The Purity Pen

Watching you two like this, though, in the soft privacy of your room, felt like crossing a line. Still, he didn’t move. Couldn't force his eyes away. It was like hearing two sirens calling, sweet-singing an alluring melody across the sea. Calling his name. Taunting him with their tricks. Luring him to his demise. But he was stronger than that. He wasn’t a sailor ready to drown at the first song. He was a Marine—former, albeit.

He was about to look away when Karen suddenly shifted on the bed and turned her head, eyes angled toward his window. His stomach dropped. He ducked his head for a moment, focused on the running water that he’d tuned out like background noise. But when he glanced back up, Karen was whispering in your ear. A second later, you both looked toward him and burst out laughing.

Frank dragged a wet hand down his beard and turned off the water. He tried to forget it ever happened, but his hand had other plans when he turned in for the night. He couldn't stop thinking about the two of you. About how your bodies moved together like they were one, how you kissed Karen’s center, how she sucked your nipples. He could swear he never came faster.

The next evening he came home after work, he settled into his usual routine. Took a shower, had dinner, and did the dishes. There was no light on the window across this time to pull his attention. Well, not at first. When he was drying his hands with a towel, he casually glanced through the glass to see the curtains to your bedroom being pulled apart. He could almost see the smirk in your face before you turned around, almost daring him to be a spectator once again. He could see it in Karen too, and how she slowly kneeled on the bed wearing nothing but her underwear, waiting for you to join her. It felt like a trap. Or a tease. He wasn’t sure. But he wasn’t going to get himself caught in that again. So he pulled the blinds down and turned away at once. No hesitation.

But just like the night before, even if he wasn’t watching, his imagination took him through the same path. Hand around his length, happily pumping to the picture of two of you tangled with each other.

From then on, he kept those blinds closed. If there was no temptation, then he couldn’t sin. At least not with his eyes. His mind however tended to run amok and for once he found himself creating new scenarios, trespassing boundaries to quench that excitement that seemed to bring new life to his cock.

He was happy with indulging a little whenever he felt like it. It was nice to feel that instant relief when he was done. It made him sleep better too. So, in a way, he should be thankful to you and Karen for granting him that. Of course, he would rather get shot ten times in the ass than tell you that.

It was a few days later when it had almost left his mind that you casually stumbled upon him. It was his day off. Went out to see Curt, grabbed groceries, and came back to find you two waiting for the elevator.

You smiled when you noticed him. “Hey, Frank.”

“Hey,” he said deep in his throat, barely looking at you.

Karen’s lips threatened to tighten into a smile so she covered her mouth and nodded at him. He noticed the little nudge of your elbow against Karen’s, as if you were warning her to keep it cool.

“Thanks again for the radiator,” Karen finally said. “It’s been working wonders.”

“It’s no problem, ma’am.” He responded as the elevator landed on the first floor.

The three of you crowded into the small box. The metal doors slid shut with a groan, and Frank hit your floor button with the edge of his knuckle. Normally he’d ask about your day, maybe crack some dry remark about the landlord or the heat cutting in and out, but now he just stared at the floor numbers ticking up.

You exchanged a glance with Karen.

Karen tilted her head, studying him like she was working something out. “We haven’t seen you in a while. You should come over for a drink sometime,” she said lightly, almost offhand, as if she hadn’t been planning to say it at all.

Frank’s jaw flexed. “Been busy.”

“Mm.” Karen’s smirk was small but sharp, her gaze flicking back to yours before she looked back at him. “Could always make time for dinner.”

He didn’t answer.

The silence stretched, filled only by the buzz of the old light overhead. And then you leaned in, your voice low and teasing, carrying just enough bite to make him glance your way.

“You could watch us properly this time, if you want, Frank. We don’t mind.”

His head snapped toward you, eyes wide. For a second he looked like you’d hauled off and slapped him, his ears going red, his grip tightening on the grocery bag handles.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, shaking his head, but he didn’t look away.

Karen laughed softly, not mocking, just amused. “What? You thought we didn’t notice?”

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open, and Frank bolted out into the hall like the air had gotten too thin.

“Just think about it.” It’s the last he heard before reaching his door.

You and Karen followed more leisurely, sharing a look between you as you walked in the opposite direction to get to your apartment.

The seed had been planted. But he wasn’t sure if it was real or if it was just the two of you making fun of him for staring.

Frank tried to tell himself it was all in his head. Just a joke. Two women having a laugh at the lonely bastard across the courtyard. He should’ve let it die there.

But then came the next night.

He was making himself a late sandwich when he caught it again—that familiar glow spilling across the courtyard. He froze, plate in hand, before slowly stepping toward the window. His blinds were still down, but he edged one slat open with a finger.

The curtains of your bedroom were wide this time. Not cracked, not slipping by accident. Wide open. And the lamp inside was on, bright enough to make sure there was no missing it.

But you and Karen weren’t on the bed. Not yet.

You were sitting on the couch, close together, a bottle of wine open on the table. You laughed at something she whispered, the kind of laugh that carried warmth and mischief. Karen’s gaze flicked toward the window for the briefest second, and Frank swore she knew he was there.

He jerked back from the blinds, heart hammering. It felt crazy to even think it. That you’d left it open for him. That this was an answer to the elevator, to your teasing voice in his ear.

He paced his kitchen. Sat down, stood up again. Every nerve in his body told him to leave it alone, to shut the blinds and drink his beer and stop being an idiot.

And yet twenty minutes later, he found himself out his door, slowly building the nerve to walk around the hallway that led to your door.

His fist hovered at the wood for a long second, as if knocking would set something into motion he couldn’t take back.

Then he rapped his knuckles against the door, quick, quiet.

The sound of footsteps on the other side made his chest tighten.

A second later, the door swung open. Karen was there first, leaning slightly in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at her lips. She didn’t say a word. Not a hello, not a welcome. Just that smirk.

His throat felt dry, words caught somewhere between disbelief and need. Finally, he blurted out, “Did… did you mean it?”

Karen’s shit-eating grin deepened. She didn’t answer immediately, just let the silence hang, letting the question settle in the air. Then, finally, a low chuckle escaped her, soft and amused.

“Yes,” she said, voice quiet, almost teasing, but firm enough that he didn’t doubt it. “We would never joke about something like that. Would you like to come in?”

She moved away slightly, opening the door wider so he could step inside if he wanted to.

His boots hesitated. They felt like weighing him down all of a sudden. But the raw need inside was stronger than his hesitation, and took a step forward, into the threshold of your place. It was nicer than his, he had noticed the first time he came over. His apartment was sparse, cold, and lifeless. Yours was warm-lighted, colorful, filled with pictures and mementos of your life together.

You stood up from the couch when you saw Frank entering. By the look on your face, he could tell you didn’t think he’d actually go through it, but that initial surprise morphed quickly into a warm smile.

“Would you like a drink?” You gestured at the bottle of wine.

“Sure.” He nodded as Karen closed the door behind him.

You grabbed a third wine glass from the cabinet and poured a fresh one for him before refilling the other two.

The three of you stood there for a second, and you both waited till Frank took a sip of his glass to do the same.

“I… I’m not sure what I’m doing here.” He confessed, looking down at the glass in his hand.

“You’re here because you want to be,” you said gently. “That’s all that matters.”

Karen leaned against the counter, arms crossed, smirk still in place but softer now. “Exactly. Nobody’s judging you. You don’t have to perform or anything.”

Frank let out a shaky breath, still gripping the glass like it was a lifeline. “Feels… I don’t know… weird. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

You laughed lightly, the sound warm, reassuring. “It’s supposed to feel a little weird. That’s part of the fun.”

Karen tilted her head, studying him like she was trying to read every last ounce of tension from his shoulders. “Hey,” she said, stepping a small distance closer. “It’s okay. If you wanna just hang, we can do that too.”

