aurora

hours later, you're in bed, heels bouncing off of shane's shoulders; reaching for his face to pull it down to your own, lips puckered in a smushy pout for him to return.

fat tears gliding down your temples, shane taunts you from above, "uh uh baby, s'tha matter? that feel good?"

his hand his holding tight to your jaw, his thumb salty against your glossy lips.

you sit alone in the local bar late at night. having lived nearby for years, you've come to know this place well; it has become one of your regular hangout spots. lifting your eyes from a stack of homework, you take in the room around you. cigarette smoke hangs heavily in the air, blurring the dim lights overhead. conversations slur together beneath the scent of alcohol.

for a moment, you wonder what keeps bringing you back. suddenly, your attention drifts toward a man sitting alone in one of the darker corners of the bar, a half-finished beer resting in front of him. something about him immediately stands out. a few fresh cuts mark his face. he wears a black hoodie with the hood pulled low, casting shadows across his features. he looks much older than you.

you find yourself studying him longer than you intended. his expression remains unreadable, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular. then his gaze shifts straight toward you. for a brief second, neither of you look away. the noise of the bar seems to fade into the background as those cold, intense eyes lock onto yours.

heat rushes to your face. great, now he probably thinks you're some weird creep. you curse yourself for staring so much. you lower your head and pretend to focus on your book, but you're not reading a single word. even with your eyes on the page, you can still feel him glaring. you try to distract yourself, finishing up your beer and focusing on your book.

few minutes later you look up to check if he's still watching. fuck, he's staring. he seems trouble. it makes you uneasy.

it's getting late, and the longer you stay, the more uncomfortable you feel. deciding you've had enough for tonight, you quickly pack your things into your bag - your book, notebook, pens, and markers. eager to get out of there, you barely look at the table before leaving. because of that, you don't notice the hair tie sitting near the edge of the desk.

"good night, jenny!" you tell the bartender that you adore and head out to go home. thank god, you exhale loudly as you feel the cold air hit your face.

"hey!"

fuck. your heart races when you hear the unfamiliar, deep voice behind calling for you. you feel like you're in trouble and start making plans how to escape. no, It's okay. you calm yourself and turn around to see the man you were staring at earlier. he's holding... your hair tie?

"oh!"

"you forgot bout' this, sweetheart" he holds out his hand. it takes a few seconds to process his words. the petname threw you off, as well as his rough voice. so you stood there awkwardly while he was waiting for you to take your tie.

"thank you." you finally breathe out, your voice coming out quieter than you intended. your fingers brush against his much bigger hands, you take a peek to down at them. you continue inspecting. they're huge, and calloused and a little bloody. some cuts here and there. interesting, you think.

"no problem, baby" another petname? he turns around to return to the bar. you feel warm. very warm. even though it's very chilly outside. your heart is beating so fast you can hear it ringing in your ears. damn you're pretty desperate, you blame yourself. curiosity getting the best of you, you step towards him.

"hey, um" what are you doing? what are you planning to say exactly?

the man turns around, looking you up and down suspiciously. silence. very awkward one. you don't know what to say but you know you want to say something. something to make him stay. he probably has wife and kids, you think to yourself.

"can you maybe walk me home, I-" you stumble over your words. wow, just dig your own grave at this point. some kind of evil spirit has to taken over your mind to offer something stupid like that. asking a stranger - a scary, old man, to be specific, to walk you home? home out of all the places? he's gonna know where you live? fuck me. you exhale a shaky breath.

"it's dark and late and I- don't really feel safe." you finish your sentence. hands shaking and fidgeting, face probably red as hell, standing there looking stupid. the man looks taken back, he looks like he was expecting anything other than that. he probably thought you were crazy. who wouldn't.

"you sure?" he puts his big dreamy hands up like he's defending himself and tilts his head to the side. "you wan' me to walk you home?" he seems really confused. eyebrows furrowed together. looking very skeptical of you.

"if you don't mind..." you rub your cold hand on your neck to chill out. swallowing hard and biting your lower lip in anticipation. It's probably your last day on earth. you want the ground to swallow you whole. there's no going back. nothing that can get you out of this situation you created.

"yeah- uh, sure" the man walks towards you. "you live close?" he asks. you nod and smile awkwardly at him. "lead the way" he starts walking next to you. you thank him and introduce yourself properly.

