#dbf!frank

It was dingy and run down, but it was the only place where the two of you could peacefully be with each other in public.

The dive bar downtown kept your secret. It was well hidden and on the weekends you two could easily hide in the back booth while the crowd of people carried on without suspicion.

His hand rested on the inside of your thigh, his thumb gently and lazily rubbing against your skin- the calloused palm occasionally squeezing.

It was well into the night and you resorted to people-watching while Frank watched the band. You usually came here when it was this busy, but tonight was the only night your schedules aligned. You would get nervous about being caught by one of your dad's other friends or a family member that randomly decided to drive into the city for a drink- but Frank always reassured you that you wouldn't be caught.

Even well into your twenties, you're still scared about your dad finding out that you were sneaking off with a guy.

Well, not just any guy and not just sneaking off.

The longer you sipped the tequila, the hotter the room began. Frank was quick to take notice of the clothing slowly coming off. First, it was your jacket, and then it was the tugging at your straps.

Looking over and smiling to yourself, you dropped your hand in your lap. Frank also noticed but still didn't say anything.

He took a deep breath as he felt your legs uncross and your hand cover his. Your eyes are still watching the other people in the bar. Luckily for you, your booth was well hidden from any eyes that could wander south.

Frank held his breath while you spread open your thighs just enough for your hand to guide him upward. Sitting completely unphased, while you finish off the glass of tequila. It's warming your throat and traveling to your core.

His thumb glided over the thin material of your panties and his eyes to you. There was a pause while he watched your face barely react. It was mesmerizing watching you scan over the crowd, pretending as if nothing was happening undeath the table.

Tequila did something to you- every time you drank it, it heated your body in more ways than one. You hated the saying (because it was true), but tequila really did make you want to take your clothes off.

"Dirty little thing," Frank mumbled while two fingers found their way inside your panties.

You're soaking. Frank's cock stirs and lightly throbs from the arousal coating his fingers. Biting the inside of your bottom lip, you hook your leg over Frank's.

It was unlike you to be so forward in public, but it sent sparks through Frank. All private activities were strictly reserved for his apartment in the middle of the night, but this was new. This was bold- and this, he loved it.

He couldn't focus on anything else anymore, all his attention was on you.

He smiled when your nose twitched or you took a deep breath. He was proud at how well your face was hiding it but between your legs? That was another story.

Your pussy ached for his fingers to be inside you and they clenched around nothing. Frank's free hand finished off his glass before using his other fingers to tease your clit. When you gripped the empty tequila glass, he knew he had you- but he didn't want you to cum out in the open.

That was only for his eyes to witness, even if nobody else could see.

Abruptly, Frank pulled his fingers away from your pussy. He patted your thigh before scooting out of the booth, holding out his hand. You take it without hesitation and follow him as he leads you through the crowd.

He was on a mission and he'd be damned if anyone got in his way. His cock throbbed in his dress pants- needing to feel your walls around him. Thinking about his cum dripping from his tip only made your brain spin faster than it already was.

It's like the crowd parted just for the two of you because you make your way through it in record time and pushed passed your way to the family bathroom. Frank clears his throat and looks behind us to make sure nobody was behind us. When the close was clear, he yanks your body inside and shuts the door with your body.

"Little minx, what's gotten into you?" He breathed you in, running his hands over your back and waist.

"Ah- don't know- must be that damn tequila," He nipped at the base of your neck, sliding off the straps of your shoulders.

Your hands find their way up to the buttons of his shirt, frantically undoing the top. Frank's working your neck while his hand runs down your side. He slides the same hand up your dress and back to your panties.

"Hm, I bet you taste so fucking good-" Frank dips his fingers inside, collecting arousal on his fingers.

A soft whimper slips past your lips while you jerk your hips into his fingers. He brings his fingers to his lips. Your eyes lock and they don't fall as he sucks off your arousal. It only made you wetter and your hands run under his shirt trying to get it off.

"Fuckin' perfect- open." You obey without hesitation and let Frank's two fingers inside your mouth.

