#countiero

You sat cross legged on the hotel bed in nothing but your panties, humming as you ate the chocolate covered cherries Frank had gotten you just hours ago, "something sweet, because you deserve it" he said when gifting it to you.

Frank was on his knees in front of you, dark tie loose on his neck, black button up hanging on by only a few buttons. He was bare from the waist down, the belt that once held his jeans up was now wrapped around his wrists, trapping his hands behind his back as he watched you, waiting.

It was clear from his heavy breathing and dripping cock that he was getting impatient. Yet you sat there, unbothered, eyes meeting his as you wrapped your lips around another cherry, moaning at the taste. It was a clear mockery at how he wanted your lips around him, how he'd do anything to plunge his dick down your throat. He cursed under his breath, cock twitching at the sound of your mockery of a moan. His head fell forward, eyes clamped shut, as if he could get off to the sound alone.

You raised a brow, smirking down at him as you held the now cherryless stem, spitting the pit out in his general direction (bouncing off his shoulder and landing onto the floor). "Something wrong, Frankie?" you coo, clearly patronizing, your foot moving to nudge his knee.

He swallows hard, shaking his head quickly before looking back up at you. His eyes were half lidded and dazed with need, brows furrowed the same way he always does right before he starts begging.

Before he can even muster up the courage to start whining, you lean down, using two fingers to make sure he stays focused on you. "I asked a question, honey. I expect an answer with words." you warn against his lips, getting close enough that he tries to chase your lips when you sit back up.

"Nothin's wrong." his voice cracking slightly, throat dry from his heavy breathing. He shifted forward, trying to get even closer. "Just- need more, baby. Please. Been real good. Been waiting so long-" his cheek now pressed against your knee, body burning at the innocent contact, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

You let out a little scoff, almost instinctively denying him, but he had had a stressful day (performing under the blistering summer sun at some festival) and it felt cruel to completely deny him. So instead, you settle with making him do a little party trick in order to get more action.

Smirking, you bring the stem of the already eaten cherry to his lips. "tie it in a knot, baby. Then maybe, maybe, I'll let you watch me jerk off." you tease, knowing it wasn't enough to really satisfy him, but anything was better than nothing right now.

With the promise of something more (kind of), he wastes no time, taking the stem into his mouth with a determination that was almost laughable. It doesn't take long for his tongue to dart out, tied cherry stem resting atop it.

You give an approving hum at the sight, patting his cheek with a "Good job, sweetie. You always listen so well." leaving your lips. You grab the stem and throw it to the side, before your fingers return to his mouth, resting on his tongue. "Now suck." you order, eyes meeting his, as if daring him to hesitate.

He, of course, doesn't hesitate in the slightest. Eyes fluttering shut as he groaned, lips closing around your two fingers, head bobbing slightly, sucking. Your thighs instinctively press together at the sight, biting your bottom lip with a soft moan. "There you go, baby." you whisper before pushing your fingers deeper down his mouth, feeling his throat clamp up at the sudden intrusion, gagging around them. Your fingers continue to fuck into his throat, your breathing getting heavy at the sight and sounds coming from him. Frank notices, one teary eye opening to meet your dark and hungry gaze. Sparks shoot down his spine with excitement, praying that you'll give him more for being so good.

You suddenly remove your fingers from his mouth, making him whine at the loss. His pouting was cut short as you stand up and kick off your panties, making him swallow hard. Being so close and level with his face, he could practically smell the need coming off of you. He could see your already glistening arousal just below your maintained curls, trying his hardest not to drool like a starving man.

You lay on the bed, back against the mattress, forearms keeping you just high enough to look at Frank through your spread legs, giving him a perfect view of everything he couldn't touch. He struggles against the belt keeping his hands restrained, feeling it loosen up just a fraction, before you catch his full attention again.

fingers lubed up with his spit trailing down your body, wasting no time to find your clit, making slow circles. He cant help but whimper at the sight. Your head falling back, sighing in relief from the pleasure. Relief he has yet to have experience tonight, evident from his still achingly hard cock, pulsing and twitching with each sound coming from you.

You lift your head back up to watch his face, his eyes transfixed on how your fingers moved against your pretty clit, like he was studying it for the next time he got to touch you. The next time he got to please you.

You start to speak with a lazy smirk, "See something you like, Frankie?" to which you get an automatic and strong nod. But just as quickly as he nodded, he remembered your earlier warning, causing him to speak up fast "Yes- yes, god- You're fuckin gorgeous, baby. So fuckin pretty for me." He swallows hard, still trying not to drool like an idiot "Please- lemme have a taste. Lemme help. I'll make you feel good, sweetheart."

Completely ignoring him, your head falls back again with a moan, fingers moving faster, working yourself just right. Being too lost in your own pleasure, you don't hear Frank continuously struggle against the belt. His breathing is only getting heavier, his eyes still locked on how you please yourself, cursing at himself for finding how you ignore him so hot.

His breath hitches when one of his hands slip free from the belt behind his back, eyes going wide, darting to your face to see if you've noticed. When you don't immediately start berating him for not listening and slipping free, he can't help but lunge forward, throwing your hand to the side and replacing it with his mouth.

Your eyes shoot open, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you lift your head to look down at him, "Fuck- Frankie!" You curse out quickly, the next words dying in your throat at the sight of him going down on you, his eyes shut, brows furrowed in a blissful haze, groaning against your core.

You're quick to notice only one hand keeping you legs spread. His left hand is gripping the underside of your left thigh, elbow pressed against your right thigh, forming an upside down triangle from where you lay, keeping those pretty thighs the perfect distance for him to work.

His other hand, his right hand, is making quick work on his dick, working it at an almost furious speed that matches his tongue against you. He cant help but moan into your heat with each pump of his hand, praying to any gods above that you'll be easy on him for letting his pure desperation to taste you take over.

