Dirty Chai

Chapter 6: Scottish Lakes

Oliver woke up before Frankie. They had moved apart in the night but their legs were still touching. He decided to pull her into his arms once again. Her skin was cold, he pulled her closer to him and pulled the blankets up to their shoulders. He rested his eyes and inhaled deeply.

"Lover boy, are you smelling me?" Frankie asked, a smile growing on her face as she turned in his arms.

"No, I was just breathing." Oliver said knowing that his answer sounded like an excuse and not the truth. Heat grew in his cheeks as he looked down at her. Having shifted himself when she did.

"Mmmmmhm, right." She looked up at him. She was grinning.

"You want me to smell you? I'd rather taste you." He trailed his hand down her body under the blankets, cupping her breast. He looked her in the eyes as he lowered his mouth to her n****e. She moaned.

"I'd rather you taste something else." Frankie gasped as Oliver's teeth pinched her n****e. Her hand coming up along his arm across his shoulders and gripping his hair.

"I'll taste you all over Woman." Oliver growled out. Looking at her in her cerulean eyes. He kissed her softly, licking her lower lip he was granted access to her mouth plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth. She tasted like sleep and salt. Her other hand trailed lower and grasped his c**k in her strong yet delicate hands. Oliver growled again. He grew harder, and his hips nearly bucked into her grip. He moved to straddle her.

"You drive me crazy," Oliver whispered in her ear. He moved himself lower along her body, peppering kisses on his way to the mound between her legs. He lifted her thick thighs to his shoulders. Licking her slit then humming to himself. "You taste so good baby girl"

Her hand came to grip his hair again as she moaned, he had started to make circles around her bud. He took one of his fingers and slowly pushed it into her. She pulled his hair as she arched her back in approval of the action. So he put another one inside her, and sucked on her c**t.

"OLIVER!" She pushed his face into her and he sucked harder and found her g-spot with his fingers pumping her harder. "I'm cumming"

Her p***y clenched his fingers hard, and he could hardly move them as her orgasm took over. He came back to kiss her. He positioned his hard c**k at her entrance, her legs still on his shoulders. They both moaned as he slid into her.

"You fill me so good." Frankie moaned as he rocked in and out of her. He was watching her this time and he loved the way her face looked when she moaned. Her eyes would shut tight and her neck would arch up and her head would tilt back as her siren song echoed in his ears. He captured her lips with his, letting one of her legs fall to the bed. He kissed her deeply as he pounded into her.

"I'm cumming again," Frankie whispered in his ear. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck. His pace quickened and he angled his thrusts to hit her g-spot.

"Oh my God! Oh God! Oh fuuuuuck!" She cried out as her orgasm crashed into her p***y. Oliver never stopped thrusting into her, wanting to c*m with her and as her p***y clenched tightly on his c**k he too came. Deep inside her, as her p***y milked his c**k. He let out a loud groan of pleasure. He didn't want to immediately pull away or out of her, so he rested his weight on his forearm. His whole body was sizzling with electricity. He used his free hand to tuck some hair out of her face.

"That was so f*****g good." Frankie said, beaming up at him. He smirked in response before he leaned down and kissed her. Her p***y was still clenched tight on his softening c**k.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?"

"I gotta pull out now but you need to relax your p***y ok?"

"I didn't think I would care about the heads up so much until now" she said softly cupping his face, eyes full of emotion and closing her eyes her muscles relaxed for him. He pulled himself out and fell to the side of her.

"You're different." Oliver said softly, turning his head to look at her. His soft smile spread on his face. Her head turned towards him, her cheeks flushed.

"So are you." She said, gazing back at him. A soft smile on her lips too. A soft muffled vibrating sound buzzed on the room.

"OMG! Why does this always happen to us…" Frankie said as she sat up and started to look for the offending device. He joined in the search when It was found quickly. Where had he left this phone last night? The bathroom? He got up and searched the bathroom across the hall.

"I can't find it!" Frankie shouted.

"I think one of them is in the bathroom. Once we find one we can find the other." He was looking in the piles of clothes thrown on the ground. He found his phone in the pocket of his shorts from the night before, and called Frankie's cell. A song started playing.

Sylvia!?!

Yes Mickey?

How do you call your lover boy?

Come here, lover boy.

And if he doesn't answer?

Oh, lover boy!

And if he still doesn't answer?

I simply say…

Oliver grinned widely when he heard the song playing. He quickly found the device and walked into the bedroom letting it play out. But Frankie wasn't there, and neither was the blanket. Oliver went to the other side of the bed and saw Frankie was hiding under it. Letting out a laugh he ended the call and tossed both phones on the bed.

"What are you doing?" He said, bending down and tugging the blanket away. Her face was beet red and her hair filled with static. He laughed again at the sight.

"Dying of embarrassment." Frankie didn't meet his gaze but gave a weak smile.

"Don't." he whispered in her ear. "Are you working today? Do you want to get breakfast?"

"No, the shop is closed today. I would like to get breakfast, but I need to check on grandpa first. Would you care to go to the hospital first or is that too much?" Her gaze met his then and he was happy to see her face had gone from a beet red to a strawberry shade now.

"That's too much, it's ok we can go another time or just meet there in an hour. Or crap are you working today, probably huh. I'll-" Oliver kissed her, cutting her rambling off.

"I make my own hours. So I'm free and I can go to the hospital with you, it's not too much" He told her. The strawberry blush darked across her nose and cheeks. "You're cute when you ramble. We should probably shower though."

They got up from the floor and walked to the bathroom together. Frankie grabbed them both towels and washcloths as the water heated.

"The only man scented soap we have is Scottish lakes." She said, handing him a new bar of the green soap.

"Thanks." He kissed her on the forehead. They washed each other off, in comfortable silence. Stealing kisses from each other under the warm water.

"Are you ok Frankie?" Oliver asked. He was worried how she had been holding up. He knew taking care of someone was hard emotionally.

"Yeah….no. I don't know. It's weird. Grandpa is the only family I have left. My parents died in a car crash when I was like 5 and Grandpa took me in after that. I never knew my grandma had died of cancer before I was born. So it's weird that after he's gone I'll be all alone. I mean I'll have Liz and her mom and dad who I kinda adopted as my own over the years but it's not the same. Ya' know?"

"That's a valid reason to not feel ok. And it's ok to feel uncertain about things. Especially in a situation like yours. I think you are very strong and brave, taking care of your grandpa. It's one of the reasons I'm falling for you." They were both blushing at his admission of feelings.

"You hardly know me." She whispered. Bringing a hand to her wet lips.

"I know enough. Besides, it would have happened eventually."

"I feel whole when I'm with you."

"Me too." He kissed her then. Softly but passionately. He didn't have the energy for round 2. They needed to get to the hospital anyway, so he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers. Then kissed her forehead. "If you're done in here we should get going."