Gem

To define Frank’s body, it was like he bulked. Big and thick, but not completely muscular, and you loved it. Frank noticed. You loved laying your head in his lap on his big thighs, you loved riding his thighs, biting down on his tummy while you worked your way to his cock, cuddling and joking about his buff arms having you in a headlock. It’s not your fault he just looked so delicious.

And while things were getting heated, you straddling his lap, making out passionately with the older man. Your hands travelled, down his arm to squeeze, down his back, as his gripped around your thighs, hips, and waist. The way you quietly admire his body is like no woman has openly before. “Sweatpea?” Frank mutters against your lips, huh pull back a little. “Yeah?” You can’t resist, kissing along his neck with little nips and licks mixed in.

Frank groaned, massaging your hips rather than travelling your body. “I think you really like my body.” He states, making you giggle. “I like every part of you, daddy.” Your statement made him shake his head, big smirk on his face. You were something else. “Of course. But you’re always so touchy. Especially my thighs.” He’s not wrong. You sigh, lips departing from his neck when you realize he’s genuinely curious to why you are this way.

“I don’t know…. I just love the meat on your bones, the way you’re shaped, all of it.” You press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, pulling away to gauge his reaction. Frank’s curiosity continues: “Any specific fantasies you have about my body?” “None that are important.” You press your lips to his again, trying to end the discussion.

But Frank pulls away. “Don’t be shy. I wanna know, baby, really.” He insists, pulling you closer to nip and suck at your neck now. You whine, trying to buck your hips, “Daddy…” But even saying that doesn’t make him stop. He chuckles, stilling your hips. “Tell me.” All movements stop, and finally, you reluctantly sigh.

As soon as he was informed about what you think about a lot, his thighs wrapped around your head, he had an idea. Now, you’re both laying in the king sized bed, the heavy weight of Frank leaning on your collarbone, his cock right in your face, knees on either side of your skull. “God, look at you. Such a whore.” Frank slaps his fat cock on the opening of your mouth, your tongue darting out to lick his head. “Yeah, you like it? Gonna open that big mouth for daddy?” He coos, running the tip along your lips. You obey fast, tongue lolled out for him to slide it against.

Frank skimmed the underside of his cock along your tongue, soaking him with your saliva, while you sneak a hand between your legs. He felt your hips rock, which he grabbed immediately. “Jesus, gotta make me fuckin’ get up?” Huffing, Frank finds a belt, tying up your hands before straddling your face again. “No touching yourself, slut. You’re my toy tonight, okay? Say it.” At Frank’s words, you shake your head no with a smirk, leaning your head up to try and playfully nip at his tip.

A glob of spit landed around your nose, dripping down to your cheek. The minute your eyes closed from the shock, Frank used one hand to grip you by the base of your hair, keeping your neck bent towards his cock and completely still, while the other one used his cock to the rub the spit all over your face. “Look at my messy girl. You just want it in your mouth, don’t you, sweatpea?” He teased, noting everytime he almost touched your lips with it before slapping it on your face again, you opened your mouth obediently.

Nodding like the cock-hungry girl you are, Frank prodded it against your open, ready lips, letting you wrap your mouth around him and hollowing your cheeks. Every time your tongue swirled around his flushed tip, teasing him like a popsicle, his hips stuttered, threatening to fully fill your throat. “Ah- you know just how to drive me crazy, don’t you?” You nod in response again, taking him further into your mouth until his hips angle back before thrusting roughly down your throat. Frank pulls out when you gag harshly, chuckling, before returning to having you suck on his salty tip.

Your lips slide along the sides, sucking and slobbering. “‘So big, daddy. Wish you’d put it inside me instead.” The complaint made him laugh, in a how dare you way, as if shocked. “What a selfish slut you are.” Moving your shoulders, you insisted to nudge him further up so he was even closer to your face. Once moved a few centimetres in, you wrapped your mouth a his balls, sucking gently while running your tongue along him.

He groans, pumping his fist right before your eyes in a tight grip. “Ohhhh god, baby, you know just how to make me feel good.” Every sound and sight of Frank goes straight to your core, making with wish you could touch yourself. You alternate, sucking and licking whenever you can on his sack while giving him those big doe eyes.

