down bad for a man named frank

they swing into his entryway and mel is panting, sighing, moaning into his mouth. he swears he can hear the blood rush in his ears.

hands are everywhere. on his nape where she’s grasping at his hair. on her ribs as he feels the weight of her tits in his palms.

he starts kissing her neck and making his way down her body. her neck is flushed and her skirt has officially ridden up as her one of her legs hooks around his back. frank can see her panties are soaked and takes a moment to steady himself until he hears a breathy, “more. please.”

his mind goes blank and he feels feral. mel king asked him for more? well, he’s always been an overachiever.

he slowly gets on his knees, her leg now hooked on his shoulder and his thumb gently teasing the dampness as he gets close enough to pull her panties down with his teeth.

could be her getting hurt and for him to frantically rush over to embrace her while whispering “Melissa King, thank god you’re okay” into her hair.

frank, of course, offers his new apartment that’s both near the hospital and has more than enough space for him alone already.

what he doesn’t expect is the absolute rush he feels shoot into his cock knowing she’s in his shower, just on the the side of the door, and she’s going to smell like him when she comes out. he takes a deep breath and presses his forehead against the door before clearing his throat and letting her know he’s left a towel outside the door and that he’ll just be in the other room.

she eventually comes down to the kitchen to greet him. glasses on, hair wet and darkening the tank top where he’s actively trying to not look at her tits.

that night, after he insists she sleeps in his bed, he’s convinced he can hear her tossing and turning (because he is too). at first it’s rustling of the sheets but then he swears he hears her letting out a long breath like she’s begrudgingly accepted something and catches a soft moan followed by an immediate, still silence.

mel king probably has her hand in her panties. in his bed. frank realizes.

he instantly gets hard, holding his breath and freezing his body.

slowly, the sounds return. frank hears the sound of rubbing, the heavy breaths, and soft moans that escape from mel. she’s probably wet and dripping on his sheets and the thought of that makes him tighten a fist around his cock as he begins to stroke himself. the sounds from mel become more frantic and he can tell she’s close, bringing him closer too.

when she finally comes, he wonders how she likes it. does she prefer to be stretched out with fingers inside of her? how does she liked her clit sucked? would she like being teased until she had to beg?

frank imagines being the one to give it to her.

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