Hearts on Fire 5: Loving Frankie(31)
“Not broken. Only bruised. Everything is fine, Frankie.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and held his gaze. He used the grip on her ass to pull her closer. She placed her hands on his shoulders to be sure she wouldn’t press against his ribs.
“Mike, your ribs,” she scolded.
“Kiss me, Francesca. Now,” he ordered.
Frankie held his gaze. She saw the desire, the need in his gorgeous brown eyes, and she kissed his lips softly. He plunged his tongue between her lips and pulled her tight against him. His hands explored her body over her skirt and T-shirt. He finally released her lips, and they were both panting.
“I missed you. I didn’t want to leave you this morning.”
“I missed you, too. I especially wish you hadn’t left me either. But then that grandmother and her grandchild might not have made it. I’m glad that you’re safe.”
He hugged her to him as Catalina came back into the room with discharge papers.
* * * *
Turbo headed back to work, Nate and Rye had to answer some phone calls, and Frankie helped Mike get undressed so he could shower.
Mike watched her and could feel her hands shaking. She was very upset about him getting hurt. He felt a mix of emotions. For one, he never really worried about getting injured on the job or off because he knew it was part of being a fireman. There had been plenty of times there was concern or each of them had gotten hurt. But having Frankie in their lives made things feel different. He was more worried about her, and today’s events had made him realize how much he already cared for her.
“I can do that,” he whispered as she undid the bandages and began to unwrap his ribs. She gently held his upper arm, and her dainty fingers against his muscles aroused him. He licked his lower lips and watched her.
“Let me, Mike. You need a shower. Then Nate can re-wrap these and you can get some rest.”
She finished removing the bandages, and as his purple and reddened skin appeared, she bit her lower lip and looked so sad.
He caressed under her hair and against her neck and head, making her look at him.
“I’m okay, baby. Please stop worrying so much.”
She turned her head slightly, with tears in her eyes, and kissed the inside of his wrist. His cock hardened.
“I don’t like seeing you injured. I don’t like bruises.”
He stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “I don’t either,” he said and glanced toward her shoulder that the T-shirt covered.
“I’m fine. This is more serious.”
“Not from my perspective. You deserve pampering and gentleness, not to be shoved against a mirror and wall.”
She held his gaze in silence then lowered, keeping her eyes glued to his as she bent down on one knee. She kissed his belly then along his ribs. His cock hardened, his body ached, and he hissed when she undid his pants and pushed them down. He stepped from his jeans and briefs as he ran his fingers through her hair.
She licked the tip of his cock, and he pulled back.
“Fuck, baby. I want to be so deep inside of you right now.”
“You can’t be. You’re hurt.”
“Fuck, I ain’t that hurt.”
He pulled her up, his hand under her hair gripping a handful, and he kissed her deeply. She kissed him back, and he felt hotter than the damn fire he’d been in today.
Their lips parted, and he reached for her top.
“Get undressed and come in the shower with me.”
“I want to, but...”
“I’m telling you to.”
He pushed her shirt up and over her head. Her large breasts overflowed from her bra. She was a damn pin-up model, and she belonged to him and his brothers.
She reached back to undo her skirt, and he unclipped her bra and cupped her breasts. He felt frantic. He flinched and gulped as he leaned forward to suckle her breast.
“Mike, please. I don’t want you feeling any pain.”
He pulled on her nipple, speaking to her with it between his teeth. “No pain. Only pleasure.”
He swirled his tongue around her areola then suckled more of her breast. She moaned and grabbed a hold of his cock, stroking it with her palm and fingers.
“Shower. Now,” he demanded and pulled back.
She looked incredible with her platinum-blonde hair cascading down over her breast. He reached in, turned on the shower, and tested the temperature. He reached for her hand. She looked so sweet, so young and petite. It aroused something carnal, possessive, and needy inside of him.
He pulled her in and under the spray of water from the multiple showerheads. They were surrounded by the vibrating rhythm.
Running his hands along her hips and ass, he pulled her closer and rubbed his cock against her belly and his chest against her ribs. “I love how you feel in my arms when you’re naked and pressed against me.”