All of a sudden, his cock’s deep down your throat, thrusting in and out. You choke around the length, coughing and sputtering, while your saliva drenches his cock. A small bump is left in your throat from how deep he’s going, drool overflowing from the corners of your mouth. The erotic, sloppy noises your throat makes motivates Frank to continue, not letting you catch a breath.

Frank laughed. “So eager to please… so easy to use… can’t believe this is what you’ve wanted. Daddy sitting on your face while the wind is knocked from you.” With each thrust comes a gag, your stomach lurching but managing to keep it down with how much Frank loves to fuck your throat. His balls slap and rub against your chin whether he grinds or thrusts, giving him extra stimulation and more of the reason he’s so vocal.

“Wait - don’t move, you fucking slut.” Frank growls, keeping your head in place while fucking it like some useless glory hole. Tears run down your cheeks, saliva around your mouth, groans and rapid gag noises flowing from your mouth. Frank adjusts himself, knees closer to your head, so his thick thighs squeeze your cheeks together with his big cock stuffed down your throat. “Atta girl. Hold still.” Finding his phone, he takes a picture, your sweet cheeks bulging and leaking, your makeup ruined from the tears.

It’s impossible to speak with a mouthful of Frank. Whenever you move your mouth, he groans. “Fuck, it’s never enough for you.” Keeping his thighs crunching your head, he fucks your throat again, cock beginning to twitch inside. As soon as Frank feels that small tension beginning to grow, he goes feral, as if it was impossible to even fuck your throat this hard.

You huff impatiently, checked your watch, and just as you are about to give up on the wait, the lights kill. A deafening crash of drums and a heavy, distorted guitar riff shatter the silence. The band emerges, all dressed in stark white, and as soon as the vocalist hits the stage, the crowd erupts into a frenzy unlike anything you’ve ever seen. He commands the center of the stage, his voice raspy and raw as he screams the lyrics, pouring every ounce of his soul into the microphone.

For a long time, you lose track of the minutes, your gaze is locked onto him, a slight palpitation takes over your body. He is undeniably magnetic: robust build, short hair, a dark mustache, and a tapestry of tattoos covering his neck and arms. When he throws himself onto the floor, surrendering completely to the noise, you are hypnotized. You can’t help but notice the sweat glistening on his forehead, trickling down until it passes over the scorpion tattoo on his neck. It is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

As the set nears its end, the singer addresses the crowd to announce the final song. For the first time, his eyes sweep across the room until they stop dead on yours. You swallow hard, instinctively biting your lower lip. He lets out a short, knowing laugh and ducks his head. Sensing the show is over, you take the opportunity to slip away to the empty bar and order another drink.

After draining the bottle, you head toward the bathroom. Just as you reach for the door, a hand lightly circles your wrist. You jump, startled, the instinct of a woman alone in a foreign country, and find yourself face-to-face with him. The singer. He wears the same smirk he gave you from the stage.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he says.

You open your mouth to deliver a sharp retort, the kind of dismissal you’ve perfected for pretentious guys who think they can approach any woman, but he speaks first.

"Before you turn me down, I wanted to introduce myself and the band. My name is Frank, Frank Iero, and we’re Leathermouth. I saw you in the audience alone and... I don’t know what got into me, but I felt like I needed to at least tell you my name."

Surprisingly, he isn't the jerk you expected, despite the aggressive, sweat-soaked music, he seems genuine. You let out a weak, slightly awkward laugh and introduce yourself, mentioning you’re just a traveler checking out the local scene.

"There’s an after-party happening at one of the guys' houses," he says, leaning in a little closer. "I don't know what your schedule looks like, but if you want to show up, you’re invited."

Common sense warns you about being kidnapped by a stranger, but looking at him, barely 1.70m tall with those intense eyes, you decide the risk is better than scrolling through Twitter in a lonely hotel room.

"Sure, I can meet you there. Give me the address?"

"Better yet, let me get your number and I'll text it to you. When you get there, look for me."

About forty minutes later, your taxi pulls up to a house where loud music and discarded cups on the lawn signal a night of excess. You walk through the open front door and scan the room, immediately spotting Frank. He’s deep in conversation with a friend, but his eyes find you instantly.

"Hey, you came!"