"You- mngh- Asshole- not fucking listening." You're mumbling out curses, yet your hand still finds itself in his hair, tugging at the roots, hips rolling against his mouth. "So much for being good, hm? cant fucking keep your hands to yourself? ha- Fucking pathetic, Frankie." You hiss out, pushing his head deeper. He cant help the growl leaving his throat, his hand working faster at your disapproving words.

He's working you just right, the perfect combination of his tongue curling and sucking at your clit. "tastes so fuckin good, sweetheart. Fuckin amazing." he praises between gasps.

It doesn't take long for you to start approaching your peak, hand gripping his hair tighter, high pitched moans slipping from your lips.

Right as you were about to warn him that you were close, Franks own words, desperate and out of breath, breaks the pattern of moans. "Gonna cum- fuck. fuckfuckfuck-" He pants against your cunt, biting his bottom lip, eyes clamped shut. You don't even have time to whine about your high being taken away before he comes undone, groaning as thick white ropes shoot against the side of the bed.

After a few long moments of his heavy breathing, body going slightly limp. He looks up at you with a lazy smile, his waves of pleasure finally simmering down.

He didn't get much time to process the scowl on your face before you tug him up by the tie still hanging off his neck, throwing him onto the bed. He fell face first with a soft "oof," hands catching himself before looking back at you with a smirk. He loved when you got mad, it meant you'd go harder than usual.

"wipe that fucking smirk off your face, Frank." You hissed, getting back on the bed, pulling at his hair so that his face met yours, lips a breath away. "You think you're funny, hm? not letting me cum first? not even asking if you could cum?" He let out a soft sound, biting his bottom lip, his eyes darting down to your lips before you threw his head towards the bed again.

"sit up so I can fuck myself with that useless dick of yours." you ordered, scoffing at how fast he moved, obviously eager for you to ride him, already half hard again.

He wasn't gonna be let completely off the hook tonight, that much is certain, but you would at least allow him to cum one more time. After all, he did get you those sweet chocolate cherries.

A/N: Thank you for reading my first ever fic! :] IDK when/if I'll post another fic - only time will tell!

You were trying to stay on your best behavior for this road trip, really, you were. But it felt impossible when your boyfriend looked so attractive after what felt like 12 hours of nonstop driving, looking like he was ready to kneel over and die.

It was painfully obvious the man needed a break, and for some godforsaken reason, he didn't want to admit it. You had offered to take over a few hours ago, but he furiously denied the help, insisting he was fine and that all you needed to do was sit there and be pretty.

And what's a prettier view than your partner's lips wrapped around you, sucking you off like it's their life's mission? ... What? It's keeping him awake, right?

"Shit- baby… mmn- what's gotten into you?" question going unanswered as one of Frank's hands tangled in your hair, forcing your head down when traffic allowed, and pulling you up before he started swerving.

He was trying to keep his sounds to a minimum, lip caught between his teeth, as if it would keep him focused on the road. His eyes were darting down, groaning at the view of you working him, soft praises leaving his lips each time. "Hmm- Taking it so fucking good. ah-fuck."

You had one hand on his thigh for support, the other squeezing around the base of his dick in teasing pulsations, teeth ghosting just enough to keep him in check. The threat of pain made him twitch, hissing like your teeth already made contact.

To reward him for being so good at multitasking, you wanted to see if you could take him all the way. A sharp curse leaving him as the tip hits the back of your throat, car violently lurching to the side. You shoot up, gasping as he swerves back into his lane, "shit! sorry- sorry." His hair is stuck to his forehead from sweat, panting with both hands on the wheel now, his cock still standing tall, begging for attention.

You let your breath catch up, placing a hand over your hammering heart, "Jesus fucking Christ, Frank-" you hiss. "What? You started it! and you know what that shit does to me-" he shot back with a weak glare, his need for more still evident but too embarrassed to ask.

You sigh, grateful he didn't just total a car for some head, "Pull over, Frank." An order he follows without hesitation, pulling over on the side of a long road in the middle of nowhere. "Thank you- gods- fucking thank you." His appreciation spills from his lips in waves as he undoes the stubborn seatbelt and pushes his seat back.

His head falls back with a groan as you take him in your mouth again, this time unashamedly bucking up into the heat. His hand, re-tangled in your hair, keeps you from pulling away completely. "That's it- that's my pretty fuckin slut." His hand tugs harder at the roots, pushing you deeper with a moan, "So fucking good-"

You let out a moan of your own, vibrations causing him to fuck into your mouth harder. "Already fucking close-" he warned in between heavy breaths, "can you take more? c'mon- take it." Not giving you much choice despite asking, he pushes your head all the way down, forcing you to breathe exclusively through your nose that was pressed against his thigh as he shallowly fucks into your throat.

"Yes- holy fuck. Sweetheart- cumming-" he strains out as his hip lifts to meet your lips that are desperately trying to pull away for air as thick warm ropes shoot directly down your throat.

Eventually, he went limp, letting your head go as you gasp for air, coughing up whatever couldn't be swallowed. Grumbling a quiet "fuckin greedy asshole-" under your breath, your voice rough from being used. You're met with a blissed out smirk, his eyes half lidded, "What? think I won't return the favor, babe?"

You scoff, rolling your eyes, "You won't because you're about to pass out, Frank. C'mon, let me drive the rest of the way." Not giving him time to respond, you're already swinging the passenger's side door open to switch spots.

He lets out a groan when you open the driver's side door, like even getting up is too much for him right now. A hand runs down his face, stuffing himself back in his jeans as he mumbles out, "Fine, but I swear I'll make it up to you when we get to the hotel."

You give a disbelieving laugh, "Yeah, ok, Romeo. get the hell out so I can drive."