He took a slow drink, eyes darting between the two of you. The warmth of the wine in his chest seemed to loosen some of the knot in his stomach.

“You two are something else,” he lightly scoffed, letting the taste of wine linger on the plane of his tongue. “But you know that already.”

“So, you’re in?” You wondered.

“When in Rome, right?” he shrugged, his shoulders easing up into a more relaxed stance. The tension in his body ebbed slightly as he finished his glass.

It felt surreal to be here. He was completely out of his element, and yet there was nowhere else he’d rather be when he entered your bedroom. It was daunting, yes. But also exciting, something his life has been lacking.

You gave him the option to engage however he liked to, whether if it was just watching or joining you two in bed. He chose to watch first. There was no need to rush into anything. Just being in the same room and you two was enough for now.

So while you and Karen got cozy in bed, he first shut the curtains. You two were amused by the fact that he didn't want anyone else watching but him.

Frank sat on the armchair in the corner while you and Karen slowly dive into the other. Making out for starters. He thought it’d be stranger than watching from the window, but up close, having permission to be here, it was more comfortable than he thought. His presence seemed like no bother to you and Karen. It made him wonder if you have done this before with someone else, if this was something you often looked for.

His eyes, filled with curiosity, followed the unrehearsed rhythm of your kisses, of your tongues slowly coming out to play with each other. Your hands gradually began moving too, exploring more skin, shedding layer after layer until you were both stripped to your underwear.

As you shifted together, Karen glanced at him and said. “You can tell us what to do if you want.”

Frank scoffed as a shade of red took over his ears. “You’re… you’re doing fine on your own, sweetheart.”

Karen nodded and turned to you. She carefully removed your bra, brushing your knuckles on your hard nipples before pushing you down on your back and climbing on top of you. One of her legs slipped between your thighs. Her quadriceps pressed on your pussy while she straddled your leg to stimulate her own heat. Her mouth was all over you, nibbling at your neck, tracing the shape of your mouth with the tip of your tongue, while her hips arduously moved back and forth against your thigh. You held her hips, fingers digging on her ass the harder she moved, your voice rumbling along soft moans produced by the heavenly friction of her leg.

For some reason, his cock didn’t have the same reaction as before. Not as intensely, at least. There was something mildly hot coiling in his lower abdomen, but it felt more like envy rather than desire. Perhaps, he was stopping himself from feeling it all. Even if he had permission to do whatever he wanted, there was some sort of barrier that kept him from getting fully aroused. He admired the two of you, loved being witness to the way you cared about each other like this.

It wasn’t until things heated up a little more that the imaginary barrier got taken down, and his dick was suddenly up, trying to pitch a tent below the fabric of his tight jeans. It was when you changed positions that he saw your tongue traveling down Karen’s bare chest, circling around her perfect puffy nipples. You kept moving down, swiftly removing her panties. You settled between her wide-open legs, leaving a trail of kisses on the inside of her thigh up to her center. He couldn’t fully see what your tongue was doing, but by the way Karen sounded, it was nothing short of extraordinary. The swirling of your tongue stirred a string of curses and moans that echoed between those walls. Her body squirmed, but you held her down and kept feasting on her pussy, pushing your fingers into her entrance to build up the perfect tandem. Her hands held your head down on her. Reveling in the pressure of your lips around her clit, and those deft fingers quickly lifting her to a higher plane.

In that moment, he desperately needed to grab his hardness and pump until it was empty, spray all over you and Karen. His hand wouldn't move, though. Not even an inch. Like jerking off would shatter the spell, make him a pathetic spectator instead of the man they wanted here.

Frank’s jaw tightened, his fists curled against the arms of the chair. He could barely stand the ache in his cock, the way every nerve screamed for relief. But he stayed frozen.

But then Karen’s striking blue eyes found him, her face flushed and mouth parted. She didn’t laugh. She didn’t smirk. Instead, she whimpered, breathless, desperate, “Please, Frank?”

It short-circuited him. For a moment he couldn’t even move, couldn’t process that she was asking him, begging him. Not mocking. Not testing. Wanting.

The knot in his abdomen grew hotter and, like a moth to a flame, he pushed himself up to stand and sit at the edge of the bed. Karen smiled, reached for his arm. She moved his hand up to her breast, and he obliged, gently massaging her boob to her will. Her skin was warm and soft under the rough surface of his wide palm.

You gaze up from your position, halting for a second.

“Wanna taste her?” you breathed, pulling your fingers out of Karen's slicked pussy, offering them up to him.

He swallowed and nodded, bowing his head closer to lick your fingers. His eyes closed. His lips slowly wrapped around your knuckles, capturing her essence on the surface of his tongue. You made sure he swallowed every last drop clinging to your fingers before pulling them out of his mouth. There was another jolt starting at his center that shot through every nerve of his body as he savored the last of it.

Your lips playfully drew a lopsided smile as you moved them back inside of Karen to finish what you started.

“This okay?” Karen asked, her palm climbing up his thigh.

“Hm,” he nodded and let her wandering hand fondle his erection over his jeans. Her eyes never left him. She watched his expression change when her fingers curled awkwardly around the tight fabric.

“Take off your shirt.” It wasn’t a question but an order. One he obeyed. His anxious fingers undid the buttons of his flannel quicker than ever. His chest was heaving with anticipation and that wonderful maneuvering of her hand over his neglected erection.

He looked at Karen while you pulled your head back and kneeled between her legs.

“Glad you decided to join us, honey,” you said, gently grazing his shoulder before pulling your panties down.

You straddled Karen’s hips, half-angled this time so you could rub your clit directly against hers. Watching her hand pumping Frank, you rocked back and forth until you found that sweet spot that made her squirm beneath you. She grabbed your ass with her free hand with such force it made the scorching fire inside burn harder.

Facing Frank, you reached to his bearded cheek and pulled his face closer.

“Can I kiss you?”

Frank’s breath faltered at your question. His whole body felt like it was strung on a wire, pulled tight, ready to go live. Nobody had asked him like that in years. It was soft, teasing, but with a kind of sincerity that made his chest ache.

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at your lips, then at Karen beneath you, flushed and needy, her hand still pumping him with lazy strokes that made his vision blur.

“Yeah,” he rasped finally, the word rough as gravel. “Yeah, you can.”

You closed the distance, pressing your mouth to his. It wasn’t hurried or frantic. Not at first. Just warm, exploratory, letting him taste the wine still lingering on your tongue. He groaned into it, a sound torn out of somewhere deep, and his hand cupped your jaw almost tentatively, like he was afraid you might vanish.

That was the moment the wire inside him went off. The hesitation bled out of his body as he kissed you harder, beard scratching your skin, heat rolling off him in waves. His thumb swept across your cheek, while his other hand gripped Karen’s leg, anchoring himself between the form of the two of you. He could feel the bubbling lust, the electricity of your body relentlessly rubbing against Karen’s.

You pulled back just long enough to breathe, your smile swollen and hungry. “See how good it feels.”

“Hmm,” his lip snarled, almost out of anger at you from breaking the kiss.

“Sh, it’s okay,” you framed his face with both your palms as your hips slowed down to a halt. “Lay down. We’ll take care of you, yeah?”

He nodded before you dismounted Karen’s figure before any of you could come.

“Do you trust us?” You asked him, staring deeply into his lust-bound eyes.

Frank nodded again, “yeah, yeah… I trust you.”

With her usual disarming smile, and flustered cheeks, Karen rose from her position and helped you get rid of the rest of Frank’s clothes. He let you train him like a puppet until he was the one resting on his back on the mattress. Fully exposed and hard. He surrendered himself like an offering to your whims. To his two sirens. You whispered something into Karen’s ear, and she followed your instruction of straddling his lap while you leaned down by his side. Karen rocked her hips, pressing her cunt against the monumental swelling of his cock, spreading her juices all over his skin.

