Page 79 of Give Me What You Will

“I just thought this way might be…” Sam hesitated. “Easier for you.”

“Easier?” Frankie’s eyes sharpened.

“It’s your first time doing this with—”

“You.”

“…a man,” he finished.

Frankie’s jaw twitched.

Sam sighed, “I can lie on my stomach or back.”

“I know how this works,” Frankie grunted, anger flaring unexpectedly on his face as he pushed him back down and forced him to face him. “When are you gonna get it through that thick fuckin’ skull of yours that I’m doing this with you. I want you, dammit. I wanna see you cum. I wanna see your face when I fuck you.”

He couldn’t hold back the gasp as Frankie slipped between his open legs, pushing them apart, invading the space and taking up so much room that Sam had to lift his hips to accommodate his size. “I want to see everything, baby. No more hiding.”

He let out a whoosh from his chest and roughly felt Frankie’s hands clasp his pecs, over his nipples and stomach, before reaching up to stroke the side of his face.

“Are you sure?” Sam breathed, flushing.

Frankie stared down at his reddening cheeks and smiled affectionately. “I’m sure.”

He sucked in a breath and exhaled.

“You’re beautiful.” Frankie dropped kisses along his neck and down his chest. “I thought so the first time I ever saw you.”

“You didn’t.”

He hummed, “I thought you were too handsome to be Papi’s grandkid. I never noticed freckles on a man until you. Or your stupid fuckin’ dimple.”

Sam laughed, relaxing. “I’ve always thought you were the handsome one. I always wanted to punch you in the face to bring you back down to the rest of us.”

Frankie’s teeth nipped over his nipple, and he squirmed.

“And you took that fuckin’ shot, didn’t ya?” Frankie sucked his nipple into his mouth, sending fireworks bursting into his bloodstream. “But that’s you, ain’t it, baby? Always takin’ the first shot, even when it scares you. Ever since—” he hesitated, eyes locked with his. “Ever since you kissed me at Papi’s service. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

“Because I surprised you,” he reasoned, refusing to let it be anything more, unsure he could bear it if it was more, only to have it taken from him.

Emotion passed over Frankie’s face and he nodded, “Yeah, a little bit of that, and… how you kissed me. No one kisses like you, Sam.”

All breath escaped his body.

Frankie’s cock was so hard, pressing against his as he shifted between them, tossing Sam’s leg over his hip, hand reaching between and…

He jerked, feeling Frankie’s calloused, rough hand palm his ass and bit his lower lip, eyes darkening as his fingers searched and found what he was looking for. Sam nearly wept at the sensation and suddenly realized that he’d never been with anyone as big as Frankie. He snatched the lube off the nightstand, squirting some on his fingers, and sliding it over his entrance, shivering as he realized Frankie was watching everything under hooded eyelids. He shoved Sam’s lubed fingers away, replacing them with his own, and he damn near shot off the bed as he knuckled the tight hole before fingering him.

“Frank…!”

Frankie stroked him a few times, swirling around the puckered hole, and then watched his hip muscles rear back, all tanned, hard skin and muscle proudly displayed before him as Frankie’s cock pressed against his entrance.

A moan, slow and primal, tore from his throat, while simultaneously, Frankie panted out a gasping whimper as he slowly inched forward, his thick head easing inside him.

Fuck. It was really happening.

And fuck! Sam had never felt so stretched in his entire life, and it…

“You okay?” Frank asked, hesitating.