Love Hurts

by Mandi Beck

  “Princess?”

  Her eyes shoot to mine.

  “Sorry. Do you maybe want to go to my room?” she asks in a rush, indicating with her head the room down the hall that she uses when she stays here.

  I’m so fucking confused right now, probably because all of my blood is pooled in my cock.

  “Why would we go in there?” I ask squinting at her trying to figure out what it is that I’m missing.

  And then, like a motherfucking lightning bolt to my ass, I get it.

  Pulling her into my room and over to the bed, I lightly push her so that she’s sitting, and then lean in placing my hands on either side of her until she’s forced to lie down and scoot back, feet dangling as I climb over top of her, keeping my weight on my forearms.

  “Frankie, you are the only woman that has ever been in this bed. EVER,” I tell her. Never breaking eye contact so she knows I’m not bullshitting. “In fact, you are the only woman who has ever even been in my room.” Lowering myself by my arms so that I’m doing a pushup over her, I nip her bottom lip. “I told you, baby, every little thing is different with you.” Straightening my arms so that our bodies aren’t touching anymore, I look down into those blues that make me feel lost and found all at once. Bending my arms again so that my mouth is hovering over hers, I ask, “We good now?”

  Instead of answering me, she grabs the back of my neck and pulls, closing the distance between us. Our mouths fused together, I yank the rubber band from her hair as gently as I can and then tangle my fingers in the cool, silky strands, letting them slide through my fingers. Tightening my hands into loose fists, I bring her even closer, swiping my tongue against her full bottom lip at the same time as I press my solid cock against the seam of her jeans. Swallowing her moan, I smile and rock against her again. I need to quit that shit though. I’m so fucking close I might blow before I even get inside of her just from teasing her.

  Breaking our kiss, I sit up, bringing her with me, not stopping until we are both standing. I take a second to just look at her. She’s so fucking beautiful, every bit of her perfect and I’ve waited for so long I don’t want to rush, but fuck me, I just want in so, so bad. Hands trembling like a kid about to get his dick wet for the first time, I reach for the hem of her shirt, her arms raised giving me the permission I didn’t realize I was asking for. I let my hands skim over every inch of skin I expose. My knuckles brush over the sides of her breasts causing her to suck in a breath between her teeth. I finally get the top off and fling it across the room. Inhaling slowly I run my fingertip along the edge of the lace barely covering the most perfect set of tits I’ve ever seen.

  “As hot as this is, it’s coming off,” I tell her as I reach behind her with one hand and release the clasp.

  As the straps start to slide down her arms she lifts her hands and holds the cups to her, stopping them from falling away.

  “No way, Frankie, those are my tits and I want to see them. I want them wet from my mouth, nipples hard little points because I’ve got you so worked up,” I rasp a little rougher than I intended.

  Grabbing her wrists, I pull her hands away and watch as the black lace falls to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist up with nothing but that same pink flush covering her chest. My eyes roaming over every part of her, I’m mesmerized by the sight of her hand skimming over her taut belly to the button on her jeans, releasing it along with a long breathy sigh.

  “You want these off too, Deacon? Is this yours to make wet as well?” she asks, as she shimmies out of her pants, in that fucking voice of hers. It’s pure sex.

  Holy shit. There’s no way this is gonna last. Frankie talking dirty is by far the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Snapping out of it just as she’s about to take her shoes off, I growl, “The shoes stay. I’ve thought about fucking you in those all goddamn night. They’re staying. I can’t wait to feel them digging in to my back.”

  Breathing through her mouth, she nods and slips the red and black heels back on so that she’s standing there completely fucking naked except for those corset shoes that are gonna be the death of me.

  Taking in every gorgeous inch of her, eyes lingering over the tattoo wrapped around her thigh and then centering on her very bare pussy, I reach out with one long digit and dip into the heat in between her legs, groaning at the wetness there. She shudders as she throws her head back, mewling low in her throat.

  “Deacon, God, mmmmmm.”