He felt her hands massage his hips then go lower over his ass. He flexed.
“And I love how you feel, too. All muscle, so sexy and hard.”
“Hard for you, baby.” He cupped her cheeks, leaned down, and kissed her deeply. She covered his hands and pushed them away, and she kissed the inside of them as the water flowed around them. She was such an incredible sight.
Water dripped from her hardened nipples, and her beautiful platinum-blonde hair fell in wet, long streaks over her shoulders. Her mesmerizing blue eyes sparkled with desire as she began lowering to her knees.
When her full lips parted and her tongue peeked out to swipe against the tip of his cock, he moaned.
“God, baby, you’re a seductress.”
“You bring it out in me.” She pulled his cock between her lips and suckled.
He wanted to come right there. To hear her words. For her to tell him he made her feel like a seductress and want to be one fed his ego immensely. He felt harder than a steel rod, and he prayed he could handle making love to her in this shower, but his fucking ribs were sore as hell.
She cupped his balls and massaged them in her palm as she stroked his cock with her mouth and tongue.
“Fuck, Frankie, you’re killing me. That feels so damn good. I want inside of you, woman. I want to get lost in that warm, tight pussy.”
She released his cock.
“On the bed, not here. You’ll hurt yourself worse.” She stood up, grabbed the soap, and made quick work with it. They didn’t say anything to one another as they shampooed, washed up, rinsed one another, and then turned off the water. She reached for the towel, handing him one first, and then she dried herself.
She shocked him again when she reached for his hand.
“Come on, Mike. I’m going to take care of you.”
He gulped down the lump of emotion that consumed him in that instant.
I love her. Holy fuck, I’m in love with Francesca.
He dropped his towel then shoved hers apart and away from her body when they made it to the bed. He kissed her deeply, and she pulled back.
“Let me.” She gently pressed her palm against his belly.
He let her run the show. It was out of his control. At least for tonight.
She spread his thighs and ran those sexy, dainty hands of hers up and down the inside of his groin. The tips of her fingers teased his cock and balls. It was torture, but he was enjoying it.
“Frankie, I need you.”
She licked his cock and began to suck on him again. His cock grew harder and thicker. He gripped her hair.
He held her gaze. “Get up here,” he said, voice shaking because he felt so hungry for her.
She slowly released his cock, and her striking blue eyes locked onto his as she eased her way up his body.
“Any pain?” she whispered.
He didn’t respond. She got the hint and slowly took his cock, aligned it with her cunt, and sank down on him.
He closed his eyes as he cupped her breasts and enjoyed the feeling of being so deep inside of Frankie.
“I love being inside of you.”
He opened his eyes. Her hair fell over her shoulders, and the wet tips tickled his pectoral muscles.
“I love the scent of you. The smell of your hair, your perfume, your sexy, wet pussy.”
“Oh God, Mike.” She began to ride him faster. She rocked on top of him, fucking him, milking his cock. He pulled on her nipples, massaged her breasts, and then counterthrust up against her.
“Oh. Be careful,” she reprimanded him, and he clenched his teeth and thrust upward hard and fast when she fell forward.
“I’m fine. You do it to me. I fucking love you. Every inch of you, Frankie.”
He pulled her down and kissed her. He rolled her to her back and fought the pain he felt in his ribs. They seemed numb against Frankie’s body and power over him. He rocked into her as he kissed her and shoved his cock as deep as he could get into her. He released her lips, and she screamed out her release, and he followed, grunting, panting, and then lying over her.
“Oh God, Mike.” She cupped his cheeks. She had tears in her eyes. “I love you, too.”
He smiled then rolled off of her and to his side. Then the pain kicked in.
* * * *
Frankie kissed along Mike’s chest. She used her mouth to explore his tattoos. The floral-like pattern encased in fire, the firefighter’s helmet, a date eleven years ago, and an American flag with another date and the word, “brothers.” She paused as she realized she had seen the same tattoos on Nate, Rye, and Turbo, too. At first she had seen only the flags. Her focus was on their bodies and, of course, how they made her feel. She lost all focus when they touched her, made love to her, and had her screaming in ecstasy.