He watches you while you instinctively begin to suck on his fingers. Frank stares in awe at far you're able to take him.

"That's my girl- that's my fucking girl-" He growls and your eyes roll back.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva follows and drips on your chin. Frank grabs your hips, tugging you towards him- you can feel his bugle pressing into your abdomen.

"I need you inside me- I just- fuck-" You whined, yanking on his belt.

Frank chuckled into your neck, "M'want this pussy first-"

He hoists your body up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he sets you on top of the sink. Your back hits the mirror a little too hard and you prayed that it didn't crack. Frank has your legs spread wide with one already over his shoulder. He doesn't even have time to take your panties off, Frank just pulls them to the side before his mouth is attached to your slick folds. Your fingers weave through his hair while your hand covers your mouth.

The band was still playing, but you didn't want to take any chances of someone hearing. Frank's tongue flutters around your clit, as two fingers slip inside your aching cunt. Arousal covers Frank's mouth and chin.

Whimpers are getting caught in the back of your throat and the pleasure is building in the pit of your stomach. The warmth is no longer from the tequila but from pure pleasure. Frank mumbles something into your pussy, but you can't make out what- you don't care, but the extra vibrations sent you spiraling.

Your pussy clenches around his fingers and your hips jerk against his mouth. Frank's free arm is still hooked around your leg, holding your body steady on the sink. You begin to claw at anything to channel the pleasure into.

"Frank- Please- I'm gonna cu-" He knew that cry and it was safe to say he was addicted to it. He didn't even acknowledge to the warning, he was too lost in your pussy.

Arousal dripped down his mouth and he grew hungrier for your cum- sucking on your clit and pushing down on your abdomen. Your body jolts up, tugging on the roots of his hair, and you let out a strained cry. The orgasm is so powerful, you swear you lost your hearing for a moment.

Frank slowed his pace, letting you come down from your high. Shivering the moment he tried to return to your swollen clit, he chuckled.

He peppered light kisses over your folds and inner thigh. You cupped his jaw and guided his head up. His mouth is shiny with your juices.

Without hesitation, you bring his mouth to yours. Sighing satisfied, you melt into his mouth. You didn't notice, but Frank freed his cock from his pants and stroked himself a few times before ramming himself into you.

You gasp at the unexpected fullness and you let your head hit the mirror.

"Feel good?" He laughs and kisses up your neck, holding your jaw in place.

You gasp for air at his thrusts and frantically nod.

"This what you wanted? For me to fuck you?" You whine,

"My pretty little slut, couldn't wait till we got home? Just had to have me?" His words were like honey and you could feel another orgasm approaching.

Frank was right against your ear, drowning out the muffle sounds from the bar.

"F'uck- that pussy is squeezing me so tight- It's fucking beggin f'my cum, is that what you want? Huh? Have my cum dripping out of you?" Your eyes roll back and your pussy begins to contract around him.

"Y-Yes- M'want it- give it to me, Frankie-" He smirks, thrusting into you faster and rougher.

Suddenly, his thrusts one last time- deeper than before. Ropes of cum spill inside you and his mouth is open on your shoulder. Your pussy rapidly pulsates around him, milking his cock of his cum.

There is a pause for each of you to catch your breath. When Frank looks up at you, both of you crack a smile.

•He beckons you over and orders a slice of cherry pie

•He’s messy when he eats it, in more ways than one. He’ll put his thumb in his mouth and expertly suck off the excess cherry filling.

•and of course, two can play at that game

•bending over a table in front of him and letting him have a peek up your skirt/dress

•flirting and laughing boisterously at a group of frat bros that you’re server, just to make him jealous

•”I don’t get jealous easily by little boys, sweetheart.”

•gives you a ride back to his place and he shows you how much better an older man can be

•definitely smokes you out

•your pretty, glossy lips are leaving lip prints all over his cock and hips. The prints smearing as you bob your head.

•”no hands, baby. Lets see how good that mouth is.”