"I'm frank, nice to meet'cha you, too"

the walk home is quieter than you imagined. first of all, you're too nervous to talk. even if you do, you'll probably stutter and embarrass yourself harder. second of all, what do you even talk about, his favorite color? frank's quiet too. and tense. his favorite color is probably black, though...

"we're here" you exclaim, scanning over his features once again, like it's your last time seeing him. he has a strong jawline you want to kiss, big nose to sit on, pretty eyes to stare at while you ride him. you're getting distracted. "thank you so much, frank, I-"

"ts' okay, kid, need anythin' else?"

yeah, you in my bed, you think, but your answer comes out different. "no, but I appreciate it- thank you again," you smile and try to not look too disappointed that he's leaving and you'll never see him again. he wishes you a good night and turns around to leave. fuck. you stare at his broad back, hoping he'll turn around and kiss you or something, yeah sure. you take out keys out of your bag and open the door.

"hey, sweetheart?" the angels must have heard you. you look up at him so fast and try your hardest to hold back your smile. "mind invitin' me for a coffee? been a long day." jackpot.

"oh my god, yes of course, come in!" you don't want to sound too excited but the plan fails miserably. you open the door for him and finally, he's here. you'll believe in god after tonight. "what kind of coffee do you like?" you ask from the kitchen.

"just black" of course, you smile once you know he can't see you. you let the coffee machine pour his coffee, while you quickly check yourself in the bathroom mirror, you know, just in case something happens you look alright. you do. you go back and bring frank his drink.

"thank you, darlin'" does he run out of petnames? you don't mind, keep em' coming. you smile and sit in front of him on the couch, the coffee table separating you. suddenly you feel tension growing in the room. you have a stranger in your house, you remind yourself.

"place looks good, coffee's good, too" he mentions. you thank him and look down at your coffee. you really don't want to drink it right now. sudden anxiety washing over you. what if he's not a good guy? you ask yourself. frank notices your mood shift. he stands up to sit next to you. the couch dips and your ears start ringing, heart pounding. uh oh.

"you okay?" oh god, he's incredibly close. your thigh is touching his, you feel his hoodie on your arm. you want to see how close his face is.

"I'm okay" you whisper when you look at him. your voice coming out breathy and shaken, staring deeply in his eyes. frank looks down at your lips for a split second, then he looks at your eyes again.

"you don't look okay, sweetheart." he brings his hand to your jaw, brushing his thumb on your cheek. okay, that's just not fair. you feel the tension growing. you look down at his lips instinctively. fuck, you wanna kiss him so bad.

"are you singe?" you blurt out randomly. the question sounds out of pocket for a setting like this. frank seems taken back again, confused. "I just- don't wanna be a homewrecker or something like that" you look away from embarrassment. his hand is still on your face. that makes him chuckle.

"I'm single, baby, don' gotta worry abt' nothin'" fuuuuuck his voice and smile. your head is spiraling. you feel dizzy - it's probably because of those two bottles of beer you drank back at the bar, or is that just an excuse for how hot and bothered frank is making you right now. you exhale after hearing his answer. your eyes return on him. he's still too close, scanning your features.

you feel drunk, you're not even drunk. you decide to push your luck and lean in closer. frank brings both of his hands to cup your face. he hesitates before slowly bringing his lips to yours. the kiss feels so soft and delicate. not what you expected from a man like him. you feel him holding back on you.

fuck it. you deepen the kiss, grabbing at his biceps to hold yourself. he tilts your head to get a better access at your mouth. one of his hand goes down to hold your waist. his cold hand going under your shirt to feel your skin. you feel goosebumps at the touch. frank wraps the same hand around you to push you closer to him. your body flushing against his chest.

you feel the adrenaline spread throughout your body. frank moves his hand down to grab the beck of your thigh. you take this as a chance and climb on top of him, your legs spreading on his sides. his hips jerk at the contact. you feel him between your legs and fuck, how it makes you lose control. you're falling apart on top of him.

"you sure you wanna do this, baby?" frank breaks the kiss. you've never said yes so fast in your life. he scans your face, your lips puffy, cheeks red, hair messy, he thinks you look so gorgeous like this. "look at you, pretty girl" he tucks hair behind your ear and softly slides his knuckles at the side of your face, smiling. he brings your lips back to his, more desperate and hungry this time.

you're getting hot and needy every passing second, arms wrapping around his neck, one hand grabbing his hair. you decide to test your luck and roll your hips on his bulge and fuck, it feels so good you let out a whimper.

