Metal Kingdom

50. Just Pretend

Just Pretend-Bad Omens 💔

(Frankie didn't remember anything after dancing on the kitchen counter at Clay's last party. One of the times that she's ever been the most drunk in her life. It's been a month since then.)

July 7st

Clay's Birthday Party

"Fuck, right there." Frankie moaned out as Hunter had her bent over her bathroom counter in Clay's house.

"You like that, don't you? You dirty fucking slut." Hunter spoke with a guttural growl in his throat.

The two of them had been exploring different sexual habits together over the last few weeks. They have been fucking like bunny rabbits more than before but trying different things during so. Their current fade was stuck on dirty talk. Normally only becoming degrading when both were drunk. 

Frankie would get too offended or mad when sober and start an actual fight with him.

Hunter and Frankie had also worked past him being comfortable enough to do anything when they were under the influence. Only when it was obviously clear that she could fully consent then he would touch her. 

But she was totally right about drunk sex in his mind. It almost was as good as when they were high. Something they also had been experimenting with.

"You gonna cum all over my cock for me Princess?" Hunter asked as he gripped a hand tighter in her hair. Pulling her back slightly to see her face better in the bathroom mirror in front of them.

Keeping a tighter hand on her waist as he pounded mercilessly into her. Groaning with every harsh pump he made. 

"It's too much." She breathed out. 

"I know you can take it. You can handle, can't you?" He almost teased.

Frankie mumbled back a yes as he kept his thrusts harsh.

"That's my good girl." He groaned back. Sending chills down her spine in the best way.

Her own whimpers and sweet sounds were enough to bring him to a climax. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna come." She moaned out in between breaths. 

Hunter's body hunched over hers as they finished together. Placing his hands on the counter around them as they lost all the air in their lungs. He laid over her body for a minute, trying to collect himself.

Hunter lifted off of her. Pulling his dick out as slowly as possible from her.

"Fuck! You do that shit on purpose!" Frankie turned around and slapped his shoulder. Knowing he does that as a bigger tease afterwards, when she's extremely sensitive.

"Sorry I can't help it. I love seeing the look on your face when you're overwhelmed by my touch." He chuckled as he tide a knot at the end of the filled condom. Throwing it in the trash can next to her.

"You're really some kind of sick sadist, aren't you?" Frankie joked as she sat on the toilet to pee.

The two had basically no boundaries left between them. Whether it was in the bedroom or as friends. They did almost everything together.