Free Personal Assistant by Cara North Page B

he had to give. His hand found
the nape of her neck and pulled her closer, as his hips thrust up, short, quick,
restricted.
            He
guided her. “Tongue press, oh yeah, fuck, like that, don’t stop, God, please
don’t stop.”
            His
grip tightened, her hair pulled, her jaws ached from the extra effort, her lips
would be swollen, none of it mattered, all of it reminders of a time when she
was thoroughly fucked and had fucked another thoroughly. Delighted, it was
almost enough to set her over the edge of her own orgasm as he found his way to
his. He let go of her head and let out a groan of pure delight as he began to
spill into her. Unlike anything she had ever tasted, his sperm was not acidic
or sour. If she had to describe it, the texture seemed fluffy, like cotton
candy, melting smooth on her tongue just the same, almost tasteless. This
ensured she would be willing to do this again. She loved to give head to a
worthy man, a tasty cock. He seemed to be both. For now .
            Frankie
swallowed the last drops of his orgasm, taking everything, leaving nothing. She
pulled away from him and looked down at him. He was exhausted, a sheen of sweat
across his chest and brow. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths.
            “Get
some sleep,” Frankie said. She slid off the bed.
            “Where
are you going?” he asked. He turned his head to look at her but she doubted by
the way his legs still trembled he had any energy to stand.
            “To
get some sleep.” She smiled at him. He went to say something and she cut him
off. “I have to walk Ish shortly. I need to grab a
shower, and I need to sleep. I kissed it and made it better, right? Now go to
sleep or I won’t do it again.”
            “I
thought I was the boss around here,” he mumbled.
            “You
are. Just, not in the bedroom.” Frankie winked and appreciated the fact he
thought she didn’t hear that last comment. He winced when she called him on it.
            “Yes,
ma’am,” he said around a yawn.
            “Good
night, sir,” she said just to dig a little more.
            He
pulled at his blankets and settled under a sheet.
            Frankie
walked out of the room and closed the door. The moment he was no longer able to
see her she leaned against the wall and fought back the panic attack
threatening to collapse her. After several fortifying breaths she stood up and
walked to her room across the hall.
            In
the shower, Frankie thought about the first time she’d
 had sex with someone. Seventeen, both of them, her birthday the
day before his, they snuck out and drove to a secluded point and fucked under
the blanket of stars until they were stupid. It was her first real experience,
though since her freshman year she had taken Shay’s advice and started watching
porn. Frankie knew a lot about sex before having it. Her partner, DJ, was an
eager learner, attentive, insatiable. It took until her senior year in high
school for her body to bloom, for boys to notice her. Shay had already been
with three guys by then. Shay had taught her how to kiss, they practiced on
each other. Things got confusing between them but they turned it into a
personal joke to ease the tension of the sexual relationship that almost
happened.
            After
one night when the line was ready to be crossed and they decided not to, Shay
was determined to find Frankie a boyfriend, someone for her to play the game
with rather than just practice. DJ was on the football team. A shy guy, he
didn’t know what to do with aggressive girls. Once they fucked, it was all
over. Everywhere, every day they could, stolen moments in public places, the
back of a car, her bedroom, his, a closet, it didn’t matter. They graduated and
went off to two different colleges. They stole away every chance they could.
Trips home meant squeezing in every ounce of pleasure they could steal,