and over her head, tossing it to the ground before resuming my path straight down her spine. Squatting now, I place a kiss on each of the twin dimples hovering over her ass at the small of her back and then down and underneath each taut ass cheek. As I spread her gently, I get my first view of the sparkly little gem she has nestled there. Groaning low in my throat, I open her just a little wider to get a better look. “Tell me again why you’ve been wearing this and what Indie has to do with it,” I say right before I go to placing kisses all over her perfectly rounded ass.
“I wan—ted to do something special for you.” Her voice hitches as I run my tongue along the crease where cheek meets thigh. “I was going to give you a private show, a little late night dancing at home, but that’s kind of hard to do when you’re seventeen weeks pregnant and still try to look sexy, yo—” her words are swallowed by the gasp that leaves her mouth when I take a bite of her ass for saying shit like that.
“I don’t want to hear that shit from you. You’re sexy because you’re pregnant. Beautiful and full of my Love. Perfect,” I insist and then resume my light kisses.
“I wanted to give you something, to show you what you mean to me. How much I trust you. Something only for you.” Frankie sighs and relaxes into my hands, resting her head on the tall dresser in front of her, hands gripping the edge. “I have nothing to give you, Deacon. No rings or custom jewelry, no flashy parties, or anything like that. All I have is me and I want you to have that. All of me. Always.”
This woman. This woman is everything. “That’s all I want, Princess. All I need. Always.” Rising I wrap my arms around her from behind, swallowing her up, palming her swollen belly. “You don’t have to do this though, not unless you want to. I don’t need this to know how you love me, baby.” I press a reassuring kiss into her hair.
“I want to. I want to be with you like this.” I meet her gaze in the mirror hanging in front of us. “Fuck me in the ass, Deac. Take me. Make all of me yours,” Frankie tells me in a husky rasp.
“Jesus fuck,” I hiss between my teeth as I sweep her up and stalk over to the bed. Gently, I place her on top of the cool silky sheets and crawl over her, nudging her legs open as I do. Careful not to put any weight on her stomach, I settle in the vee she’s made for me. My rigidness against the softest part of her. “Tell me again that you want me to fuck your ass, Frankie.” Dragging my nose across her cheek, I place my ear closer to her mouth. The mouth I plan on taking along with the rest of her, if I can control myself long enough.
“I want you to be my first, my only. I want you to take my ass, Deacon. Please?” she breathes her words onto my skin, sending an electrifying shiver up my spine. My whole body is rigid, trembling with the urgency to do what she asks. I have to go slow, be gentle.
I kiss a path to her mouth, swiping my tongue across her lips, “Just the tip, right?” I tease. Her smile is instantaneous.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe not,” I retort, making her giggle.
All my attention is focused on her, on the way the flush covering her chest has crept into her cheeks. The way her eyes smile even though her lips are screwed into a nervous little purse. How through my trembling I can feel hers. This right here is what it’s all about. This is passion and love and every other fucking thing I never wanted with anyone but her. I have it all, right here in my arms.
Sitting up, I straddle her thighs, looking my fill at the vision in front of me. She’s pure sex. And she’s mine. “Touch them, Frankie. I want to see your hands on your tits,” I command her hoarsely. I smile when she does as I say without hesitation. Her tiny, pink- and black-tipped fingers pluck at her beaded nipples, her eyes fluttering closed as she scrapes a nail over one, then the other. Her eyes pop open as I rise off of her, pushing my pants and boxer briefs down and kicking them to the floor before I position myself between her knees that are now bent. Kneeling there, I watch as she goes on to knead and pinch, palm and squeeze. One tit and then the next.
My hand skates up through her bared pussy, collecting the wetness there before smoothing it over the head of my cock. I do it once more and she jerks upward, chasing my retreating hand. Teeth sunk into my bottom lip, I watch her as she watches me. Cock in hand, I squeeze the base and then slide my hand up to the tip, rubbing the underside with my thumb before making my way back down, spreading Frankie all over the sensitized skin. Her eyes now locked on my hand as I pump my cock, I rub the tip against her clit, eliciting a low moan from her. My control slipping with every sound, every movement, every breath. This was supposed to be for her. To get her ready, wanting and needing so badly to make it easier for her. I never want to hurt her. It will, but I want to make the pleasure consume her, make her forget about everything else and for her to just feel.
