Jo gets thrown against the wall with force, and she can't help but feel absolutely excited. The way he looks at her… vicious and predatory. The same look like the one he wore while he was mercilessly stabbing her the other day.
He keeps teasing her. Gentle touches, tiny kisses. A vice grip around her throat, and another forceful blow against the wall. She knew Frank would be able to deliver.
Jo grabs his face and pulls him closer, then feels his warm, wet muscle brushing against her lips.
He enters her mouth quickly with a content hum, swirling his tongue around hers with hungry desire. He tastes like cigarettes and stale beer. The bitter tang overwhelms her senses, drawing up memories of happier times, now long forgotten in the fog. Late nights out, undergrad house parties, and trips to the lake on hot August weekends. They are all flooding back on the tip of Frank's tongue.
His fingers went back to her face and lightly tremble against her cheek. Is he nervous? No. He's not the type. He's trying to control himself. Frank is known for doing everything fast and rough. It must be taking all his strength to go slow and not tear her apart right there and then. He wants to take his time, and it must be driving him crazy.
Eager lips move down to her neck, plastering firm kisses to her jawline. His teeth scrape at the sensitive flesh of her throat, that of which just a few days ago he had torn in a fit of merciless rage. The hands that had so roughly held her down and drained her life are now gently caressing her body as if she was made of glass.
His mouth makes his way back to hers like a diver coming up for air. A life source. His teeth tug on her bottom lip as his hand wanders to cup her breast. Each new move is hesitant, fearing she'd reject his advances - push him away. She doesn't. Instead, Jo buries her hands in his dark brown hair, pulling him even closer to her body like she's trying to merge with him. It only works to spur him on further, causing the girl to gasp. His other hand strays down, hooking itself under her thigh and pulling her up to carry her back over to the couch, where Jo straddles his lap once again. Before she even has time to process, her shirt is on the floor. His eyes devour her, pupils blown with lust as they trail her body. Skilled fingers running up and down her sides, dipping along the path of curves as they go. Large palms splay out against her stomach, dragging them down until only his fingertips lightly graze her skin. The warmth of his hands on her feels intoxicating. A feeling she didn't even know she's been missing. Jo wants to melt into a puddle in his arms.
Her head rolls back with a content sigh as his mouth meets her skin again, sucking tiny bruises along her chest. "Frank…" It sounds guttural and dirty.
She breathes a quiet moan as a sharp bite leads her to buck her hips against his. The boy hums at the sudden friction, and her fingers tangle in his hair to pull him in for another sloppy kiss while rolling her hips, causing him to let out a shaking breath. A thick bulge already pressing eagerly against her inner thigh as he searches for more stimulation.
"Fuck… I'm sorry." He mutters against her lips. Jo doesn't even know what he is apologizing for anymore.
For stabbing her? For kissing her? Because he is hard?
Maybe he doesn't even know.
"Shut up." She cuts him off with another kiss - her mouth practically starving for his, but no kiss seems to be deep enough to satisfy the raging lust within her.
The breathing between the two of them becomes heavy, sprinkled with moans and whispered mantras of praise. His hands groping feverishly at various parts of her body while Jo keeps grinding her hips, making sure each movement presses against him in just the right way. She tugs at the zipper of his jacket, pulling it down with a satisfying buzz. He shrugs it off onto the cushions behind him before practically tearing the remaining black t-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.
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