He approaches you with a beer in hand, smiling wide. You hadn't realized how beautiful his smile was. Even though he’s covered in sweat and his white clothes are stained from the stage floor, he is irresistible.

"Well, an after-party seemed more attractive than a hotel room," you reply.

"I’m glad you made the right decision. Come on, I'll get you a drink."

He leads you to the kitchen and stays by your side the entire time. He asks about your life, your country, and your travels. You know his type well, but you find yourself caught up in his energy. It’s not every day a rockstar makes you his sole focus.

Later, you head to the bathroom. When you return, you see two girls hovering far too close to Frank. He’s leaning against the wall with that intoxicating smile, and they look ready to pounce. You try to walk past them to avoid the "groupie" drama, but his voice stops you.

"(Y/N), I was waiting for you! Excuse me, girls, but I'm with someone.”

The girls glare at you with pure hatred as Frank pulls you into the middle of the room. A song you don’t recognize begins to play. He grips your waist firmly, swaying you from side to side. His hot breath brushes against your neck as he whispers:

"I’m glad you showed up. If you’d taken any longer, I would've been screwed."

"Oh yeah? And would that be so bad?" You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his damp skin against yours.

"It would. Because the one I want is right here, and those girls don't add up to half of what you are."

Caught off guard, you don't have a witty comeback. Instead, you lean in for a quick peck that quickly turns into a deep, hungry kiss. Your fingers tangle in his short hair as his hands slide under your shirt, stroking your skin.

You pull him toward a corner of the crowded room, pinning yourself against the wall and pulling him in by his collar. You move your lips down to his neck, finally kissing that scorpion tattoo. Frank groans, his eyes fluttering shut. When his hands slide down to squeeze your ass, you let out a soft moan and nip at his lower lip.

"I think you understand what I meant now, don't you?" He murmurs.

"Better than understanding is showing, don't you think?"

Your hand slides down his chest, stopping at the bulge in his pants. You stroke him slowly through the fabric, watching him struggle to keep his composure. You unbutton his pants, slide your hand inside his boxers, and begin to move. Frank rests his head on your shoulder, his breath hitching as you set the pace.

When you feel the dampness of his arousal on your fingers, you suddenly pull away and button him back up. You discreetly lick your fingers while he stands there, dazed and breathless.

"You want to ruin me, (Y/N). That's not fair," he pants. "Want to go somewhere else? My hotel is some blocks away."

"Maybe that was the intention—to ruin you, Frankie."

You take his hand and hop into the first available taxi. By the time you reach the hotel, the tension is a physical weight. In the elevator, your hands roam over each other, and as soon as the door to his room clicks shut, he presses you against it. He grinds against you, his hardness unmistakable.

Frank tries to take the lead, but you push him back. You hold his face, running your tongue over his lips before speaking with authority.

"Haven't you realized yet that you're not in control here, Frank? I think I need to teach you a few rules. First one, kneel."

Confused but intrigued, he feels the weight of your hands on his shoulders. He obeys, lowering himself until he is kneeling before you.

"Very well, good boy. Now, you’re going to do everything I tell you, alright? You think you can obey me?"

"Yes... I'll obey you," he stammers, his eyes locked on yours.

You order him to strip. He leaves himself only in black boxers and returns to his knees. His hazel eyes are wide with anticipation.

"Now… I'm taking off my shirt and you're going to take off my shorts, okay? Then, you're going to go down on me. I want you to eat me out like I'm the last woman on Earth."

Frank licks his lips and as soon as you are bare, he dives in. His tongue paths along your thighs, teasing the edges of your groin. When he lingers too long without hitting the mark, you lift his chin and deliver a sharp slap to his face. The shock in his eyes only fuels his arousal.

"No teasing, bad boy or you won't get your reward."

"I… I’m sorry, it won't happen again. I promise."

He doesn't need a second warning. He buries his face between your legs, and you lean back against the door, moaning as his tongue finds your clit. He sucks and licks with a desperate intensity, sensing exactly what you need. When you’re on the verge, you pull him up by the hair, sealing your lips in a kiss that tastes of both of you.

You throw him onto the bed and crawl toward him. You trail kisses over his tattooed legs and belly, eventually leaving a dark hickey on his neck, a mark to let the world know you were there. You straddle his lap, grinding against him.

"Now for our agreement," you whisper, scratching your nails along his chest. "You only come when I say so, alright?"