On the nightstand, I see a bottle of lube she must’ve put there. I reach past her and grab it, placing it on the bed next to us. “Roll over, Frankie,” my tone soft, yet firm. Moving out of the way so she can do as I ask, I place a pillow beneath her to keep her from being flat on her stomach. “We’ll go slow, I promise,” I reassure her, my lips once again landing on the dimples at the small of her back. Moving in closer, I position myself directly behind her so that I’m kneeling between her spread legs and her ass is resting across my thighs, covering me in her wetness. Growling, I reach between us and
slide my hand down and cup her pussy, pressing against her clit while with the other I tug gently at the plug nestled into her tight ass. Frankie tenses when I give it a twist.
“Shhhh, easy baby. I need you to relax all of your muscles and just let me make you feel good. I promise you it won’t hurt for long and I will stop whenever you want.” Soothing her with my words, I feel her body melt, her muscles stop fighting the invasion. “That’s it, Princess, I’ll fuck you nice and easy with this and then we’ll try my cock.” Fingers sliding through her slick heat, I dip first one inside of her before pulling out and pushing back in with two, my thumb circling around her clit while still gently twisting the plug with the other. I can feel when she’s close, her pussy clamping down on my hooked fingers. “You want to come, Frankie? You want to come all over my fingers while I fuck your ass with this plug?” I ask, my movements a little faster now.
“Please. Please let me come, Deacon,” she whimpers into the pillow. I start to work the jewel-tipped metal in and out of her ass in rhythm with the fingers I have buried inside of her. When she’s close, her body rocking into my hand, I pull the plug from her completely and reach for the lube. Squeezing a generous amount in the crack of her ass, I rub my fingers around the rim, testing her tightness with the pad of my thumb. When she doesn’t pull away, I know that she’s ready. Never allowing the fingers playing her pussy to slow, I apply some of the slippery oil over the head of my cock, massaging it in. Straightening, I slip my fingers from her and move them to her clit at the same time I glide my cock to her ass. Pressing the head into her slowly, gently. “Jesus fuck, your ass is so tight, Frankie. So fucking tight. I’m going to make you feel so good,” I vow as I inch forward just a little bit more, stopping when she resists. “Don’t fight me, Frankie. Let me in, baby. Let me fuck you dirty.” The words come out as a rumbling growl low in my throat.
Just as Frankie relaxes, her body tenses again as I hook one finger in her pussy. “Oh God, Deac. Oh, God.”
As the tremors from her first orgasm start to take over, I push until I’m a little farther in her ass. She’s so goddamn tight, it’s nearly painful. I need her to take all of me, but I won’t rush it. She groans through it, hissing out a breath when I inch my way deeper still. “Ahhh, that’s my girl. Take all of it, baby.” I feel her relax more and more as I make my way past every tight ring. As easy as I can, I thrust, putting her ass right to my stomach and holding her there.
The sweat pooling at the base of my spine right now is the only thing keeping me focused. She feels so fucking good. Allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of me, I fight the urge to thrust. Bit by bit, I feel some of that tension lessen. As it does, I begin to rock slowly into her. “This ass was made for me to fuck, Frankie. It fits me like a fucking glove.” Slowly I pull out, stopping when she whimpers. “Shhh, I got you, baby,” I soothe as I again slide two fingers into her pussy. As I work her over, bringing her closer to another orgasm, she starts pushing back onto my cock. “That’s it, Frankie. Fuck me. Make us both feel good.” At my words, she begins a steady pace, my finger moving in time with her. I can feel the rippling of her walls as her movements become more frantic. It’s more than I can take when she cries out, her legs trembling almost violently. “Please, let me fuck you, baby? I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to fuck this perfect little ass,” I plead.
Frankie throws her head back and lets out a low sexy moan. “Yes, now. Please, please, please,” she chants, giving me the permission I need. I pull my fingers from her and tangle my hand in her hair, pushing her head down against the pillow, forcing her ass higher into the air. My left hand on her hip, I pull her back onto my cock until I’m completely seated, then pull all the way out to the tip and do it again, every time making it a little easier to get all the way back in. “I’ve wanted in this ass for so fucking long,” I grunt, thrusting at a slow pace, building her back up. “So tight, so damn tight.” I lose all finesse when she spreads her legs even wider and starts rubbing her clit, the spasms in her legs more noticeable. “Princess, this ass is mine, that pussy is mine. You’re fucking mine,” I growl right before my own orgasm takes hold of me. It has me babbling incoherent shit as I ride out wave after wave of intense pleasure right along with the moans and cries of my girl.
I would live in this ass if I could, but I want her off her stomach, so I gently pull back. With no shame, I spread her cheeks and watch my come trickle out of her ass and into her pussy. “Jesus fuck,” I hiss out.
