Chapter 74 Frank Was Discharge From The Hospital 2
NADIA
After picking Frank from the hospital, I took him to my house because he said he wanted to spend the night with me.
Since I was now his girlfriend, and certainly liked him too, I accepted.
When we entered my house and went to the living room, Frank started smiling.
"Why is he smiling? After all, it was here that Dean beat him almost to death." I thought, confused.
"What do you think about continuing where we left off?" he asked, as if he had erased the tragic event from his mind.
"Well, I think that..." I was going to deny it, but he seemed so happy with the idea and I gave in.
"Okay."
He approached me slowly, looking into my eyes, trailing his finger on my face in admiration, and kissed me passionately.
I didn't feel even one-third of what I felt when Dean kissed me, but I already knew that from the beginning.
That wasn't the point; the point was that I needed Frank to take this anguish off my chest.
Frank deepened the kiss and began to caress my body with his soft, demanding hands.
He squeezed my waist, my butt, and then my breasts.
I arched my back with a slight desire rising, but it was difficult for me to reach orgasm with so little.
Frank noticed my distress, grabbed me by the waist, and threw me onto the sofa.
The impact was strong, and I hit my head on the arm of the sofa.
It didn't hurt or anything, but I felt that Frank's rough manner was much more exciting than his affectionate one.
"I don't want you to be nice," I said, remembering the phrase Dean had said to me as he penetrated me forcefully and desperately.
"I'm not a nice guy, get used to it."
Just remembering the sensation I felt having him inside me that day made my excitement resurface.
Frank smiled, thinking that the moans I was letting out were due to the slow penetration he was giving me now, but I knew that wasn't the case.
Every movement Frank made on my body, I mentally compared to Dean's movements, and that was erasing any trace of desire I might have felt at that moment.
Dean was the god of sex compared to Frank, not because Frank was bad, but because Dean could give me new sensations with just one kiss.
"Stop it, Nadia!" my subconscious yelled, scolding me for not being able to stop thinking about that damned guy.
I shook my head, dismissing any new comparisons that might come to mind, and tried to focus on Frank's quick thrusts.
He was trying to be rough, and that was slowly turning me on, but not enough for me to orgasm.
I started to caress my clit to get more pleasure, but it didn't work as I expected, and Frank was already getting tense.
He was breathing heavily, and I knew he wanted to cum, so I did something I'd never done before: I faked an orgasm.
Ahhhh! - I screamed, making a whole scene of exhaustion, when Frank realized and surrendered to his own release.
Nadia! - He exclaimed, penetrating me once more and ejaculating inside me.
I was taking hormone injections and it didn't bother me, but Frank's eyes widened when he realized what he had done.
"It's okay," I said, stroking her face.
"I take precautions, and I don't have any STDs."
He smiled with relief and then gave me a quick kiss.
"I don't have any STDs either," he said, still inside me, with a satisfied smile.
I never thought I'd be able to fake an orgasm to please someone and that made me feel bad for deceiving him, but I didn't want to hurt his masculinity or his pride.
"That was incredible," he murmured, gazing at me with his emerald green eyes.
It was. - I lied, trying to force a genuine smile.
Then we hugged and fell asleep together on the couch, but to my surprise, in my dreams, there was only one man, Dean.
DEAN
I woke up with a terrible hangover, which made my head throb and my stomach churn.
And although my decaying body was crying out for help, my mind was clear and reminding me of my decision to go after Nadia.
I got out of bed feeling my body begging for rest, but I wouldn't grant it that request amidst my quest to win back the woman I fell in love with.
My legs moved slowly to the bathroom, and after taking a long, cold shower I felt refreshed.
So I left the bathroom feeling only a slight headache, but nothing an aspirin couldn't fix.
After changing my clothes and taking the aspirin, I went to the garage and got into my Mercedes.
I couldn't waste any more time, I needed to talk to Nadia...
NADIA
I was in the middle of an erotic dream involving Dean when my doorbell rang.
Frank wasn't bothered by the annoying noise and continued sleeping, but my light sleep made me get up and go to the door to curse the person who was ringing the damn doorbell.
I opened the door ready to be rude, when I saw who was standing in front of me.
"Dean?" I murmured, shocked.
"Hello Nadia," he said, giving an apologetic smile.
"What are you doing here?!" I asked, a little too loudly, because my indignation was at its peak.
He had no right to contact me; I had clearly stated that I wanted him out of my life.
"What the hell did I do to deserve this?" I thought, knowing that I was still weak when it came to Dean.
"I wanted to tell you something very important," he said, fixing his blue eyes on mine.
"I don't want to hear it," I replied, afraid he would say something that would make me change my mind.
Nadia, I am... - Just as he was about to finish the sentence, Frank appeared behind me, hugged my waist, and asked:
What's wrong, dear?