  “You’re so wet for me, Frankie. Do you know what it does to me to know that I did this to you? It makes me so fucking hard, baby. So. Fucking. Hard,” I tell her, punctuating each word with a bend of the finger buried in her, hooking it, pressing against her G-spot.

  I can feel her legs trembling against my palm moving against her thigh as I thrust into her. Dragging my fingers out slowly, I bring my hand up and paint her tight, rose-colored nipples with her juices, smiling as she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders where she latches on to keep herself upright.

  Lowering my head, I swipe my tongue over one, the taste of her bursting against my tongue, driving me insane. Switching to the other, I show it the same attention before cupping them both in my hands and squeezing, bringing them together as I simultaneously bite at her nipples, and then immediately soothe the sting by sucking as much of her in my mouth as I can. I pull away from her with a little pop, “Mmmmm, tastes like pussy.” I smirk at the way her eyes go all fiery hearing that before I put my mouth on her fevered skin again.

  “Deacon, please, I’m going to come. I need you inside of me,” she begs which is totally my undoing.

  Releasing one of her tits, I reach down and unfasten my belt one handed and then yank on the button fly relieving the pressure on my cock. Taking her hands from my shoulders, she pushes my pants down, the belt buckle clanking loudly as it hits the wood floor. As Frankie reaches for my boxer briefs, she brushes against the head of my dick which is escaping over the waistband, no longer able to be contained. The tip is glistening with precum that I can feel on her fingers now as she slides them to my hips, hooking into the sides of my briefs and pulling down, leaving a wet trail and causing me to hiss out a breath as I kick my pants away.

  “Princess, this first time—” I don’t get to finish before she drops to her knees.

  “You said I could do this first, Deacon. Please let me.” Looking up at me with those goddamn eyes, I can’t even think straight, let alone argue with her. Not that I would.

  Running my palm over her hair, I gather it in one hand, bending down, my other hand disappears between her legs and rubs slowly into her pussy. Gathering some of that wetness, I straighten, rubbing it over the head of my cock and down the shaft. Pressing on the back of her head as I do.

  “I want you to taste both of us, Frankie. I want you to know how fucking sweet your pussy tastes. Now be a good girl and open your mouth,” I growl in a nearly feral tone.

  Blinking slowly up at me, she nods.

  “Holy fuck,” she breathes across my dick causing it to twitch.

  My lip quirks up in a smile as I grab the base and guide my cock past her lips, moaning the second her hot, little mouth closes around it. I know I’m a lot bigger than average, so I’m fighting the urge to push all the way in in one swift motion to test her gag reflexes. Fisting her hair again, I hold her still for a second while I try to keep from spraying the back of my girl’s throat. She hums in appreciation, causing my balls to tighten up even further.

  Eyes screwed closed, “Ahhhhhh. Fuck it,” I mumble to myself.

  There will be plenty of time for going slow later. Letting go of my dick, I cup her jaw and draw her further down, guiding her with the hand in her hair.

  “Fuck, Frankie, your mouth. Your hot, wet, motherfucking mouth. This is gonna be over fast, but I promise, next time—I promise,” I vow on a moan as she swirls her tongue over the crown and then flattens it as I glide even further into heaven.

  My head falls back on my shoulders as I let out a string o
f curses mixed in with praise and other incoherent filthy shit. Slowly opening my eyes, I force myself to look down at her and watch as she swallows me almost entirely, causing her to gag a little before she licks her way back to the tip.

  “Jesus fuck, baby,” I say under my breath. “I need inside you. Now.” Pulling her gently off of my cock and onto her feet, I sweep her up and lay her on the bed.

  Brushing her hands across my chest, she lets them trail down my sides, around to my back until she has my ass in a firm grip, urging me forward.

  “Please, Deac, I want you deep,” she says against my neck as she licks at the tendons straining there.

  I try my damnedest to reel my shit in and slow down, but I can’t with her saying things like that.

  Growling, I sit up on my knees and press her thighs wide, opening her to me.