Frank looks like a lost puppy. "Alright, baby… Fuck… You're the most beautiful woman I've ever been with," he whispers.

You slide off his lap and kneel at the foot of the bed. "Now… Now I'm going to be the woman who gives you the best blowjob of your life."

You remove his boxers and take him into your mouth. Frank is a mess: disheveled, sweating, and desperate. He forces himself not to grab your hair, staying a "good boy" just to earn his reward. When you pull away, he is trembling.

"Do you want to fuck me, Frankie? Tell me, do you want me to sit on you until I make you beg?"

"Please... I’ll do whatever you want. Please, (Y/N), I need to be inside you. I'm being such a good boy..."

You sit on his lap, letting him feel the muscles of your pussy contract as they take in his thick cock. You set the pace, moving lightly as his hands grip your waist. Eventually, you lie back, letting him take over. He thrusts with a violent, beautiful urgency. You wrap your legs around him, scratching his back until you feel the sting of blood.

"I… I don't want the night to end. Stay with me, baby, just for tonight…" Between moans you hear him say, completely overcome by the lust that radiates from every pore of his body.

You don't answer with words, pulling him into a kiss, biting his lip as you stroke your clit and reaching a second orgasm. Sensing he can't hold back anymore, you allow him to finish inside you.

He collapses beside you, both of you panting at the ceiling. Frank turns to you, that same mesmerizing smile back on his face. You give him a quick peck before you tell all he needs to hear:

"Okay… Tonight, i'm all yours..."

You reached out, brushing a stray lock of dark hair from his forehead. The skin was warm, and as you pressed a soft kiss to his temple, he let out a low, tired grunt. His eyes fluttered, the hazy hazel focusing on you as consciousness slowly reclaimed him.

"Good morning," you whispered, a helpless smile tugging at your lips. "I think someone finally got their beauty sleep."

Frank stretched, his joints popping, before he leaned in to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, as if memorizing your scent. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice gravelly and deep from sleep. "I couldn't take another night of Gerard snoring right below me or Ray tossing and turning like the bus was on fire. I was counting the seconds until I could just... be here. With you."

He pulled you closer, his hands sliding under your pajama top to find the bare skin of your waist. The contact was electric. Seeing the way your breath hitched, he let out a low, provocative chuckle, his teeth catching your bottom lip in a playful, sharp tug.

"You love to tease, Iero," you countered, playfully swatting his chest, though you didn't move away.

"I can't help it," he murmured, his eyes darkening. "The way your body reacts to me? It’s better than any crowd on tour."

You made a feint to get up, but Frank was faster. His hand clamped around your wrist, tugging you back down until you were sprawled directly over him. You braced your arms on the mattress on either side of his head, looking down into his hooded eyes. Beneath you, you could feel him—thick and already straining against the fabric of his boxers, pulsing against your thigh.

"Forget the coffee," he smirked, his hips giving a suggestive upward roll that forced a gasp from your lungs. "I have a much better idea for how we spend this Sunday."

You looked at him, admiring every inch of the ink covering his skin, the raw beauty of him. But then, a devious thought crossed your mind.

"You know," you began, trailing a finger down his throat, "you were complaining about the guys earlier, but I saw some videos of the tour online. You didn't look very 'bothered' on stage."

Frank’s smirk faltered. He swallowed hard, his gaze darting away as a faint flush crept up his neck.

"Frank, don't be shy," you purred, leaning down to nip at his earlobe. "It was actually quite a rush. Especially the parts where you were rubbing against Gerard like... well, like a dog in heat."

"W-what?" he stammered. "A dog?"

"Oh, Frankie, you were desperate! Rubbing your face against him, begging for attention. Everyone thinks you look like a little puppy when you're like that. Don't you agree?" You began to distribute biting kisses across his bare chest, your hand roaming over the rough texture of his tattooed shoulders.

He closed his eyes, his breathing turning into shallow pants as you ground your hips slowly against his. "I... I never thought about it like that."

"You're a terrible liar," you whispered. "But if you want, I can show you exactly how to be a good, obedient puppy for me. How about that?"

Frank’s hands gripped your waist with a sudden, desperate strength. He began to rub his cock against you through your clothes, his mouth falling open as he let out a senseless, needy moan. He looked completely undone.

