Chapter 31: Chapter Thirty-One

Gloria brushed herself off, held her chin high and walked past him toward the elevator. She waited for him to enter his codes and stepped inside without a word. Frankie calmly leaned back against the elevator wall, his eyes watching her. She could feel his gaze tracing along her dress, down her bare legs and back up over and over as if analyzing exactly what he was going to do to her.

Gloria, however, kept her eyes on the changing numbers above the elevator door. As they climbed, her nerves started to do the same. By the time they reached the fifties, her breath was coming in short halting gasps. At fifty-five, Frankie shoved off the wall. At sixty he stepped in front of her. At sixty-five he pressed his palm against her stomach and pushed her back against the wall. At sixty-eight, his control snapped.

Frankie hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted her up. The moment her lips were level with his, he took them. Gloria had no time to gasp, plead or beg. She could only try to keep up with his attack. His hands were everywhere, pulling at her clothes, tugging at her hair, maneuvering her head for better angles to devour her. His lips left hers to trail down her neck, setting her skin on fire.

“God, we should... we should come up with a safe word,” she urged, half joking and half dead serious while trying to regain her breath.

Frankie chuckled. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Isn’t it usually something stupid like… pineapple?” She was nervous. His grip was demanding. She was so inexperienced. What if he could tell?

Frankie’s teeth dug into her shoulder and her pussy clenched at the sensation. “I tell you what,” Frankie whispered against her skin. “How about… no… stop… don’t… net… not there… or any variation of those.”

The elevator dinged and rather than putting her down, he swiveled and carried her into the foyer. He rested her against the door as he fumbled for his keys. Gloria took the moment to run her hands through his hair. Her fingernails trailed along his neck and down his back making him groan and press his erection into her core. She dug her nails in as the pulse point there throbbed painfully for something to fill it. Frankie cursed as the code was rejected for the third time.

“Wishing you had one less lock?” Gloria teased.

Frankie’s eyes snapped to hers and she stifled a gasp at the endless black of his gaze. He smirked, rested his palm against the door by her head and leaned more fully into her. “You really want to test me right now?”

“No, I really want you to fuck me right now and you’re taking forever,” she griped.

His eyes widened a moment before she gripped his collar and brought his mouth to hers. Frankie groaned and she heard keys fall to the floor as his hands found her ass. He rocked his erection against hers, the friction sending her spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

“Frankie,” she pleaded breathlessly as the pleasure threatened to overtake her.

“Fuck, Vixen.”

He shifted and quickly entered another code. The light turned green. He shoved the door open and kicked the keys into the apartment. He stumbled forward until the wall across from the door caught them. His assault continued. His lips and hands touched every exposed portion of skin he could find. All around her though something echoed: the chirp of a security system.

“Frankie,” Gloria whispered, gasping as his hands pulled at the top of her dress and palmed her breasts through the fabric of her bra. The chirping grew faster. “Frankie!”

“God dammit, what have you done to me?” he ground out between his teeth.

Frankie dropped her. Her heels hit the floor with a crack and she pushed her palms against the wall at her back to keep from falling. Frankie stalked toward the door. He slung it shut and went to the security panel beside it. He typed in a code and the alarm beeped twice before it stopped. They were inside. They were secure. Now all there was to do was… Gloria let her head fall back as she waited for him to return to her. He kept his forehead pressed to the wall beside the security panel for a moment, his shoulders rising slow and deliberate as if he was mentally preparing himself.

Frankie turned and she nearly sank to the floor at the look of pure, unsated determination shining in his eyes. He raked his lip through his teeth and took a step. Gloria shivered as he grew closer. His right hand cupped her cheek while his left grazed her hip. His left hand skimmed down to her knee and pulled it upward. She locked her ankle around his hip as he lifted her. His nose skimmed her throat and inhaled. Goosebumps rose across her skin.

“Here or the bedroom?” he whispered, as his hands flexed against her legs now wrapped around his waist.

“Frankie, please,” she begged, rocking her hips against him.

“Here it is then,” Frankie agreed, locking his lips with hers again.

