“You want to come again, Rogue?” I asked, my voice low as I buried my face in her neck.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir. Fuck, Matt you feel…”
Sweat dripped from our bodies and she wrapped her arm back, behind my head, raking her fingers over my scalp.
“You look so good taking my cock. Tell me who you belong to again, Rogue. I want to hear you say it again before I make you come.”
“I’m yours. You. I only want you. I want you to be the one who makes me come every night and who I wake up with every morning. I want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum.”
Pressing two fingers against her, I circled her clit as she bucked against my hand, taking what she needed. Her head suddenly dropped back against my shoulder as she cried out, her orgasm exploding through her, strangling any restraint I had left.
Thrusting hard into her one last time, I filled her with the years of emotions I’d kept bottled up, coming so hard black spots clouded my vision.
Wrapping both arms around her, my lips found her shoulder as she slowly rode my cock, dragging the last embers of both of our orgasms from our bodies until her body sagged down onto the bed with exhaustion. Reluctantly pulling out of her, I brought her into my arms while our breathing slowed, and our sweat covered bodies grew cold.
Dragging the comforter over us, my lips sought out Frankie’s, kissing her slowly and deeply, her hand stroking over the back of my head, while mine landed on her lower back, feeling that familiar sensation of being grounded just by having her close by.
Her head eventually found its way to my chest, our legs entwined, and I let my eyes close for a minute.
I must have fallen asleep because I woke an hour later, desperate for the bathroom. After cleaning up and pulling on my boxers, I made a quick call and poured a large glass of water, downing it before pouring another one for Frankie. As I was about to walk back into the bedroom, she appeared in front of me wearing a white, fluffy robe, glowing with that just fucked look.
“Running again, big man?” she asked, her voice dark with anger.
“No.”
“Really? You expect me to believe that? This is what you always do. Run.”
“Frankie…”
“If you’re going, just go.” She turned to walk back to the bedroom, but I couldn’t help but notice the look of pain etched across her face, making me realize that even now, after everything that we'd said and done tonight, she didn’t trust that I’d stick around, and honestly, I didn’t blame her. Luckily, there was a knock at her suite door. I opened it to a waiter who pushed in the room service trolley. He nodded before he left again.
Frankie stopped, her eyes flicking questioningly between me and the food I’d just had delivered. “I know how hungry post-gig Rogue gets, so I can’t imagine how hungry you get post-sex. I didn’t want to risk your wrath, so I ordered pizza. I wasn’t running, I promise.”
“You seem to know me so well, big man,” she smiled.
“Can you please stop calling me big man?”
“No, not after tonight. Your cock is something else. It’s huge. Big man is the perfect name,” she giggled.
“Eat your pizza, Rogue.”
“What did you get me?”
“All the meat,” I offered her with a wink, pressing a kiss to her lips.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I know I’ve said it already, but I feel like I need to keep saying it because I’ve had to keep it to myself for so long. I love you, Matt.”
“I love you too, Rogue. Now eat, so I can fuck you again.”
“Oooo, I do love it when you're bossy with me.”
“So I've noticed,” I replied with a raised eyebrow. “So eat and I will show you just how bossy I can be.”
Chapter 14