Locking eyes with him, you pet his beard for a moment before sticking your tongue out to trace the shape of his mouth. Your lips bounced twice against his, then you fully seized his mouth with that passion he was craving. His grunts echoed in your mouth, tickled your tongue when Karen sank onto his cock. God, he hadn’t been inside anyone in so long, it almost felt like too much, like he might break apart right there.

You could taste the moment of pure pleasure that took over him when he was fully sheathed inside her. Her hips were strong and steady. It felt like heaven open season having you taking care of his mouth while she squeezed his hardness with such powerful force. He could’ve come. He wanted to, but the need to please you both ruled over preemptively finishing too early.

“Does she feel good?” You parted from his lips and glanced at Karen, beautifully ridding him like a rodeo champ.

“God,” he muttered, voice fraying, “she feels amazing.”

You looked back at him, and brushed the curls off his damp forehead.

“Sit on my face,” he blurted out, his jaw flexed beneath his bushy facial hair.

You froze for a second. “What?”

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and pleading. “Please. I need you on my tongue. Wanna taste you too, sweetheart. Don’t… Don't make me beg.”

The raw hunger in his voice made your belly tighten. This wasn’t the cautious Frank from minutes ago. This was a man starved past reason, tearing his own walls down just to get at you.

You didn’t make him repeat it. Facing Karen, you swung a leg over his head and lowered yourself, slow, savoring the way his arms immediately clamped around your thighs to drag you down to his mouth. The first swipe of his tongue made your gasp catch in your throat.

Bracing your hands on his chest, you leaned forward, finding Karen’s mouth halfway. While she rode his dick with practiced ease, you tried to roll yours against his mouth, but his hold was too strong to fight. His tongue was knee-deep in your pussy, driving out of your mind. He kissed, licked and savored every inch of your dripping cunt. His appetite was unmatched. It made your legs tremble, your breathing falter.

Finding the perfect balance, you all waved together, finding the same rhythm, pushing toward that same line at the end that held that promise of sheer ecstasy.

You whimpered in Karen's mouth. She moaned in return. He grumbled against your tender skin like a wild animal. His entire mouth felt like roaming all over your pussy at once, dragging along his coarse beard that prickled all over your skin. Being focused on giving you the highest pleasure helped him hold back his own orgasm. He was having too much fun to stop now, though.

At reaching the highest peak, when the room was bubbling with explosive heat, you all fell down like dominos. Frank was the first one to let go. He held back as long as he could, but ultimately his cocked jerked, unabashedly filling Karen’s pussy up to the brim. His hands held onto your thighs like a lifeline. His fingers tips felt like digging in your skin so hard you cried out, not in pain, but utter pleasure. Karen’s body was suddenly overcome by that unstoppable wave of bliss that erupted at her center and touched every last nerve. You held her until it passed. Then there was one left. You were right on the edge, there was that wild tingle holding by a threat right at the tip of his tongue. You could tell Frank was already suffocating beneath you, but he never gave up, never stopped until you were up high in cloud nine with the two of them.

He could still feel the twitch in his cock, oversensitive inside Karen, every small squeeze of her body pulling a hiss out of him. Your thighs trembled faintly around his face, his beard was not just wet, it was utterly drenched in your sweet juices. Even though his tongue had finally stilled, he pressed one last lazy kiss against your slick skin before letting his head sink back as you lazily peeled yourself off him.

Frank found himself sandwiched between the two of you when it was over. He was flanked by skin and legs and arms gently caressing him like he was the most precious thing in the world. You petted his beard and played with his curls, while Karen drew the toned muscles of his torso with her pointer finger. The light feather touch made him shiver. He’d been in firefights that left him shaking less than this. His body had been trained to endure, but nothing in his life had prepared him for this—for the way the two of you held him like he was more than just a man passing through.

His lungs worked like bellows. Sweat still perspired all over his body, drenching the pillow, dripping onto the sheets of your bed.

“I think I’m too old for this.” His voice came out rougher than usual when he could finally speak.

You scoffed, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You’re not that old. You did fine, hon.”

“That he did,” Karen agreed, glancing at him, smiling in the soft afterglow.

You grinned. “We went easy on you. Next time we won’t.”

Frank huffed out a tired laugh, raising his brow at both of you. “You call that easy?”

“We call it Tuesday,” Karen laughed, snuggling against his side as his arm curled around her.

“Well, I’ll have to train for next time.” He kissed Karen’s forehead and then turned to kiss yours.

His lips twitched, almost a smile, but he didn’t have the breath to say anything else. He just closed his eyes and let the warmth of you both anchor him, half convinced if he let go, he’d wake up alone in his cold, empty apartment and realize none of this had been real.

“Yeah,” he groaned as he thrust into you, “But you feel so fucking good, baby,” his tone dropped as he thrusted again, “Can’t fucking stop.”

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as your eyes rolled back into your head.

Frankie had you on the bathroom counter in the employee bathroom at the bar you worked at. The moment the two of you had the chance to slip away, you took it, and quickly you clawed each other’s clothes off, desperate for one another. To have his cock fill you up again filled that need that left you feeling empty. To be connected to him once more was something that your body, and your heart, craved more than anything. To feel his strong arms around you as you wrapped your legs around his waist made everything feel perfect, even if you were currently in a dirty bathroom. 

And Frankie’s feelings reflected yours. From the moment he first met you all those years ago, he instantly fell for you. And to finally have you in his arms, to feel himself inside your pussy, to be able to call you his… it was better than heaven for him. Even from the second he walked into the bar and saw you with the drink mixer in your hand, the way your breasts swung then you shook it, he knew he was going to fuck you in the bathroom the moment he got the chance.

Your relationship was perfect. Even from the first night you spent together, it felt as if the two of you had been together for years. Everything just fell into place perfectly, like you were two puzzle pieces that finally clicked together to form the picture that was your life. Everything felt right. Everything felt perfect, like things were the way they should be.

It was almost perfect that is. There was only one problem: no one knew. No one could know. Because you were Santigo’s sister. 

“He’ll freak out if he finds out about us,” you had once told Frankie, “Let’s just keep it between us for now. We’ll figure out the right time to tell him later.”

But that didn’t matter now. All that mattered to Frankie now was you. You were the entire world to him as he fucked you in the bar bathroom. The way your mouth dropped open to let the beautiful cries flow freely was more intoxicating to him than the drinks you served. The way your breasts swung with his every thrust was captivating. The way your inner muscles clenched around his cock sent jolts of pleasure up his spine.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. 

Sweat lined your brow as you clung to Frankie. One hand buried itself in his hair, tugging hard, while the other dug into his broad shoulder. All you could do was scream in pleasure as he rocked faster into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Fuck! Frankie, right there!” you moaned as you arched your back.

With one harsh grunt, Frankie thrust forward and both of you fell apart at the same time. You and Frankie both cried out as your bodies trembled against each other. Clinging to each other for dear life, you moaned loudly. Thankfully, the loud music from the bar drowned out your screams, yet at the time neither of you cared about that. All you cared about was the other as you rode out your climaxes together. 

Frankie huffed as he stilled himself inside you for a moment, hot and sweaty from the passionate lovemaking in the tiny bathroom. He let out a deep breath as he opened his eyes for a moment before closing them again to kiss you deeply. He savored the taste of you on his tongue as he slowly and carefully pulled out of you, swallowing the whimper you let out. His hand cupped the side of your face as his thumb stroked your cheek tenderly.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he mumbled as he rested his forehead against yours.

“So are you, Frankie,” you smirked back at him before you kissed him again. But, as much as you wanted the moment to last forever, you knew time was against you. “We really do need to get back now,” you sounded disappointed, “Don’t want anyone to get suspicious.” 

Frankie’s face dropped; he didn’t want the moment to end yet either, “Yeah,” he nodded as he helped you dress before slipping his own clothes back on.

Placing his trusty hat back on his head, you gave him one last kiss, “You go first. I’ll be behind you in a second.”