  “Look at how pretty that is.” Running my thumb over her clit, I press lower, entering her before pulling back out and circling it around again.

  Writhing beneath me, head thrown and back arched, I reach and encircle her throat with my hand before sliding it down the center of her chest, stopping right at her pussy, holding her still.

  “Let me see those blues, baby,” I say as I guide my cock forward, pushing just the tip past her lips and holding there until she focuses on my eyes.

  “I’m not covering up. I’m sick of shit being between us. I wanna feel it when you come all over my cock. I’ve never gone bare before so we’re good.” I look at her expectantly through hooded eyes.

  Nodding her head in acceptance, she says in a dazed, husky voice, “Okay, Deac.”

  That’s all I need before I thrust home. The room instantly fills with our moans. Pulling her legs tight, I wrap them around my waist, those sexy-as-fuck shoes digging into my ass. Hands spanning her tiny waist, I drag her closer still, pressing her clit against me as I slide out almost completely and then thrust back in hard and deep. Her back comes off the bed pushing her tits up into the air and her head against the pillow.

  “Mmmmmm, Frankie, you have no fucking clue how hot you look wrapped around me like this,” I tell her as I pull back and press back in even deeper, watching as I disappear inside of her.

  “Oh fuck. Oh, Deacon. Please. Again please,” she begs as she reaches up and plucks at her nipples, rolling them in between her fingers.

  “You want more, Frankie? Tell me you want my cock, baby. Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” My balls rest against her ass I’m so deep. I roll my hips, rubbing her clit with the base of my cock as the head bottoms out.

  Panting and rocking against me now, I watch as she comes apart beneath me, my balls tightening at the thought of her coming and the vice grip her pussy has on my cock right now.

  “No, Deacon, please don’t stop. Please. I want it. I want your cock. I want to come all over it,” she says in a husky voice.

  Fuck me sideways, that’s all it takes.

  “You don’t come again until I tell you to, Frankie, you hear me?”

  Thrashing her head back and forth she chants, “Please let me come,” over and over, completely causing the tiny thread of control I have to snap.

  Slamming forward, I flex and roll my hips before pulling out and doing it again, and on the third thrust I know I’m not going to be able to hold back any longer. With the way her pussy is sucking at my cock, I know she’s there too, thank fuck.

  “Come for me, baby. Right now, come for me,” I grit out as I slam harder and faster. The sound of our skin slapping together driving me.

  She’s so tight around my swelling cock that it’s almost painful. Stemming from that pain and the pulsing that I feel with every slide home is pleasure so fucking intense I start to see stars as she screams my name and digs her heels deeper into my ass, triggering my own release. Gritting my teeth, my head falls back, exposing my throat as a guttural roar escapes past my lips along with her name.

  Breathing heavily, I look down at her and take in her sated posture, heavy lids, and the soft smile playing over her lips. Lowering myself so that we’re chest to chest, I kiss my girl tenderly, letting the love I have for her be felt in every brush of our mouths, every shared breath, and hope that it’s enough.

  After raiding the fridge downstairs and a little countertop loving, Frankie and I end up back in bed completely relaxed and worn the fuck out.

  “What do you want to watch?” I ask, pulling her into my side, tucking her under my arm as I flip through the channels, landing on one of the music stations while I pull up the guide.

  “I don’t care, Deac, whatever is fine. As long as it’s not any of your zombie shit,” she says, her nose crinkled in distaste.

  “Zombie shit? Woman, I’ll have you know that by watching that shit I will be ready for the zombie apocalypse and you’ll be thanking my ass when we survive it in one piece.”

  “Oh my God, you’re so dumb.” Laughing at me she snuggles in closer, her hands drawing circles over the tattoo covering my chest, then tracing her name that I’d had added to the heart one drunken night while she wasn’t speaking to me.

  I can tell that she’s getting ready to ask me about it I don’t want to ruin the moment by telling Frankie how I came to acquire it, so I switch gears and bring her attention to the very first tattoo that I got for her.

