Metal Kingdom

11. Pour Some Sugar On Me

TW: Hoffman Smut. Degrading. Spitting. I don't know if I'll post warnings after this. As every chapter has a form of something. There is a warning in the book description and first chapter.

Pour Some Sugar On Me-Def Leppard 

Saturday

Frankie tried to rethink her actions of how she found herself in this position. Not literally since she knew why she was here. Grinding herself down on top of Skip Hoffman's dick. Outside of Clay's party, inside of Skip's new truck.

She swore she would stop finding herself here but couldn't say no this time. Having just enough of a buzz and self pity she needed to find a different outlet. Already smoking a joint and having a few shots, she found a tipsy Skip inside the house. Calling him over as she snaked her arms around the back of his neck, as he approached her when sitting on top of the kitchen counter. 

"Do you want to get out of here?" Was all she had to ask for Skip to carry her outside. Both losing their clothes the second they climbed into his lifted truck. She always took control when the two had slept together but this time was a bit different. Taking her anger and lust out on him entirely.

Skip had no idea what got into her. Thinking she must just be feeling really good after seeing her smoke that last joint. What he didn't know was she couldn't help herself from thinking of Hunter in this moment. Dragging her long dark nails down the front of Skip's chest. 

Hearing him moan out different pet names she told him to call her. She should've felt ashamed using him like this. And the way she closed her eyes envisioning Hunter being one the to lay beneath her. 

She brought her hips down again as she moaned loudly. Trying to bite her tongue from calling out the other boy's name. Skip ran his hands up the side of her torso and into the base of her girl. Gripping lightly to pull her down to his mouth. Continuing to rock her hips as Skip reached one hand down to run circles around her clit. Keeping the other on the back of her head to keep their mouths connected. 

Both soon reaching their climax. Frankie dismounting the second she was done. Skip trying to regain his breath as he tore off the condom and tied it in a knot. Throwing it aimlessly in his truck.

"Fuck Frankie. That was fucking awesome." Skip laughed out. Not noticing her throwing her clothes back on to get the hell out.

"You're leaving already?" He asked.

"Did you expect me to stay?" She didn't bother to look his way and she pulled her shirt back down.

"I don't know. Figured we might cuddle or some shit after."

"No need. This isn't a relationship Skip. We got what we wanted. See you Monday." She called back as she opened his door and walked out. Heading back inside to find somewhere to crash. Kendall already asleep in the spare room set up for Frankie. Waking up slightly as her friend plopped down on the bed next to her.

"How was it?" Kendall mumbled out.

"Same ole same ole." Both girls going to sleep after.

It's not like Skip was completely horrible in bed. He just usually only ever cared about getting himself off. Mostly why Frankie didn't care about using him for her own selfish needs. It was rare for her to get off when they slept together. Skip more often than not finishing first and to leave her on her own after. Tonight being a very rare incident of him touching her for her own pleasure.