All sense of restraint left them both. Frankie held her up against the wall as they pulled at his shirt until it was over his head. Their multitasking skills were tested as they resumed kissing and tried to stay in their position while getting his pants down. Frankie pulled her dress up around her waist as his teeth sank into her bottom lip. Her panties came away with a snap that burned her skin. His middle finger traced through her heat and Gloria’s nails dug into his back at the sharp pinpoint of pleasure that shot through her.

“You’re fucking soaking,” he whispered in awe as he inserted a single finger into her core. Her hips bucked and automatically started moving with his finger as if she’d done it a hundred times before.

“Frankie…” she whined as her body continued to pulse and the want for something between her legs grew into a painful need.

“Fuck, hold on,” he hissed.

His hips pulled away from her and she whimpered as she tried to ride the friction of his finger. She could barely breathe. The heat inside her was building. The desire, need and want all mixed together until it was all she could comprehend. She felt… animal. Like it was her life’s purpose to have this man inside her. Like her body would combust if he didn’t take her and fill her with everything he had.

She reached up to grip the wall above her head as she fought to stay grounded. Frankie’s finger disappeared and she gasped at the loss. His hands came back, one on her ass and the other against the wall beside her head. She felt him then, all of him, as he pressed the tip of his cock at her entrance. Her pussy throbbed, the need unbearable. She was caught up in this, him, so much so that all rational thought had gone out the window the moment she’d stepped on that elevator. So much so that she forgot something incredibly important. Frankie grunted as he sliced into her with a single thrust.

The pain came. Brief. Sharp. Hot. It raced up her spine and surged through her nerves. Her nails dug in, a high whimper left her lips, her muscles tightened. Then it was gone. In its place stood the pulsing need again. She needed more. Her body ached for the bliss of being sated. She needed him to move. But he wasn’t. In fact Frankie Donati had gone completely rigid.

Gloria may have believed he’d turned to stone if it weren’t for his harsh breathing fanning her shoulder. Frankie pulled back, his eyes matte and full of anger.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked, his tone hard.

“Please, I need you to…”

“What the fuck was that, Gloria?”

“Nothing, just a little pinch.”

“A little pinch?” he repeated.

She shrugged.

“Were you…” He shut his eyes hard and she watched his nostrils flare wide. His eyes reopened, darker than she’d ever seen. “Are you a virgin?”

“No,” she said. It was technically not a lie… anymore.

Frankie stepped away, pulling out of her and letting her feet drop to the ground. Her body immediately ached for what he’d taken away. He looked down at the blood coating her thighs and growled.

“What the fuck, Gloria?!” Frankie bellowed.

“What?”

“You’re a fucking virgin!?” he yelled, raising his hand in disbelief.

She crossed her arms, trying and failing not to be offended. “Not anymore.”

“Why the fuck would you not tell me that?!”

“It’s not like it’s an easy thing to bring up organically! Your accent slips when you’re angry.’ ‘Really? It’s probably ‘cause I’m a virgin,’” she said, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.

Frankie was unimpressed. “You should have told me,” he said, his voice at least a decibel lower than earlier.

“Does it really matter?” she asked, her own tone rising around the inevitable sense of rejection.

“Yes!”

“Why?!”

Frankie placed his palm against her collarbone and pinned her against the wall. “Because your virginity is worth more than having it taken against a fucking wall!”

Both of their breathing synced in their unsteady rhythm. “Your first time should be a memory you cherish, one you can brag about while everyone else bitches how theirs was in the back of a car that smelled like piss and weed.” He shook his head in disbelief and glanced down at her attire. “Christ, your dress is bunched around your waist and I didn’t even take your fucking bra off!”

“Well that’s great,” Gloria said, shaking her head. “You’re right. This is so much better. When I think about my first time I’ll be able to look back fondly at how I’d been yelled at right after and left without an orgasm. Thanks.”

Frankie stepped back and guffawed. “That doesn’t count as your first time.”

Gloria mimicked his guffaw. “The blood on your dick would say otherwise.”

Frankie looked down at his semi-hard length. He rolled his eyes as he pulled the condom off and the evidence of her debauchery with it. When had he put a condom on?

“That was not your first time,” he argued defiantly, walking away toward the living room.