"easy" frank groans and stops you with a hand on your waist. "you wanna lead me to your bedroom, sweetheart?" his voice is low and deep, vibrating against your lips. you let out a breathy 'yes' and tell him where to take you.

frank picks you up with no struggle, it makes you shy and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. he plants a few kisses on your throat and places you down on the bed softly, getting on top of you. he's hovering over you with eyes filled with lust and wanting. he brings his palm back on your jaw and looks at you intensely. you look so breathtaking under the moonlight coming from the window.

frank can't hold himself anymore, he feels like losing control, but he doesn't want to scare you off. meanwhile, you grow impatient and push him down for a kiss. "slow down, sweetheart," he smiles into it.

"tell me what you want, baby" he whispers. you really don't want to answer that with words, you're probably going to say something stupid. but you push through it because you want him.

"I want you inside me, frank"

frank's grip on your waist tightens. he starts slowly placing kisses down your throat. then his lips move to the back of your ear. "I'm no good for you, baby" he whispers, leaving trails of wet kisses under your jaw. "you sure you wan' me?"

you look up at the ceiling with your mouth open from the pleasure. you feel the heat growing, wanting more. your nails are digging on his back, pushing him closer.

"yes" you moan out and it brings him to the edge. frank starts to undress you, leaving you bare with a bra and an underwear. he takes a good look at you up and down before he takes his clothes off.

you look away for a second, feeling shy underneath his gaze but he notices and holds your face with one hand. "don' go all shy on me, baby, ts' okay" he kisses your cheek and forehead and gets back to work. wet kisses going lower your body. frank takes your bra off with one swift move and kisses your hardened nipples, palming your boobs and squeezing them. he gets distracted staring for a bit too long and it makes you a little embarrassed, making you cover your face with your hands.

frank lets out a breathy chuckle at your act and pins both of your hands up your head. "don' hide from'me, sweetheart, lemme know if you wan' stop, alright?" you nod and he praises, "good girl" he kisses your forehead and moves one of his hands down to palm your pussy.

you whimper at the contact. his hand slides down your panties and his fingers start exploring you. frank gathers your slick and starts circling your clit. a soft moan escapes your mouth, you want to grab something, preferably his bicep to squeeze but his hand's still pinning you down.

"attagirl, tell me if sum ain't right, okay baby?" fuck, the way he's talking to you. you feel one of his fingers slide in and your head falls back, mouth open and eyes shut. he slides a second finger immediately after. the stretch feels so unbelievably good.

frank starts to set a rhythm with his fingers, pushing in and out of you slowly but hard while his thumb is pressing down your clit, messily moving around it. you're getting louder every passing second, pleasure overtaking your body and mind. you feel him sucking on your throat just beneath your jaw and ear and fuck how it adds to the sensation.

"frank, I think I'm getting closer" you barely manage to whisper, voice too shaky and broken. you have no other choice but to start digging your nails harshly in frank's wrist that's holding you down.

"you're doin' so good, baby, don' hold back, yeah?" he comes up to give you a deep, desperate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, biting your lower lip. you moan into him, your walls pulsing on his fingers. frank grunts into your neck at the feeling.

you feel the wave of orgasm crashing through you. your brain short-circuits at the sensations you've never felt before. "fuuuck, frank! " you scream out at the pleasure, you feel your legs shaking, nails digging through frank's skin but he doesn't stop yet. getting you through it until you start chanting his name over and over again from the overstimulation.

"good girl, baby" he finally lets go of your hands and kisses your cheek.

"you really didn't have to pin me down the whole time" you say after you're done breathing for your life.

"oh yeah?" his chuckle sounds rough but sweet. "you already tellin' me what to do, woman?" he jokes, and brings a pillow underneath you to make you comfortable.

"I jus wanted to touch your arms" you admit smiling, face probably red as a tomato.

frank takes a good look at your face while you're smiling. you see him softening up on you in real time, his eyes filled with love even though he just met you today. it makes your heart ache, this moment with him feels so raw and real.

for a few seconds, neither of you say anything. frank just keeps looking at you, like he's trying to memorize every little detail before it slips away. the smile on your face starts to feel impossible to hold, too big and too genuine. when he finally smiles back, it's small but sincere, the kind that reaches his eyes. something shifts between you then, quiet and unspoken, and suddenly the space separating the two of you doesn't feel quite so wide anymore.

you feel different kind of yearning this time. you want more, this isn't enough. you hold his face in your hands and bring him down for a messy kiss. you're trying to dominate but he doesn't let you. the kiss deepened in an instant, shifting from hesitant to something far more desperate, like neither of you can bear to pull away.

your hand slowly goes down to take his pants off, opening up his belt when he stops you midway through. "careful" he warns and pins your hands down again.

