Nina swallowed.
“But if that's not what you want, you need to voice that now because I don't intend to stop once we get started.” I pulled my hand from her pants and placed her feet back on the ground. “So, Nina, what will it be? You decide.”
Nina looked embarrassed as she looked outside the alleyway and back at me. “I want to.”
I couldn't help the smile that pulled at my lips. I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me as we stepped out of the alleyway and headed toward my car across the street. Nina frowned. “What about my car?”
“We can grab it tomorrow. I'm not wasting any time.”
We got into the car, and I sat stiffly as I started the car. My cock was painful, and my mind was going through every image possible in my head. I wanted so badly to see what Nina looked like when I slid into her, what she would sound like when I was fucking her. I wanted to know what she would say when she came apart on my dick.
As I drove, I could see Nina adjusting herself in her seat. I quickly wondered if she was second-guessing this. She had stated it had been a while since she last had sex.
“Are you rethinking this?” I asked, unable to hide the frustration. I had been watching her walk around, shaking her ass for days now. I have been holding myself back for weeks, trying not to jump on her every chance I have had. I didn't think I could handle any other shower with my hand again when I knew she was sleeping in my bed.
She shook her head. “No, I'm just… wet.” I looked at her and realized she was squirming around. My mind traveled to when she got out of bed, and just a few moments ago. Neither time was she wearing underwear.
“Nina, are you not wearing any underwear?”
She blushed. “No, and I'm trying not to get anything on your seat in this skirt.”
I didn't think I wanted a woman more than I did at that moment. I smirked. “More of a reason for me to speed, it sounds like.”
Chapter 15 - Nina
I felt hot under Frank's gaze as he drove. My skirt was hiking up, and I was trying to keep it down. I chewed on my cheek, feeling hot all over. I felt my nipples were still hard and reached over, turning the AC on. I was hoping it would help, but it didn't. I still felt like I was on fire.
Frank was focused as he drove and sped. I felt eager, unable to hide that I was just as hungry for him as he seemed.
We parked in front of the house, and Frank got out quickly. He hurried and opened my door, pulling a hand down as he opened it. I took it, feeling his fingers tighten around mine.
We were practically running as we got inside. I didn't even get my shoes off before Frank turned me and pinned me against the wall. “Fuck, Nina. Do you ever wear underwear?”
I was a little embarrassed he figured that out. “I don't like panty lines.”
He smirked as he kissed me roughly, grabbing one of my legs and yanking it up. He ground against me, his hand quickly reaching through my waistband, sliding a finger deep into me.
I moaned softly, his finger moving quickly, sliding a second in. I panted, trying to bring in air, but I didn't seem to get enough. I felt hot all over, like I was going to explode. His other hand reached underneath my shirt, his hand working my nipples, tugging at them slightly.
“Frank, I…I..” I was so close to coming, and I was embarrassed. He'd hardly touched me, yet I felt it all over my body. I knew it was because it had been so long.
“I think you…” But before I could even get the words out, Frank thrust deeper into me, and I came hard. I clung to him as a wave crashed over me, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
Frank didn't stop, his teeth tugging at my lower lip as I moaned softly.
I sank against the wall, trying to pull air in, and I panted. I felt the wetness trail down my thigh, and my head spun.
Frank pulled his hand up, his fingers soaking wet with my juices. His smirk grew. “I'd say you're ready for me.” He pulled me up and turned us to the stairs. He carried me up, and I clung to him tightly. He went straight into his room, tossing me onto the bed.
Frank started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes on me as he did. I watched him undo each one, showing more and more of his skin. Frank had a hairy chest, and I reached up, running my fingers through it.
Frank smirked as he threw his shirt onto the ground, his hands unbuckling his belt. His belt was off seconds later. “Take off your shirt.”
I pulled at my shirt, tugging it free from my waistband. I undid a few buttons, and his eyes watched as I did each one. I pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside. I was wearing a white bra that unhooked in the front.
Frank rested his knee between my legs, tugging his zipper down. “And the bra.”
I swallowed as I unhooked the bra. The straps tumbled off my shoulder, and I watched Frank's eyes take in my breasts. Hunger formed in his eyes as his hands froze on his pants.