His dark, pleading eyes looked into yours as three words rushed to the tip of his tongue. But, just like every time before, they remained unspoken as he unlocked and left the bathroom.

You let out a deep sigh as you turned to the mirror and adjusted yourself for a moment before you also left your little hideaway and went back to the real world. The real world where as far as anyone was concerned, you and Frankie were just friends. 

*

You grinned from behind the bar as you watched the guys at their table. Santiago, your brother, and the guys who got each other through tough times that you couldn’t even imagine all laughed together. The four of them best of friends, brothers in arms. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but you could tell they enjoyed their time together, as they always did when the four of them convened. 

“There you are, nena!” Santiago exclaimed as you walked up to the table with a tray of drinks, “Where’ve you been?”

Frankie swallowed nervously, but hid it under the brim of his hat.

“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s busy in here,” you gestured over your shoulder to the crowd at the bar, “Some of us work for a living,” you added with a smirk. Glancing over for a brief moment, you caught Frankie’s eye and saw him relax his shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah,” Santiago shrugged, “As long as these assholes keep their hands to themselves and off my sister.” He shit a pointed glare towards another table of guys who made no effort to hide the way they checked you out when you walked by.

Will and Benny burst into laughter before Will spoke up, “Man you really have the overprotective brother thing down pat, don’t you, Pope?”

“Yeah,” Benny added as he sipped his drink.

Santiago rolled his eyes, “Shut up, assholes.”

You mirrored your brother’s eye roll before you turned and walked away, aware of a pair of eyes stealthily on your ass as you did so. A grin lit up your face while your back was to the guys.

Chatter echoed around him as he lost himself in your figure as the guys went back to their conversation. Vaguely, he was aware they were reminiscing about good times in the past before they turned their attention to Benny’s upcoming fight. The Miller brothers seemed to focus more on each other as Will gave his usual encouraging words to his little brother.

“Que pasas, hermano?” Santiago asked, noticing Frankie’s distant expression.

Frankie shook himself out of his thoughts and back to his best friend, “Nada,” he replied a little too quickly, “Nothing,” he repeated in a more leveled tone, “Just thinking is all,” he said as he took a sip of his drink and savored the taste that mixed with your that lingered on his tongue.

“That’s dangerous,” Santiago quipped playfully.

He rolled his eyes as he adjusted his hat. After a breath, Frankie chose his words carefully so as to not arouse suspicion, “Would it really be so bad if your sister found someone? Like found the right someone who treats her well?”

He pointed a stare at him for a moment before he took a swig of his drink and answered, “If it were the right person, yeah. She has a habit of picking real shitty ones though,” Santiago made a face as he pictured a particular ex of yours. But, he decided Frankie’s question was harmless, “But for now, I got my best friends watching over her when I can’t,” he placed a hand on his shoulder, “Thanks man, I know I can count on you.”

Frankie gave him a smile that hid the way he truly felt, “Anytime, man.”

*

“Oh Frankie… Ay mierda,” you moaned as you writhed on his bed.

The moon was high in the sky, illuminating Frankie’s bedroom. It was just the right amount of light to make for a romantic night in, and Frankie took full advantage of it. In between your legs he found a bliss unlike anything else. There was only one place he loved kissing you more than your lips…

Frankie groaned into you as he dug his hands into your thighs. As much as he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were or how delicious you tasted, he just couldn’t break himself away from your pussy. He slurped loudly, not caring how obscene the sounds he made were, especially when they made you moan and make such lovely sounds.

“Ay dios mio,” you cried out as one hand landed in his hair while the other clutched onto the sheets for dear life. The way his tongue so expertly found all your sensitive spots never ceased to amaze you… and always left you breathless.

Another growl emitted from deep within Frankie’s throat as he devoured you with even more fervor. His tongue swirled around your clit, making you whimper with every pass, and he could tell you were close.

Let me taste your cum, baby, he thought as he ran his tongue up and down your folds. The tip of his nose hit your clit as he dipped his tongue into your entrance, darting it in and out a few times before running back up. The moment his lips wrapped around your clit, you screamed and tugged at his hair.

“Frankie! Fuck!” you cried out as your legs trembled on either side of his head.

He tightened his grip on you as he sucked hard on your clit. And that was all it took to send you over the edge. With a loud scream, you came hard against his face, rocking your hips against his prominent nose as you rode out your climax.

Like a man dying of thirst, Frankie greedily lapped up your release as he kept his rhythm with his tongue. He didn’t want to waste a drop of your sweet juices, and he didn’t want to stop until you were entirely spent. His cock strained with need, but he ignored it in favor of your pleasure.

With one last gasp, you flopped down limp on the bed, and Frankie broke away from your cunt with a loud pop. He wanted your body through glazed over eyes as his chin glistened with your cum. He watched with fiery eyes as your breasts rose and fell with your heavy breaths as you came down from your high.

“Fuck you are so fucking sexy, baby,” he growled as he lunged forward and captured your lips with his own.

You moaned into him as you wrapped your arms and legs around his body as he covered you. A rumble from Frankie’s chest reverberated between your bodies as he rutted against you.

“I need you, baby,” Frankie sounded so desperate, “Fuck I can’t get enough of you.”

“Then fuck me, Francisco,” you mewled as you bucked your hips against his, feeling his rock hard cock against your slick pussy.

All he could do was growl as he angled his hips against you. Frankie slipped a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your entrance, and the moment the tip hit your wetness, you both gasped.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed as he easily slid into you, your pussy still soaking wet from how avidly he devoured you.

“Oh my god…” you dropped your head back onto the mattress as you felt his cock stretch you out. You groaned and dug your nails into his back as you surrendered yourself to him completely. 

“Shit I’m not gonna last long with how fucking good you feel,” Frankie muttered as he started to rock in and out of you, feeling your walls around him with every thrust.

Any words escaped your mind the moment he started thrusting in and out of you. All you could do was moan and hold onto him as his cock filled you over and over again. In the moonlight, Frankie fucked you with everything he had. You felt the passion behind every thrust of his hips, and the way he held you while he ravaged you was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

This was not just fucking. Frankie was making love to you in both the sweetest and roughest way he could. And it was everything you needed and more. Just as he was addicted to you and your pussy, you were addicted to him. You clawed at his back, pulling him closer as if you couldn’t get enough of him. You wanted to feel every inch of his body against you while his thick cock filled you up over and over again. You wanted… need him more than air.

Frankie was mesmerized by you. Before you pulled him closer, he watched as your breasts swung wildly with every thrust of his hips. And as he covered you with his body, he could feel your heart pound in your chest. He couldn’t get enough of the way you wrapped your arms and legs around him, wordlessly telling him you needed more, needed him closer. 

And he was happy to oblige. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he murmured your name over and over with every thrust, “Baby I’m close.” Sweat lined his brow, making the thick locks of hair stick to his forehead.

“Cum in me, Frankie,” you whispered as you pressed your forehead against his, “Let me feel you.”

Your words alone almost made him lose control. But Frankie wasn’t going over the edge without you, so he snaked his hand in between your bodies to rub at your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as his touches sent jolts of pleasure up your spine, “Frankie…”

“I know baby,” he moaned, “I’ve got you…”

His thrusts became erratic as the room spun around him. Moans and cries of pleasure echoed between your bodies, and neither of you were sure who made which sounds. It didn’t matter anyway, you were connected at one, fitted together perfectly as if you were meant for each other.

Frankie felt his orgasm quickly approaching; with every thrust he was closer and closer. And from the way your inner muscles squeezed his cock, he could tell you were just as close. Pounding into you with fervor, Frankie growled your name as he came hard enough to see stars.

You screamed against his lips as your second climax hit at the same time. Clutching onto Frankie tightly, you trembled underneath him as you came together. Passions exploded between your bodies as Frankie rode out both your climaxes. Tears fell down your cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through your body. And a shiver ran up your spine as you felt Frankie’s release fill you to the brim while he moaned against your face.