"Use your words, Frankie," you commanded, your voice dropping to a firm, authoritative tone. "You’re going to do everything I say. I’m the owner here. Understood?"

He nodded frantically, but when you gave him a stern look, he corrected himself. "O-okay. I want to be a good boy for you."

"Perfect! Now, get on the floor and kneel for me."

Without a second thought, Frank shed the covers and scrambled to the floor by the edge of the bed. You sat on the mattress, opening your legs so he was positioned right between them. At this height, you were eye-to-eye. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he leaned into the touch, letting out small whimpers of approval.

"Stay," you ordered.

You felt him brushing his cock against your leg, seeking friction, seeking you. You allowed it, keeping your gaze locked onto his as he bit his lip to keep from crying out. When you saw him nearing his limit, you pushed him back by the shoulders, making him sit back on his heels. He whined, a genuine sound of protest at the loss of contact.

Slowly, you stood up and stripped. First the shirt, then the shorts, until you were standing before him in only your underwear. You sat back down on the edge of the bed, spreading your knees wide. Frank looked like he was about to salivate, his eyes wide and hungrily devouring the sight of you.

He moved to lunge toward you, but you held up a hand. "Wait."

You signaled with your fingers, beckoning him. He approached slowly, trembling.

"Now," you whispered, "I want you to taste me with all that hunger you've been bottling up. You're going to make me come in your mouth, Frankie. But don't you dare touch yourself. You fuck me with your tongue until I tell you to stop. Do you understand your job?"

"Yes… I just want to please my mommy," he rasped, his eyes watering with desperate need.

You grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a greedy, bruising kiss, your tongues clashing before you pushed him down. You lay back on the bed, guiding his head between your thighs. He started with a soft, teasing kiss to your inner thigh that made your knees shake.

"Bad puppy!" you said tugging his hair sharply. "No teasing or there will be consequences."

Frank got the message. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your slick, swollen center. He didn't hesitate. His tongue lashed out, a long, firm stroke from bottom to top that made your back arch off the bed.

He was relentless. He focused on your clit with a surgical precision, his tongue swirling and flickering while he used his fingers to stretch you open. The sound of his wet, frantic lapping filled the room. You ground your hips against his face, your fingers digging into his scalp as the tension built to an unbearable peak.

"Oh fuck... I'm going to come, puppy, don't stop!"

He increased the pressure, his tongue darting inside you, mimicking a thrusting motion while his suction on your clit intensified. You screamed his name as your climax tore through you, your body bucking as you came directly against his tongue. He stayed there, licking every drop of your release, ensuring he tasted every bit of his reward.

When you finally caught your breath and sat up, you were met with a vision of pure sin. Frank was still kneeling, his lips stained red and glistening, his tongue darting out to lick a stray drop from his lip. His black boxers were stretched to the breaking point by his pulsing, desperate cock.

You pulled him up by the hair, kissing him deeply so you could taste yourself on him. You bit into his tattooed neck, leaving a mark that would surely last for days.

"You were the best puppy I could ask for," you breathed against his skin. "Now, get on the bed, you deserve a treat."

Frank collapsed onto the mattress, looking up at you with raw adoration. You stripped off your panties and crawled over him, sliding his boxers down his legs and tossing them aside. He was gorgeous, his lean, inked body trembling as you took him in your hand.

You leaned down, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, listening to him moan uncontrollably. You took him into your mouth, your hand pumping the base while your tongue teased the ridge. Frank was losing it, his hips bucking off the bed, his hands clenching the sheets.

"Please," he begged, his voice breaking. "Please, I need to be inside you. Let me come inside you…"

"Alright, puppy… i think… i think you really deserve it."

You straddled him, aligning his cock with your pussy. You lowered yourself slowly, inch by agonizing inch, feeling your walls stretch to accommodate him. You both let out a long, unified groan as you bottomed out.

You leaned forward, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand and using the other to grip his throat, not to hurt, but to claim. His eyes went wide, his pupils blown with pleasure as you began to move.

"Come on, puppy. Show me how much you missed fucking me."

That was all the permission he needed. He gripped your waist, his thumbs digging into your hips as he began to thrust upward with a primal, rhythmic force. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your loud, echoing moans filled the room. You squeezed his throat slightly, and he let out a choked, ecstatic gasp, his pace becoming frantic.