Rolling her over onto her side, I get up and snag a towel from the chair in the corner and bring it back over to the bed. Carefully, in case she’s sore, I give her a quick wipe before lying down behind her, tucking Frankie tightly against my sweaty body. “Thank you,” I whisper hoarsely into her hair. “Thank you for trusting me to take care of you. There’s nothing in this world I love more than you. Not a single thing, Princess,” I tell an already sleeping Frankie. I place a kiss to her shoulder, chuckling softly to myself. I keep fucking her to sleep like this and my ego is gonna be out of control.
Frankie’s birthday comes and goes with a bang. We got to watch our boys bring home the Stanley Cup on home ice with my brothers. Reggie and Trent sitting in the bar across from the United Center because although we’re keeping every letter that comes to the house from her and have changed her cell number, she’s still on edge. She won’t admit it to any of us, but I see it.
Her nightmares have been more frequent as well. I’m not sure if it’s that she’s not the only one in danger but also our baby that has all of a sudden caused a spike in her fear or the fact that she now knows it wasn’t Andrew who attacked her. That whole “evil you know” way of thinking. Whatever it is, she was at least able to sit back and enjoy one hell of a hockey game on her birthday. Best present ever. Well, aside from the gift she gave me for my birthday. It was also the perfect excuse to buy her a double hockey stick charm for her bracelet.
“Yo, Deac! You with us, brother?” Sonny asks, exasperated. I have the title fight coming up. The. Title. Fight. And here I am daydreaming about the Princess. Typical.
I toss the jump rope I’ve been torturing myself with and head over to the mats where Mav has some guy, who I’m assuming is Scott the wrestling guru, waiting. Rude Awakening is a strong wrestler, which is my weakest area, so this dude is supposed to be some kind of fucking wrestling genius sent by my good friend, Crew Gentry, who knows his wrestling. We’ll see. I shake his hand and listen as Sonny goes over my strengths, like the armbar. Not strong like Ronda Rousey strong, but it’s not bad. And my weaknesses. Fuck him. I don’t have any weaknesses. Well, I have one weakness, but he’s not talking about that.
“Yeah, I’m here, bro. Calm your shit. I was just waiting for you to finish telling him how to beat me.” Smirking, I take a swig of my coconut water and pay attention to what they’re saying now. Sonny wraps it up and tells me to lie flat on my back so that this guy can pin me. The fuck?
My face must convey what I think about this plan because he shakes his head at me. “Stop being a fucking pussy and get your ass on the ground. I need to see how fast you can get out of this hold since its fast becoming Rude’s signature move,” my brother informs me.
We work shit out like this all the time, not sure why I’m giving him so much hell. I think it’s all this gym time and the uncertainty if they’ll even be letting me fight still hanging over my head. That shit with Andrew is kicking me in the ass about as bad as I kicked his. I still haven’t even told Frankie that there’s going to be a hearing at the EWF in the next week or two to determine if I’ll be contending for the title or not. I’m more worried than I’m letting on right now; this being in limbo bullshit is really starting to fuck with my head.
Flat on my back, I wait for Scott to put his balls in my face or whatever fucked up position I’m about to find myself in. He hovers over me as Sonny explains what he wants. Just as Scott starts to work his wrestling magic, I hear Frankie’s raspy voice talking to my brother.
“Thanks, Sonny. I’ll wait over in th—”
“What’s up, baby?” I ask hoisting myself off the mats and brushing past Scott. As I near her, I see that she’s upset and been crying. I can’t have that shit; it never ends well for me. Scooping up her hand, I flip it and place a kiss on my spot and notice the rapidness of her pulse. What the fuck is going on now?
As I’m about to ask her what happened, Sonny chimes in, “Deac, we ha—”
“To take a break so that I can talk to Frankie,” I interrupt and finish for him. He sighs loudly but knows there’s no fucking point in arguing.
“Yeah, might as well. We’ll meet back here in twenty, no fucking longer, Deac.” I get the “don’t fuck with me” voice, definitely not the “Princess” one she got. Waving them off, I turn back to Frankie and see tears glistening in her blues, her throat working to swallow and I’m scared. We’re finally in a good place. This—whatever this is—better not set us back.
“Princess, what’s wrong? Why the tears and shit?” Her hand still in mine, I tug her a little closer, fuck it that I’m covered in sweat. She looks away, shaking her head no, her lower lip quivering. That’s all it takes for my stomach to bottom out.
“No what? You’re starting to fucking worry me, what’s going on?” I demand.
“I-I can’t, Deacon. I have to go,” she stammers and I have no clue what the hell she’s talking about.
“Go where, baby? What the fuck are you talking about, Frankie? What are you running from? Why are you always fucking running from me?” I ask exasperated with her.