"need you, frank" you try to fight off his hands but he's too strong and your arms feel like liquid right now.

"need you more sweetheart, I jus' wanna make sure you really wan' this, yeah?" he whispers in your ear, voice low and dangerous. frank bites neck out of frustration. "been holdin' back too much, doll, didn't wanna hurt you."

"I know you're not gonna hurt me, honey, I trust you" finally your turn to use the petname. frank's heart melts when he hears the words coming out of your sweet mouth. you trust him.

he kisses you once again and kicks off his pants with his leg. you look down at his dick for a split second. it's not what you expect. he's big. really big. you swallow hard and exhale loudly. frank notices the worry on your face and holds your face.

"you tell me when to stop, yeah princess?"

you nod.

"lemme hear you, baby"

"yes, frank"

"attagirl"

frank turns you around on your stomach, putting one of the pillows underneath you. he grabs your hips and starts gathering your wetness with his tip. you whimper out at the contact. he's holding you steady and firmly against him, slowly pushing his cock inside? inch by inch. his fingers digging harshly on your sides.

"fuck" frank's head rolls back at the pleasure. he gathers all of your hair in his hand and pushes your head back, his mouth right behind your ear. "talk t'me baby, you gotta relax a little cuz' fuck-" he stutters over his words when he feels your walls pulsing on him.

"too tight" he exhales and starts moving slowly. you're grabbing the sheets with whatever force you have left in you. the stretch feeling way different this time. it stings hard but the sensation of it feels otherworldly. your eyes roll back when you feel frank setting up the pace, ass slapping against him with the rhythm.

if the overstimulation wasn't enough, he brings a finger to your clit and starts circling it while his pace keeps picking up. pounding into you hard with every move. your limbs betray you, only thing keeping you up are frank's hands and the pillow underneath you.

"frank!" you cry out his name, feeling too overwhelmed and desperate chasing your high. frank notices your walls fluttering around him and he already knows you're close. he grabs you by your neck, softly squeezing it while he slams inside you at the new angle.

"you're gonna cum on my dick, baby? gonna be a good girl f'me?" he groans behind you, voice shaky, falling apart inside you.

"yes, frank, wanna cum on your dick, please, please, please" you moan out, completely fucked out, blabbering frank's name every second, hands digging in the sheets desperately, pussy pulsing aggressively around him. his hand goes back from your throat to your clit once again. he presses down on it and it males your whole body jerk and shake, the pleasure overtaking you. you didn't even get to process, it just happened. frank smiled behind you, feeling you orgasm around him.

"good girl, did so good f'me" he keeps going harder and faster to chase his own release now. you feel so tired and liquid but he still feels so good. you love the overstimulation you feel. "gonna cum inside you, doll, wanna fill you up" he grunts and in a few thrusts, you feel his release flowing inside you, making you feel so full and warm.

his body is slumps over you for a second, both of you breathing hard and loud before he pulls out and lays down on the bed. frank kindly turns you to your side so he can hug you to his chest. "you okay, sweetheart?" he asks as he strokes your hair and kisses your temple softly.

"just a little tired" you mumble, voice too quiet against his neck.

"lemme clean you up, princess, I'll be right back inna sec'" he gets up and goes to the bathroom, returning with a wet warm towel, softly massaging your legs with it. "all nice n' clean" he finds a new pair of underwear for you and helps you put it on alongside a loose shirt for the night. he returns to the bed and you’re already halfway gone, eyes heavy, breathing slowing in that soft way that tells him you’re close to falling asleep.

“there you go…” he murmurs, almost to himself, pulling the covers up over both of you. you shift closer without thinking, your body already knows you're safe with him. his arm slides around you, firm but gentle, holding you in place against him.

“you're perfect,” he whispers into your hair, pressing one last kiss there, lingering just a second too long. but you don’t answer. you’re already asleep.

frank stays awake a moment longer, just watching you, thumb tracing a slow, absent line over your shoulder until he stops. then he finally lets his eyes fall shut too, pulling you a little closer, and even though this is new, it sits with him like something familiar he didn’t know he was missing. he’s already sure he’ll want more of you every night after this.