The Hardest Part Is Letting Go Of Your Dreams

The next few days pass awkwardly, Frank and I living together but not really speaking to each other. We are all in the living room watching tv together as a family before Ruby goes to bed and every time I glance over out of the corner of my eye I catch Frank staring at me. I don't turn my hear and call him out on it, deciding that it's awkward enough without this. Ruby lets out a huge yawn and snuggles further into my side and I pull her closer, letting her fall asleep on me before scooping her up and carrying her to bed. Once she's tucked in I go and get in the shower, letting the hot water wash over my tired aching body, sleeping on the couch doing nothing to help my back. Once I'm as relaxed as I figure I'm going to get I get out and dry off, pulling on pyjama pants but being a warmer night I decide to leave the shirt off. I dry my hair before leaving the bathroom, making my way back to the living room while running my fingers through my wet hair, settling myself on the couch again, almost ready for sleep. I hear a soft almost whine come from Frank and when I turn my head to see if he's ok his head quickly snaps around to stare at the tv, obvious that he'd been staring at me again. I shrug it off and return my gaze to the tv aswell but I catch him staring at me out of the corner of my eye again, a strange look on his face. I let out a sigh, feeling exhausted, before moving to lay down but once I'm on my back, about to pull the blanket over myself Frank stands from his chair and walks over to me, grabbing my wrist and stopping me from pulling up the blanket. "What..." Is all I get out before his lips are on mine, his body lowering down to lay over mine as his tongue swipe across my bottom lip. I brace my hands against his shoulders, pushing but he pulls away and stares into my eyes, nothing but lust in his and I find myself melting under his gaze. I lean up and reattach our lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth as my hands slide around to tangle in his hair as we make out, grinding our rapidly growing dicks against each other. Frank pulls back after a minute, kneeling over my legs and grabbing the waistband of my pants, hesitating for just a second before pulling them down and throwing them across the room as he stands and strips himself off, climbing back over me and kissing me again. He starts kissing down my neck, licking and sucking on the skin before letting out a small huff and climbing off again, guiding me off the couch and onto the floor so we have more room before sliding down and sinking his hot wet mouth over my dick. I buck up, chasing the heat as he gives me possibly the best blow job I've ever experienced, his hands guiding my legs further apart while he sucks and licks up and down my dick. He continues sucking while one of his hands slides back up my body, two of his fingers pressing at my lips and I suck them in, swirling my tongue around them and getting them wet before releasing them and after a few seconds I feel them slide inside me. I groan out at the feeling of him stretching me open before he pulls off my dick with a wet pop, pulling his fingers from me and gripping the back of my thighs, bending them up to my chest before lining up and sliding his way inside me. Once he's fully buried inside me and I've adjusted he starts a fast pace, fucking me into the floor while I moan like a whore, loving the feeling of being stretched around him. After we've both cum we lay on the floor side by side panting for breath before I drag myself up, grabbing my pants on my way out of the room, taking another quick shower to wash my cum off my stomach. Once I'm redressed I make my way back to the living room, laying on the couch with my back to Frank, pulling the blanket up and closing my eyes, realisation of what I just let happen hitting me and causing me to feel so stupid.

The next morning I wake up in the bed, Franks arms wrapped tight around me, trapping me against his body. I panic for a second, realisation setting in that he carried me in here while I was asleep, knowing I didn't come in here willingly, before I let out a deep breath and move to slide over and get out of the bed. At the first sign of my movement Franks arms tighten around me and I realise he's awake too. I freeze for a second before turning my head to look at him, his head immediately surging forward and his lips sealing over mine again. I gently push him away, saying "Frank, please don't." I go to slide away from him again and the look on his face is one I know and fear all to well.

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