With one last huff, Frankie thrust as deep as he could into you before he collapsed down on top of you with a grunt. You wheezed as the added weight was sudden, but you both burst into laughter as you both went limp against each other. Frankie planted light kisses on the side of your head as he caught his breath and his cock softened inside you. A chill of his own ran up his spine as your laughter sent shocks to his overstimulated cock.

“That was amazing, baby,” Franie murmured in your ear.

“You’re amazing, Frankie,” you whispered back, kissing him wherever you could while you ran your hands up and down his broad back.

Frankie broke away to gaze into your eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows. Again, three words were on the tip of his tongue. He could have said them. He should have said them. You looked so beautiful underneath him in the moonlight. There was no better time than now…

Yet, he didn’t. Instead he said, “I got you,” as he slowly pulled out of you, causing you both to hiss. Frankie gave you an apologetic look when he was fully out of you, and he couldn’t help but glance down and watch his release spill out of your pussy.

He licked his lips, and for a moment he contemplated devouring you once more. But, his muscles ached, and Frankie felt the overwhelming need just to hold you close, to feel your body against his.

Reaching for a tissue on his bedside, Frankie gently, tenderly cleaned you up as you whimpered from the touch. You were overstimulated as well, but in the best way possible. Not wanting to leave your side even for a moment, he just tossed the tissue aside and laid down next to you, gathering you in his arms. You sighed contently as you pressed a light kiss to his chest before you laid your head down comfortably. 

“Hey baby?” Frankie broke the silence after several moments. 

“You alright, Frankie?” You noticed the change in his tone, which made you worry. You rested your hand on his chest, feeling his heart under your palm. 

“Do you ever think maybe we should tell Santiago about… us?”

You let out a deep sigh as you savored the warmth of his embrace for a moment, “I do hate hiding from him,” you admitted, “But I’m just scared to, you know?” Truthfully, you were sure he wouldn’t be as mad as you feared, yet something nagged at you about it. Perhaps because he reacted so badly to the last person you dated, yet he had good reason to. This time, however, it was Frankie, and who would deny Frankie? And the longer this went on, the more frightened you became. You dug yourself in this hole and the longer you hid in it, the more difficult you knew climbing out of that hole would be.

“I know,” he comforted you with a squeeze, “But we can do it together. He can’t be mad for too long,” he let out a soft laugh.

You chuckled, “You’re right,” you hummed in agreement, “We’ll pick a time to sit down with him and tell him the truth, and Will and Benny too.”

“Sounds good, baby,” he kissed the top of your head, “I’ll be right there with you, I promise,” Frankie paused and took a deep breath, “But for now, let’s get some sleep.”

*

It was a quieter night at work, which you were thankful for. So many crowded nights were great for your paycheck, but left you completely exhausted. A few regulars and some newcomers sat scattered around the bar, but you still had some time to just lean against the wall and rest for a bit. It was a calm, peaceful night.

Until the one person you never wanted to see again walked through the doors.

Immediately you were on edge from the moment you saw his sly face, “Ernesto,” you spat through gritted teeth, “What are you doing here?”

His grin sent shivers down your spine, “I missed you, sweetheart.”

“I don’t miss you,” your tone was cold as you held yourself strong, “Get out of here.”

“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” he leaned in close, invading your space and placing a hand on your shoulder, “Give me another chance. I’ve changed.”

“No!” you pushed his hand off your shoulder. But, before you could step away from him, he grabbed your wrist, “Let me go, Ernesto!”

Just as he tried to yank you close enough to him to kiss you, he was ripped away in a flash. Before he could even grunt in confusion, Ernesto found himself stumbling away from you and a man stood between you and him.

“Who the fuck are you?” he snapped.

“Frankie,” you breathed in relief.

“She told you no, so get the fuck out of here before I have to hurt you,” Frankie growled, sounding very unlike his usual self. 

“Fuck off, she’s mine,” Ernesto lunged for Frankie, fists winging.

Frankie clenched his jaw and waited for the opportunity to present itself. In between the flurry of hands from Ernesto, there was an opening. It only took one hit, one precise punch from Frankie right in his nose to send him careening back. Ernesto landed on the floor with a grunt, and all the air was forced out of his lungs as he saw stars from hitting his head.

In a rage, Frankie stepped forward and grabbed Ernesto’s collar, peeling him off the floor, “Have anything to say now, pendejo?” he growled.

It took him a moment to re-orientate himself before he stuttered, “N-no,” all the fight had left Ernesto’s body, “I’m going. I’m going,” he pleaded as he scrambled away and bolted for the door. Frankie watched to make sure he left before he quickly rushed over to you.

*

Santiago hopped out of his truck before he strolled toward the bar you worked at. He had some free time and decided to come see you, especially since he noticed you had been acting differently lately. He cared for you more than anything, and he only ever wanted the best for his sister and only family. He was in a good mood, but as he got closer to the bar, someone burst through the doors and slammed right into him.

“S-sorry,” Ernestro muttered as he looked up from where his gaze was pointed at the ground, “I didn’t mean to… You!” he gasped, recognizing Santiago.

“You!” he snarled as he grabbed Ernesto’s shirt, “What the fuck are you doing here?!” Santiago was ready to hit him, enraged when he thought about how he treated you in the past, but when he noticed the broken nose and blood from his face, he paused.

Ernesto took the opportunity in his hesitation to slip out of his grip and run away. Santiago thought about going after him, but his priority was more on his sister’s safety, so he ran inside to check on you. And when he rushed through the doors, the sight that met him froze him in his tracks.

Frankie was there, holding you tightly and whispering into your ear as you nuzzled into his shoulder. He couldn’t hear what exactly he said, but he could tell Frankie was whispering words of comfort into your ear in between feather light kisses. Santiago wasn’t sure how to feel and he stood in dumbfounded stillness for several moments.

“What the hell is going on here?” his voice was a low grumble as the emotions slipped out before he could stop them.

You gasped as you snapped your head up from where it rested on Frankie’s shoulder, “Santi…” you breathed, tears still fresh in your eyes, “I can explain,” you scrambled out of his arms and up to your feet.

Frankie followed right behind you, “Pope, I…” he started before he was interrupted.

“Wait,” you hissed to both of them, noticing the stares from the few patrons in the bar, “Can we take this outside?” You really did not want an audience.

Santiago remained tense, but looked around and nodded. In silence, the three of you slipped out and towards your brother’s truck for some privacy. The tension was palpable as you made your way out of the bar. Yet, Frankie still slid his hand in yours despite the glare from Santiago.

“Santi, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you blurted out, “We just…”

“How long?” Santiago cut you off with a simple question, “How long have you kept this from me?”

All the breath felt like it was punched out of your lungs and suddenly you realized why he was so angry. All your life, it had been just you and Santi; brother and sister alone in the world. You trusted each other with everything, and you were all each other had. This was the first time you kept something from him, and you noticed the hurt in his eyes that you felt like you had to hide this from him.

“A few months,” Frankie answered for you in a quiet voice.

Santiago let out a heavy sigh as his shoulders dropped and the tough person melted away. Putting his hands on his hips, he looked between the two of you, “And you couldn’t tell me this whole time?” his tone was softer than before, and the hurt was apparent. 

“Santi,” you started, taking a step forward, “I’m sorry.”

He glanced at you before he stepped past you and met Frankie face to face, “Will you take care of her?” he asked, “You’ll never hurt her?”

Frankie’s eyes softened, “Yeah,” he breathed, “I swear, man,” he continued, “I’d never do anything to hurt her,” he paused, “I’m in love with your sister, man.”

The confession made both you and Santiago’s mouths drop open in surprise. “Frankie…” you gasped in a whisper from behind your brother.