  “Do you remember how surprised you were when I got this?” I ask, lifting my arm, turning it so that the ink is facing us.

  When I’d told Frankie that I had enlisted, she was upset and worried. She went out and got us a Mizpah charm—not that I had any fucking clue what that was—and chains so we could each wear our half of the coin. Whole, it read, “The Lord watch between me and thee while we are absent from one another.”

  The day before I left, I had Cage tattoo my half of the coin and chain on my forearm so that even when I wouldn’t be able to physically wear the charm, that I’d always have my half of the coin with me. Inked into my skin is a jagged half of a heart with the words “watch and thee are absent om another,” the words not making much sense unless put together with her half. Fitting really, since I don’t make a whole lot of fucking sense without the Princess—she’s the other half of me.

  Frankie smiles and reaches out. Grazing over my forearm and wrist. Fingers dancing over the tattoo there.

  “I was so scared for you,” she breathes out. “I was also pissed that you were leaving me.” Laughing she gazes up at me under her lashes. “I missed you so much, Deacon. I felt a little lost for a while, even though I had the rest of my Loves. It’s always been me and you, ya know?” she asks softly.

  “Yeah, baby, I know. It always will be too, Princess, no matter what,” I reassure her.

  I return her smile and raise Frankie’s arm, the one with her charm bracelet, and hold it against my tattoo, lining them up so that the message is complete. I had her half added to her bracelet when the chain broke a couple years ago. Kissing the inside of her wrist, I lower her arm, pulling her in even closer when I hear the song that’s playing on the TV.

  “I played this song over and over when you were in the hospital. I never let the room go silent, always had something on, but I found myself hitting repeat all the time when this one would come on.”

  I’m glad that she can’t see me—I’m embarrassed by my admission, but hearing “Without You” brings me back to those days, almost making me feel weak.

  “I love this one. I think I remember the music, but I’m not sure. I can’t separate what was real or what was a dream during that time.” Her brows are drawn low in concentration.

  I don’t want to talk about this shit. It makes me absofuckinglutely crazy to think about Andrew putting hands on her, and I just want to enjoy this time with Frankie without feeling the need to kill someone. I don’t want to bring that ugliness to our bed.

  “Yeah, well, I played all kinds of your shit music too because I’m a nice fucking guy.”

  That makes her giggle just as I’d hoped it would.

  Reaching over her, I g
rab my phone and set my alarm. Setting it back in the dock, I switch off the lamp and pull the blanket over us. Kissing her wrist one more time, and then her shoulder, I whisper, “Night, Princess, love you and your shitty music.”

  Waking up with Frankie lying across my chest, her soft, silky thigh thrown over my much harder one, I know there’s no way in hell that I’m making my gym time. She’s dreaming, making small little whimpering noises, her face twisted as if she’s in pain and then smoothing out as soon as I run a finger along her puckered brow. Tucking her hair behind her ear so that I can get an unobstructed view of her face, I can’t help the smile just looking at her causes. Jesus fuck, she’s so beautiful. She wiggles closer, causing my morning wood to jump against the leg that’s hitched over my waist. Moving as slowly and carefully as I can, I slide out from under her to go call Sonny and tell him I’m not coming in until later. Just as my feet touch the floor, she rolls over flat on her back, throwing her arms over her head, the sheet pooled around her waist, leaving her perfect tits completely bare and begging for my attention. Allowing my eyes to roam, I take in her golden skin and every dip and indentation that make up my gorgeous girl. I stop at the “sensitive area” ink that she got with Indie. Right under her breast, following the curve of her body to her side are the words, “And though she be but little, she is fierce,” in an elegant script that I traced my tongue over last night. It’s fucking sexy as hell and describes my Princess perfectly. The thought of her showing this one to Cristiano makes me want to piece that motherfucker out.

  Shaking my head, I let my gaze dip down over her belly to her long, toned legs and that pretty, little pussy in between them. Yeah, I’m definitely not making my gym time; my brothers can kick my ass later.