The door opens, and Emilio steps through. I hand him the lace and he looks at it before he shoves it into his pocket.
“I hope you weren’t planning on getting those back,” he says.
“I’ll get them back.” I step forward and my hands find his belt. Unhooking it, I leave it dangling open as I go to work on his button and then his fly.
“Something you want, Frankie?” Emilio asks.
“I want you to pick me up, push me back against this door, and fuck me, Emilio. That’s what I want.”
“You know they say you should be careful what you wish for.” Emilio takes hold of the back of my neck. He spins me aroundand presses my front to the door. Using his feet, he kicks my legs apart. “Hold them there,” he says.
Then I feel his hands on my hips, tilting my ass towards him. Emilio lifts the fabric of my dress, revealing my naked pussy, which his fingers slide through. A pinch to my clit has me moaning and pushing against him.
“So fucking wet. How long have you been sitting in wet panties, Frankie?”
“Since you walked into the dining room at breakfast,” I admit.
“You were turned on at breakfast?” Emilio chuckles, and his fingers push inside me.
“I’m always turned on when I see you.”
“Fuck, I love this pussy,” he groans.
“Then hurry up and fuck it already before someone tries to come in here,” I tell him.
“Some things shouldn’t be rushed. Enjoying your cunt is one of those things.”
“You can take your time when we’re back home. Please, Emilio…” I’m not above begging at this point. I want to feel him inside me. I need to feel him inside me.
“You beg so pretty, Frankie,” he says as I feel him line the tip of his cock up with my entrance. I stand on my tiptoes, giving him better access as he slowly slides into me.
One of his hands comes around my front, wrapping around my throat, holding my body still as he starts fucking me. I close my eyes. My palms press against the door, and blissful pleasure washes over me with every thrust.
Chapter Fifteen
“You want to come in?” Frankie stands in her open doorway. I just slid her suitcase past her.
Fuck yes, I want to come in.I’m not going to, though.
“If I come in there, you’re not getting any sleep, Frankie. And you have classes in the morning,” I tell her. It’s late. We ended up taking a later flight back than I expected because I had shit to do.
“I can sleep when I’m dead,” Frankie jokes.
“You being dead isn’t funny.” I scowl. “Don’t joke about that.”
“Fine. I think you need to go and sleep. You’re grouchy.”
“I’m grouchy because I’m turning down coming into your bedroom and having my filthy way with you. Against everything that tells me I should do just that. Because I’m not going to be the reason you fail a class because you were too tired to focus.” Leaning forward, I kiss her, way too quickly, before stepping back. “Lock your door.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Emilio. I’m a grown-ass woman. I know I need to lock my door,” she snaps at me. And with that, her door is slammed in my face and I hear the lock turn.
Good to see some things don’t change. I chuckle to myself as I make my way to my own apartment.
It’s blatantly obvious the second I open the door that my apartment isn’t as empty as it should be. Someone is in here. Taking the gun from the holster at my chest, I quietly shut the door.
“You won’t need that, and you were too slow, Emilio. You would have been dead already,” my Aunt Lailani’s voice greets me through the darkness.
I flick the switch on the wall, illuminating the place. “Aunt Lailani, always a pleasure to find you lurking in the dark.”