"I want to see you," he panted, his sweat dripping onto your chest. "Let me... let me get on top. I want to look into your eyes when I do it, please…"

You rolled over, letting him take control. He pinned your legs back toward your shoulders and dove back in, his thrusts deep and punishing. He leaned down, his tongue dancing with yours as he whispered between thrusts, "I love you, (Y/N). I fucking love you."

You cried out, your internal muscles clenching around him as you felt another wave of climax approaching.

With one hand, he reached down to find your clit, his thumb working in fast, hard circles. The combination was too much. You shattered for the second time, your legs locking around his waist.

"Can I come? Please…" he pleaded, his face flushed, eyes searching yours for the final command.

"Come for me, puppy. Fill me up."

He let out a guttural roar, burying his face in your neck as he surged deep inside you, his body stiffening as he spent himself completely. He stayed there for a long time, draped over you, his heart hammering against yours like a trapped bird.

Eventually, he rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms. The room was silent save for the distant sound of New Jersey traffic and your synchronized breathing.

"So," you teased, tracing the tattoo on his side. "Did you enjoy being my puppy?"

Frank kissed the top of your head, a weary, satisfied smile on his face. "I'd wear a collar with your name on it every day if it meant I got to come home to this."

You laughed softly, snuggling deeper into his chest. "Don't give me ideas, Iero. You know I have no self-control."

"Good," he whispered, his arms tightening around you. "Because you are the only thing I need."

He has such a high after he performs, his body practically vibrating when he gets in the car. You pick him up from the venue, usually some dirty record store and he falls into the passenger seat of your car.

"Ready to go?" He says lighting up a cigarette and rolling the window down to let the smoke out.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Frankie?" You say back as you turn, waiting for him before driving off.

"Oops.. sorry ma'am." He says quietly and leans over giving you a kiss hello. "I missed you" He says, shrinking back into the seat and taking a few puffs on his cigarette.

"I missed you too honey, how was your show?" You ask as you drive and he nods, getting ready to tell you all about it while talking a mile a minute.

"Oh it was so much fun! I played my new song and everyone loved it, the crowd was so great they sang along to almost every song! ..i think. Well, from what i could hear they did! I love playing smaller crowds, it feels so much more personal! Oh I wish you could've been there! Will you come to my next show? Pleeeaseee?" He quickly turns to begging.

You laugh softly as you pull up to the house. "Oh honey you know I would if I wasn't working, when is your next one?" You ask and pull the car into the driveway.

"Next weekend, you have off!" He says excitedly, bouncing in the seat.

"Alright then love, next weekend I'll come see you play. Now, shower and bed honey. Its getting late." You say getting out of the car and grabbing Frank's guitar case.

Frank pouts as he gets out of the car. "But im not tired!" He whines and shuts the door.

"You will be after I'm done with you brat, now go." You scold lightly, his face lighting up at the implied promise.

"Yes ma'am!" He says and hurries inside the house, wasting no time in getting undressed. He peels off his sweat soaked tshirt and kicks out of his jeans as he stumbles up the stairs to the bathroom.

"Frankie, use the clothes bin honey." You say mainly to yourself since Frank is already in the bathroom starting the shower.

You've gotten in the habit of laying out clothes for Frank after he showers, its fun to pick out what you want him to wear and he never complains when you do. You pick out a plain white shirt and gray sweatpants that you know fit him just right. Laying the clothes on the bed, you go back downstairs to pour yourself a drink.

About fifteen minutes later, Frank comes downstairs dressed in what you picked out and slightly damp hair falling in his eyes. You set your glass down on the coffee table and open your arms for him. "Come here baby." You say to him and he pads over, laying down with you.

Frank nuzzles his head into your chest and you wrap your arms around him. "Feeling tired yet baby?" You ask, running a hand through his hair.

He shakes his head and sits up on his knees then in an effort to show you he is wide awake. "Nu uh, not tired ma'am."

"Hm, good. Upstairs then love, I'll be up in a minute." You say waving him off and finishing your drink. He quickly stands up and goes back upstairs to the bedroom, tearing his shirt off and sliding out of the sweatpants.