Santiago recovered first, “Fuck, bro,” he smiled through the emotions, “Guess I can’t be too pissed at you… You did kick her ex’s ass pretty damn good.” He turned over his shoulder and smiled genuinely at you before turning back to Frankie, “Just don’t make out or do any of that shit in front me, ok?” he said, putting his hand on his shoulder. 

The relief showed on Frankie’s face as he too broke out into a smile. His hand landed on Santiago’s shoulder as you also sighed in relief behind them. “Deal,” he said before the two friends embraced.

Santiago turned to you and took you up in his arms, hugging you tightly.

“I’m sorry I kept this from you, Santi,” you whispered to him as you hugged him back.

Breaking away from the hug, he kept his hands on your forearms, “I get why you didn’t,” he said softly, “I can be a little much when it comes to my family.” He turned between you and Frankie, “How about we celebrate? Drinks are on me.”

“Do I have to make them?” you teased.

He rises and makes his way to the kitchen, filling the tea kettle and placing it on the stove top. Grabbing two mugs, he casts a glance over his shoulder at you, frowning at your body language. You look defeated.

Carmy steeps two cups of tea, placing one of them carefully into your waiting hands. He resumes his seat on the sofa, pressing his thigh against yours and turning to face you.

"You wanna talk about it?"

You think for a moment before replying.

"You're gonna laugh at me."

His face instantly crumples, confusion written all over it.

"I'll never laugh at you. I'll laugh with you, sure. But never at you."

He nudges your shoulder with his, urging you to go on.

"Okay, fine. The actual date was pretty good. He took me to that Italian place downtown-"

"Dolce Vita? Did you get the truffle pasta I told you about?" Carmy interrupts you before you can continue.

"Yes, oh my God. It was incredible. Do you think you can recreate it sometime?"

"Fuck yeah. They're pretty secretive with their recipes, but I think I can figure it out. You can help me if you want - I'm gonna need a sous chef."

He pulls a reluctant laugh from you, the sound echoing off the ceramic of your mugs. You both know that being the sous chef involves you sitting on the counter drinking wine while Carmy does all the work.

"Of course. I'll always be your sous chef."

"I'll hold you to that."

You smile at him gently, a little taken aback by the sincerity in his voice.

"Anyway. The dinner went great. He seemed super interested in me, asked me questions, told me about his job, his hobbies, his dog. He was hot, and good to talk to. I thought I'd hit the jackpot."

"And then?"

"And then we went back to his apartment. And it all went to shit."

He chuckles, blue eyes glinting in the moonlight.

"Tell me more."

"You really want to hear about all of this?"

It's not like you and Carmy aren't close. You absolutely are. It's just that there's always been this unspoken connection between the two of you. A bubbling, fiery attraction that you both shut down repeatedly, screwing the lid on tight whenever it rears its head. So, you tend to avoid talking to Carmy about dating. You're scared you'll accidentally blurt out the truth - you compare every single date to him.

"Of course I do."

His answer is so genuine it makes you ache. You continue, hesitantly.

"Well... things got a little... heavy. He wasn't a bad kisser, I guess... he just wasn't... a good one? He kept biting my lip super hard and it kinda hurt. Then he pulled my clothes off like a high schooler, and he's on top of me, and I'm waiting for him to sort of... do... anything? And then he's finished. Like, completely done. And then he has the nerve to ask me if I finished."

Carmy's mouth has fallen open, shock etched across his face. After a long, heavy pause, he speaks.

"What the fuck?"

You look at him for moment, before bursting into contagious laughter. He joins you, both of you with your heads thrown back, giggles reverberating around the lowlit room.

"I mean, seriously," he pants, still laughing. "What the fuck?"

"I didn't even answer him. I just put my clothes on, grabbed my bag and left without saying a word."

Every time you try to stifle your laughter, a giggle escapes. The situation wasn't funny at the time, but looking back, it's hilarious.

All of a sudden, you both go silent. You're deep in thought, reflecting on the seemingly never ending stream of bad dates that you've endured. Carmy is watching you intently, ocean blue eyes glued to your face.

"Fuck," you breathe. "This is kinda pathetic."

Carmy inhales deeply, and turns his body so it's facing yours on the couch.

"The way I see it," he begins, "you have two options."

You quirk a brow in confusion and stay quiet, waiting for him to explain.

"You can sit here feeling sorry for yourself, or, you can let me fuck you the way you deserve."

Your mouth falls open in shock at the exact same moment your brain seems to shut down. You can't think. You can't process his words. All you can focus on is the way he's staring at you. You suddenly feel hot under his gaze, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. A shiver runs down your spine, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"Wh-... what?" you choke out.

"You heard me, honey. You can wallow in your little pity party, or you can let me show you what it's like to be with someone who can actually make you come. Your choice."

His voice has dropped an octave lower than usual, the tone warm and honeyed. He's still staring at you, blue gaze unrelenting.

"Is this gonna fuck everything up between us?" you whisper hesitantly.

Carmy reaches out and places a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb stroking careful circles into your skin.

"I don't think anything can fuck up what we have," he murmurs. "You're the only thing in my life that makes sense."

His confession seems to sober you up, the honesty in his words snapping you back to your senses.

"Okay."

He almost does a double take at the sureness in your voice.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Put your money where your mouth is, Carmen."

"There she is," he chuckles. "You scared me when you went quiet for a second there."

"Well, if what you say is true, you're not gonna be able to shut me up for the night."

He laughs darkly, and slides closer to you slightly.

"Oh, honey. You're gonna wish you hadn't said that."

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, tracing the journey of your neck with his fingertips. He rests his hand lightly at the base of your throat, the heavy weight of it making you pant.

"If there's any point where you don't like something, or you want me to slow down, just say so. Okay?"

You nod your head, entranced by the sudden dominance he's displaying. You've never seen this side of him before. You can't believe he's been hiding it this whole time.

"Words, pretty. Need to hear you say it."

"Yes. I understand. I'll tell you, I promise."

He doesn't say anything in reply, just smirks. He lets you sit in the silence for a moment too long, the anticipation slowly killing you.

"Please, Carmen," you breathe. "Please."

"Fuck," he groans, shuffling closer to you. "You sound so pretty when you beg."

Carmy leans in and kisses your cheek gently, testing the waters. He presses a kiss to your other cheek, and pulls back to watch for your reaction. When he's happy, he tilts forward and leaves a careful kiss on your chin, then your forehead, then both of your closed eyes, before kissing you on the side of your mouth. His closeness makes you whine, desperate for him to give you what you want.

Finally, he connects his lips to yours, starting off slow and tender. When you tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and try to pull him even closer, his resolve snaps. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You clamber over him and climb into his lap, straddling his hips and pressing yourself into his body.

Carmy can't decide where to put his hands. He's grabbing at your waist, running his fingers up your back, pulling you into him by your ass. You're both groaning into each others mouths, enraptured by the other person and the all consuming way they kiss.

"Can I take this off?" he asks lowly, pulling at the hem of your dress.

Instead of answering, you pull it over your head, throwing it onto the floor in front of you.

"Fuck," he murmurs. "Most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

His hands are roaming all of your exposed skin, as if he can't get enough. He's terrified he won't ever get to see you like this again, so he's not going to waste a second.

You grind your hips down into his, eliciting a groan from the both of you. His hands tighten their grip on your waist, as he leans up to press open mouthed kisses to your jaw. Your fingers fly to the hem of his t shirt, pulling it off swiftly. You manage to shove his jeans down and off, before attempting to pull off his underwear. Carmy stops you in your tracks.

"Nuh uh," he tuts. "This is about you. Not me."

He pulls you off his lap gently and shuffles so his back is resting against the couch cushions. He spreads his legs wide, and gestures for you to sit between them. When you don't move, he looks at you carefully.

"Give me a color, pretty girl."

You take a deep breath, and smile at him softly.

"Green, Carmen. Promise."

