Bittersweet

Metaphorically I'm a whore

"How about I'll show you the best way of distraction"

His fucking smirk is going to be the death of me...

Nodding fast I tried to get my body under control again. I wanted to do something and not just lay around all passively.
But how do you move your arms and legs when your brain is all foggy?

Whilst I was still trying to figure out how my limbs work Frank was already unbuttoning my jeans, opening the belt that kept them in place and finally pushed them down until I laid spread out in front of him in only my boxers.

I wanted to make a sassy comment. Something like "You like what you see?" But even if my mouth would be able to form words, I could never actually say them out loud.
In moments like this I really envied Frank, who could say whatever he wanted without giving a damn about it.

But I'm not Frank and I'll never be like him so I kept quiet as he kept staring at my body for a few more minutes before he decided to crawl back on my thighs again.

I leaned up a bit and moved my hand to Frank's trousers, wanting to open his belt too but Frank quickly pushed my hand away
"Nu-uh. This is only about you", he grinned and started plain with the hem of my boxers.
I frowned.
What the heck was he going to do?

I got the answer to that question when Frank took two of his fingers into his mouth and began to suck seductively.
Fuck...
He's going to-...
Fuck yes.

My mouth hung open and I wasn't able to pull my eyes off of his pink lips that streched so nicely around his fingers.
The sight alone could make me come instantly.

"Hold still", he demanded and pulled down my boxers in a single, quick motion throwing them away.
The cold air hit my half hard c.ock and made me hiss softly.

"Do you want my fingers?", he asked, totally knowing the answer.
I nodded frantically
"Say it", he demanded and tried to hide his smirk.
He knew exactly how hard it was for me to say something like that.
"Come on. Say it", he repeated, patiently waiting for my answer.

I stuttered out a quick "yes", trying not to look right into Frank's eyes.
"Yes what?", he pushed further and leaned down until he was only a few centimetres away from my face.
God I wanted to kiss him so badly but every time I pushed my head up to capture his lips he moved back a bit.
"P-Please Frank don't make me s-say it", I whispered feeling my cheeks growing red.

"Say it, or I'll stop", he teased.
I whimpered.
The last thing I wanted was for him to stop.
God no
But knowing Frank he would actually leave me here with a fucking boner if I didn't do what he wanted.

"F-Fuck me", I stuttered.

"How?", he asked further, a content grin spreading over his face

"W-With your f-fingers", I pressed out nervously

Frank chuckled slightly but it seemed like he was happy with my answer because he finally closed the gap between our lips and kissed me.
I sighed and tangled my fingers into his hair tugging slightly because I knew how much he liked it.

Way too fast for my liking he broke the kiss again but when he moved on to press his lips against my neck I didn't dare to complain.
Frank sucked gently and nibbled on the skin and I wondered why he payed so much attention to that one spot on my neck When normally he would move on quickly so he won't leave any marks.
But again, I didn't dare to complain.
Frank was way too good to me right now.

His hands were roaming over my clothed chest and I felt my stomache churn weirdly when I thought about how he didn't even try to remove my shirt.
Either he didn't want to see my body or he really was trying to respect my limits.
I hoped it was the latter.