You come up to find Frank, sitting on his knees on the bed, waiting for you with his hands behind his back and head slightly bowed. His chest rising and falling deeply with anticipation.

"Such a good boy." You say mockingly as you circle the bed, looking him over.

"Thank you ma'am." He says lowly, head still tilted down and a blush staining his cheeks.

You gently lift his chin so his eyes meet yours. "Down." You command and Frank instantly drops from the bed onto the floor, looking up at you and waiting for your instructions.

You strip from your clothes, letting them fall to the floor in front of him. He watches you intently, getting harder and more antsy by the second. By the time you slide down the lacy underwear that Frank had gotten you as a gift one year for your birthday, he is a whining and whimpering mess. His hard cock beginning to leak just at the sight of you.

"P-please ma'am.." He'd beg as he wipes the drool from his mouth.

"Please what, Frankie?" You ask, positioning yourself on the bed so you are in full view for Frank. "Use your words, what does my baby want, hm?"

Franks brain is bound to short circuit at any moment unless he gets between your legs soon. He tries to clear his too-dry throat and you hand him a glass of water from the carafe on the night stand. "Thank you ma'am." He mutters after taking a drink then sets the glass back down.

"Want you.. please." Frank moans desperately as he stares up at your body from the floor. You lay down with your legs over the edge of the bed on full display for him.

"Get to work Frankie, be a good boy." You no sooner get the words out before Franks head is pressed to your core, his tongue slowly lapping around you. He holds onto your thighs to stabilize himself and bucks his hips into nothing, desperately looking for any kind of friction.

As he licks you open, swirling his tongue around greedily, he moans soft thank yous, making his lips vibrate lightly against your clit.

"Ooh so good for me Frankie, that's it honey." You encourage as you lean up on your arms to watch him. He looks up to you as he eats, his face flushed and damp hair sticking to his forehead. He looked so good like this, more than happy to be eating you out and pathetically still humping the air.

You grip his hair and tug gently, feeling yourself getting close. "Oh Frankie honey that's it, such a good boy for me. Gonna make me come all over your pretty face." You encourage and he continues, speeding up his tongue as you grind on his face. Your back arches and Frank just about looses his mind, you would think he was the one cumming with the moans he is letting out. He just loves to bring you to your orgasm so much and wants to see you like that always.

He happily cleans you up, licking your pussy like a one-man clean up crew. Feeling overstimulated, you pull him up to you and lay him on his back back onto the bed. He whines and tries pushing his hips into a pillow but you pull it away from him. "Nu uh Frankie, no pillows." Making him whine again, you grab onto his hips and turn him back over so he is flat on his back, his cock slapping against his stomach with a wet thud.

"My poor baby, you need some attention for that honey?" You patronize and he nods with a pout.

"Yes ma'am." He whimpers to you as you wrap your hand around him, spitting on his cock to slick him up before slowly pumping up and down. He moans out, finally feeling the relief of your touch. "T-thank you ma'am, thankyoummophthannyovvmm." his words turning into slurred and jumbled up nonsense.

"Shh Frankie, I got you honey." You say moving faster and making him gasp.

"M'gonna.. aahh.. pl-please ahaha ff..uck, fuck."

You see he's close already and stop. "Ah ah ah Frankie, did I say you can come yet?"

His chest falls back and his eyes flutter open as he shakes his head. "No ma'am." He pants as you start again.

"Good boy, now just relax Frankie." You climb on top of him and sit on his thighs, stroking him quickly then stopping over and over again making him squirm under you.

"Ple.. please." He's almost to tears, feeling the knot in his stomach building and tearing apart each time you stop.

"Please what, Frankie?" You tease, watching him writhe underneath you. "Can't hear you sweet boy."

"Please let me cum, please ma'am I'll be good I pr-promise!" Frank begs, his hips try to buck up into your hand but you keep him still, pressing your weight down on him as you pump faster.

"Okay baby, cum for me honey." You say as you continue to stroke him quickly, milking him until he cries out.

"Aahh! Tha-thank you ma'am.. thank y-you fuuck.." he moans breathlessly as he coats your hand and his stomach with ropes of cum, his hips moving along with your rhythm as he rides out his high.

"Mmmthankyou..s-so good." He mutters completely exhausted, his body glistening with a thin layer of sweat.