You manoeuvre sideways, so you can place yourself with your back to his chest. He wraps his arms around you for a moment and holds you tightly, as if he's scared you'll disappear any second. You relax into his embrace, all the tension leaving your body. You have nothing to worry about. It's just you and Carmen, in the place you call home.

You drop your head back into Carmy's shoulder, and allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of his hands on your skin. He's begun tracing patterns down your arms, your sides, your stomach, until he reaches your underwear. He plays with the band, dipping his finger underneath in a feather light touch. Goose bumps rise across your body and you shiver, practically vibrating with need.

"Carmen," you whisper. "Don't tease."

"But that's half the fun," he murmurs into your ear, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You can picture it perfectly, too. The way his eyes crinkle, the way his mouth curves, the way he bites his lip to stifle it. The image in your mind makes you melt into him further. You want to be as close to him as you physically can be. You'd completely disappear into him if you could.

He brings you back to reality by cupping you over your underwear, groaning when he feels the saturated material.

"Oh, pretty girl. Is this all for me? Fuck."

Suddenly, his game of teasing has lost all its fun. Carmy twists his fingers into your underwear and pulls them off in one swift movement, throwing them in the general direction of your dress on the floor. He places a hand on each of your thighs and spreads them apart, hooking them over his legs.

Carmy starts off slow, careful. He caresses over your skin, gentle and almost apprehensive. When he gets to your core, he swipes a finger through, testing the waters. When you buck your hips into his hand, he knows you're both on the same page.

"Just relax, okay? Gonna make you feel good."

His deep, smooth, whiskey like voice is doing nothing to help the heat bubbling in your stomach. You only whine in response, wiggling your hips to urge him to keep going.

Carmy throws one arm around your stomach, keeping you plastered to his body. You can feel him hot and hard against your back, and you so desperately want to feel him that your mouth is watering. You grind back into him, and he reads your mind.

"Not yet," he whispers. "This is about you, remember? Need to show you what you've been missing."

With that, he circles your clit with two fingers, slowly but surely. He revels in the noises you elicit. They're making him dizzy, disorientated. He never thought he'd be the one to pull a sound like that from you. He's quite convinced he's dreaming.

"Let me hear you. Don't hold back on me, okay?"

You nod your head frantically, willing to give him whatever he asks if you get what you want.

Carmy slips a finger into you slowly, moaning under his breath at your warmth. When he thinks you're ready, he adds a second finger, and sets a steady rhythm, trying to figure out what you like.

After he's set his pace, he starts to curl his fingers on the up stroke, grinning to himself when he finds the spot.

"Yeah? Right there? That's it, isn't it?"

You're nodding and shaking and pawing at his forearms, trying to tether yourself to reality in any way you can. You think you might be floating, on cloud 9, in some sort of euphoric trance. You can't believe no one's ever made you feel like this before. You're convinced no one ever will again.

Carmy quickens his pace and basks in the glory of your moans. He thinks this might be the most beautiful you've ever looked, spread out completely for him. Every inch of your skin is touching his, and it makes his heart skip a beat for a second.

He presses a kiss into your hair and keeps his mouth there, murmuring honeyed praises into your ear.

"Doin' so good for me."

"You got it, honey, that's it."

"Atta girl. Keep going. Almost there."

"You look so fuckin' pretty like this. Fuck. Gonna be thinking about this forever."

"I'll ruin you, baby. Nothing's ever gonna compare to this, to what we have."

All you can do is moan in response, his filthy words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You're almost there, but something is stopping you. You whine in frustration, tears welling in your eyes. Carmy feels the tension suddenly grasp your muscles, and leans down to mutter to you softly.

"What is it, sweet girl? What do you need? Just tell me. Anything, and I'll give it to you."

You're not sure how much you trust your voice right now, so you decide to show him instead. You take the hand that he's using to hold you to him and move it up your body until it's resting against your throat. You tighten your fingers around his, and moan in response to the pressure.

"Oh, baby," he coos. "Filthy fuckin' girl. Here I thought you were so innocent, and this whole time you wanted to be choked like a whore?"

The way he degrades you so lovingly makes you mewl. You'd never ever trust anyone else to speak to you this way in such an intimate moment - but with Carmen, there's no hesitation. You know he's just telling you what you need to hear in the heat of the moment. And you love him for it.

"Fuck, Carmen," you manage to choke out. "Keep going. Don't stop, please."

"I'll do anything you want if you keep saying my name like that," he whispers.

"Carmen," you moan in response. "Carmy Carmy Carmy Carmy Carmy."

You're chanting his name like a prayer. He's rutting into your back, hips grinding and circling in time with his fingers that are maintaining their steady rhythm. His fingers tighten around your throat as he crooks his digits just right, and the result is a devastating moan from you that Carmy wishes to have on repeat for the rest of his life.

"So close," you whisper hoarsely. "Harder."

Carmy uses his thumb to circle your clit with one hand, other hand pulling you by your neck back into him tightly. He grinds his hips dirtily into you, and the feeling of him so silky and warm against you is what sends you over the edge. The corners of your vision go white as you arch into him, head thrown backwards into his chest. The sounds you're making are so melodic, so borderline angelic that Carmy almost cries. Heaven, he thinks. This is salvation.

Carmy finishes with you, climaxing onto the soft skin of your back. You both relax simultaneously, chests heaving and panting. He removes his fingers gently and wraps both arms around you, pulling you into him tightly despite the mess. He reaches to brush the hair out of your face, and the gesture is so tender it makes your lip quiver.

"Thank you," you whisper after what feels like hours of comfortable silence.

"Sorry I called you a whore," he murmurs back.

You let out a surprised laugh, vibrating with amusement in his arms.

"I know you didn't mean it."

"I mean I did give you the best orgasm of your life, so... call it even?"

"You're forgiven," you chuckle. "Completely forgiven."

You trace gentle patterns over his forearms with your fingertips, following the black ink of his tattoos. He sighs in contentment and places a kiss into your hair, relaxing further into the couch.

You sit together like that for a while, neither of you too concerned with the time. It's not often you see Carmy so relaxed, so serene. You're enjoying it for as long as you can.

"We should clean up," he says quietly, eventually. "Sorry about the mess."

"It's okay. Worth it," you tease, pinching his thigh. He pinches your side in retaliation, which makes you jump.

"Come on, trouble."

He stands from the couch, never letting go of the grip he has on you. You have no choice but to stand with him, yelping as he half carries you through the apartment towards the shower.

The sounds of both of your laughter bounce off of the abandoned mugs of tea still sat on the coffee table, melodic and joyous. The moonlight seeps through the windows, illuminating the beginning of something special in the living room of your shared apartment.

Frank Castle’s low rumble of a laugh went right to your cunt, just like it always did.

“You know I like it when you’re just in your sweats like this,” you purred as you straddled his hips.

“I know, baby,” he rested his hands on your hips as he looked at you with pure admiration, “Welcome home,” he added with a smirk.

“What a welcome it is,” you whispered before you closed the gap between your faces in a heated kiss. You rocked your hips against his as you quickly deepened the kiss.

You moaned into Frank’s mouth as you felt his hands roam up and down your back, caressing your body with his big hands. Your own hands ran across his chest, and you smiled against his lips when you felt his groan underneath you.

“Shit baby,” Frank hissed as you squeezed his pecs with both hands.

His cock twitched under your hips as you kneaded his chest while you kissed your way down his neck. You bit down harder as you tightened your fingers around his pecs at the same time, savoring the way the mighty and strong Frank Castle melted underneath your touch. Rocking your hips against his cock at the same time, you brushed your thumb across his nipples.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he dropped his head back.

“You like that… baby?” you murmured.

“Fuck yeah,” Frank groaned.

“Me too.”

You kissed your way down his chest, adjusting yourself in his lap to reach his pecs. You nibbled your way along the prominent muscle there, making sure to suck little marks in his skin as you did so. Frank moaned your name as you paid extra attention to his chest.

But the sound he let out when you wrapped your lips around his nipple almost made you cum then and there. Frank groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you ran your tongue along his nipple, flicking it hard a few times before you sucked again. You sucked hard, taking as much of his pec in your mouth as you could.

Teeth grazed along the now overly sensitive skin, teasing him. You smiled against his skin, enjoying this just as much as Frank was. Starting again, you licked his nipple a few times before you bit down harder.

“Shit baby,” Frank sighed as one hard made its way up to rest on the back of your head.

You giggled as you kissed your way across Frank’s chest to give the other pec the same treatment. You kneaded the one you just worked on with your hand while you nibbled on the muscle. This time, though, you were rougher, more determined to mark him as much as you could.

Sucking hard, you broke away from his skin with a loud pop to admire your work. A bright red spot right on the belly of his pec muscle shined at you. And it only spurred you on more. WIth a moan, you dove back into Frank’s chest, lickign and sucking and biting your way along the muscle.

“Fuck,” Frank groaned as his cock strained in his sweatpants.

You responded by rocking yourself against him, but you didn’t break away. Not when you wanted to worship him more. Nibbling your way to his nipple, you hummed against Frank's skin. And when you finally reached it after all the teasing, he let out another low groan.

A moan of your own escaped your lips as you rocked against him more while your tongue flicked across Frank’s nipple. You squeezed his other pec harder as you grazed your teeth across the bud. All Frank could do was sit there as you had your way with him, and he loved it.

“Baby,” he murmured in that low tone that made your pussy clench, “If you keep this up,” he hissed as you didn’t stop working his chest, “I might… Ahh… I’m gonna fucking cum in my pants.”

It was the first time anything like this happened to Frank. And it was fucking incredible. A younger Frank would have flipped you over and fucked you on the couch, needing to cum inside you. But this… this was new, this was different. This was just as intimate as fucking you, or eating you out, or being in your mouth. This was you worshiping his body in a way no one ever did before. It was something uniquely you, and it made it all the more special.

“Frank…” you hummed against his skin, “I don’t wanna stop. I wanna make you cum like this.”

“Shit baby,” Frank hissed, “Fucking do it,” he growled, “But only if you cum too.”

You moaned against his skin as you rocked your hips against his length faster. Heat rose in the room as you and Frank rutted against each other on the couch, your lips still wrapped around his nipple and your hands kneading his pecs.

Without warning, Frank groaned your name as his climax hit. His mouth hung open as a string of curses and praises flowed from his mouth as he soaked his sweatpants… and your pussy through him. You kept going, licking and sucking at his chest while you rocked against him faster, desperately chasing your own climax.

You only broke away from Frank’s skin when your own peak hit, and the familiar tingles ran up your spine as your clit rubbed against his body over and over again. You leaned back to let out a loud moan as you rode him on the couch, pulling every ounce of orgasm from both your bodies until you were spent.

Collapsing forward, you panted heavily as you rested your head on Frank’s shoulder, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“Fuck,” Frank sighed, “Baby, that was so fuckin’ hot.”

“Mmm,” you hummed contently, not wanting to leave his arms.

Vaguely, you were aware of Bishop's heavy gaze on you, but you were too focused on your shot to put your full attention to. You cursed under your breath when you missed your next shot, but when you turned to him next to you, your heart pounded in your chest. Sweat lined your brow, and it wasn’t just from the heat inside the space.

Bishop eyed you up and down with a smirk on his face, “Baby you’re so fuckin’ sexy when you care about a stupid game of pool like that,” his tone was low as he sauntered towards you, closing the space between your bodies and settling slightly behind you.

“Bish,” you couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped your lips as he caressed your hips and pressed his body against yours. But, as he grasped your ass, giving it a little smack, you let out a low moan that would have caught the attention of anyone nearby if it weren’t for a roar of laughter that erupted at the same time.

“I bet I could fuck you with my fucking fingers right here and no one would notice,” Bishop groaned into your ear as he nibbled on your neck and a hand dripped under the hem of your shorts.

“You what?!” you were caught off guard by his words. But, as he tickled your pussy every so slightly, you found any care you might have had vanished.

“Do you want me to, baby?” Bishop purred, “You want me to fuck you with my fingers right here? Let anyone who might notice see you cum on my fuckin’ fingers?”

If you said the word, Bishop would pull away, albeit he would definitely take you into a closet or bathroom and fuck you in private instead. You felt his hardening cock against your thigh and you let out another moan. The room spun as you thought it over, “I want you to,” you finally whispered as you turned your head and kissed him deeply.

“Let me hear you say it, sweetheart,” he murmured as he bucked his hips against your body and sank his hand lower into your shorts, feeling the warmth of your cunt under his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers… Right here,” your tone was low and sultry and dripped with need, “And let anyone watch as you make me cum.”

“That’s my girl,” Bishop growled as he suddenly dove two fingers into your pussy.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion and lurched forward to grab onto the pool table for balance. Bishop stayed close, using his body to support you from behind as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “Fuck baby… So wet for me.”

All you could do was moan as your body quickly warmed from his touch. 

Bishop wrapped his other arm around your body and cupped at your breast through your shirt, rubbing at your nipple through the fabric, “Does it turn you on, sweetheart?” he asked in a deep voice, “That anyone could look over and see you like this?”

“Y-yes,” you admitted in a whisper.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, “Anyone could look over here and see how fucking sexy you look like this,” he thrust his fingers more roughly into you, hitting spots deep inside you, “But they can only see your face, baby… This fucking pussy,” he gave another harsh thrust, “Is mine.”

“Yours,” you moaned as you saw stars. You gripped the table so hard you almost felt like it could break under your grasp, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything else other than how good Bishop fucked you with his fingers, and how much you craved your release.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop praised as his rubbed your clit with his thumb, “So fuckin’ good taking my fingers right here in the fucking clubhouse.”

“Bish…”

Suddenly he froze. When you let out a whine, he murmured your name, “Looks like we caught someone’s attention, baby.”

You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them, noticing a prospect from the other chapter across the room. His eyes bore into you and his thoughts were easy to read from the look on his face. His jaw clenched and he had a grip on his beer bottle so tight that he might shatter at any second.

“Why don’t we give him a show?” you purred as you turned and gave Bishop a heated kiss.

“I fucking love you, baby,” Bishop chased your lips when you broke away and kissed you once more before he started thrusting his fingers into you once more.

You moaned loudly against his lips as you rested your head on his shoulder, surrendering yourself to the Mayan completely. Your mind swam as you felt your orgasm quickly build from Bishop hitting your sweet spot over and over again while his thumb grazed your clit.

“He can watch, baby,” Bishop growled as he picked up his pace, “But he can’t have you,” his tone dropped as his grip on you tightened, “You’re fucking mine.”

“Yours… Yes… Fuck…”

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum for me,” Bishop groaned as he felt your inner muscles clench around his fingers, “Show that fucking prospect what he can’t have.”

With that, you came hard with a scream. Your entire body trembled as you fought to keep yourself upright against the pool table, and you felt yourself gush onto Bishop’s fingers. He talked you through your climax, mumbling praises and curses in your ear as you rode out your high on his fingers.

The only reason no one else noticed was because the prospect snapped his beer bottle in his head the moment you screamed, and everyone else was too busy watching him to notice what you and Bishop were up to on the other side of the room. Some of the others cursed and berated the prospect, but a fierce look from Bishop kept him quiet about why he suddenly caused a scene.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop cooed your ear in a softer tone as he pulled out of you, “So fucking sexy,” he added as he turned you to face him and made you watch as he licked his fingers clean, “And delicious too.”

“Bish!” you playfully chastised him with a light smack on his shoulder as your face felt hot, “That was really hot, though,” you admitted as you shimmied your shoulders softly and placed your hands on his chest, “How about I return the favor?” your tone dropped as you slowly sank to your knees, “Right fucking here.”