As if sensing this, his free hand goes to my hip, steadying me.
My eyes close and my head lolls back as pleasure takes over.
“Preston.” His name on my lips is a plea for him to never stop.
Because no one has ever made me feel this good.
His teeth graze the skin of my neck and he adds another finger, sliding them both in and out in long, quick motions.
He’s like a drug pumping through my veins, bringing me to new, uncharted heights.
On impulse, I look down. A current of heat rushes through me as I watch the tendons in his forearm flex while he finger fucks me. My thighs tremble and wet sounds fill the space between us.
The heel of his palm grinds against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
I clutch his shoulder as the first spark hits. “Preston.”
A moment later, my orgasm sweeps through me like a blazing fire and my body spasms…
Then I see it.
It holds my attention, like a car accident you can’t look away from.
“I’ll be back.”
Preston’s gruff voice cuts through the air like a sword and he makes to stand.
I know he’s going to the bathroom so he can take care of his erection, and while I should be appreciative, something about that seems a little unfair and imbalanced.
Preston’s seen me unravel under his touch. He knows what I look like when I come undone.
He knows me in a way I’ll never know him.
I don’t want him slinking away and hiding from me…I want to see him.
All of him.
“Don’t go.”
A muscle tics in his jaw and he releases a frustrated sigh. “I’ll cuddle with you in a few minutes. I have to take care of this.”
I should probably be overjoyed that he finally used the term cuddling, but I’m too fixated on his dick.
I’ve seen a few before…mostly in porn and two in person thanks to a streaker at a frat party and walking into a men’s bathroom to pee once because the girls’ line was too long.
While they don’t frighten me, they also don’t evoke any other response in me.
It’s just a piece of anatomy that men have.
But with Preston it’s different…because this one belongs to him.
And I can’t help but wonder what it’s like when that band of control around him snaps and he lets go.
My words come out in a ragged whisper. “Touch yourself.”
“That’s what I’m—”
“While I watch you.” My heart flutters in my chest and I swallow hard. “Please.”
I don’t know what to make of his expression. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
I want to experience this.
Gripping my hips, he positions me so I’m straddling him. “Fine. But I want a good view.” With that, he pushes me to the edge of his lap and opens his legs. I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but it becomes clear as my thighs spread apart.
He’s getting a good view, all right.
So am I.
Long and thick, his cock stands at attention, the shiny, wide head coming just past his navel. Veins run down the length of his shaft, and below that sits his weighty balls. I always knew Preston had a set of metaphorical big ones, but now I know he has a physical pair to match.
But the most unexpected thing about all this is…it doesn’t turn me off.
Quite the opposite actually. If Preston’s cock was a dildo or strap on…his is the one I’d choose.
I inhale a sharp breath when he wraps his hand around his shaft, giving it a slow, languid stroke.
He watches me beneath heavy lids as he does it, his own breathing becoming labored.
Witnessing him do this is so personal I almost feel like I should look away…but I can’t. He has all my attention.
“What do you think about when you do this?”
I want to know what’s running through his head. Does he have well-constructed thoughts? Memories? Or is it just quick flashes of naked women?
His voice is a gravelly rumble, his intense stare an arrow piercing my heart. “You.”
I try to speak, but his admission has rendered me speechless.
His nostrils flare and his eyes turn molten. “I think about your tight little pussy. The way it feels. The way it smells. The way it tastes.”
His movements pick up speed and he jerks himself hard and fast.
“I think about the little whimpers you make. The way your mouth opens and your forehead creases…almost like you’re in pain. I think about how wet you always are for me before I even touch you, and how much wetter you get when I do. I think about the way your clit pulses on my tongue or fingers when you’re close. The breathy, desperate way you moan my name when you come and how I’m the lucky asshole responsible for making you feel so good.”
Whoa.
Hearing him say all those things unhinges something inside me and before I have time to talk myself out of it, I place my hand on top of his.
“Don’t stop.”
Brows furrowing, he lets out a low groan that goes straight between my legs.
God, that sound. It does things to me.
I’m like a fiend, needing more of this addicting elixir he’s giving me.
More of him.
When we’re on the upstroke, I let go and wrap my hand around his base.
Satin heat fills my palm, pulsing in my grasp as I take over.
“Fuck.” Pleasure contorts his sharp features, and a strangled groan leaves him. “I’m gonna come.”
It’s the only warning I get before a thick spurt of hot liquid streams onto my stomach. I squeeze it one last time, causing Preston to grunt and shudder as another spurt of liquid trickles out.
However, it’s the moan that comes out of me while this happens that surprises us both.
I was convinced that the sexual part of our relationship would remain one-sided because I’d never have the urge to reciprocate.
But I was wrong, because not only did I have the urge.
I liked it.
Chapter 33
Kit
Heat floods my body as I move my fist up and down, gunning for those gruff, husky sounds Preston makes when he’s close to coming.
I’m rewarded a few seconds later. “Christ, angry girl. You’re really getting good at this.”
Shooting him a sly smile, I kiss a path down his sculpted stomach. I’m not cocky about a lot of things, but being a great lover takes the number one spot on my list of talents.
“You should see what I can do with my mouth.”
Our gazes clash and we both freeze.
I just put something in my mouth all right…my damn foot.
It was a careless slipup, but the way his lips part on a ragged inhale, his Adam’s apple bobs—and the cock in my hand twitches—makes it clear he’s very interested in finding out.
Fuck several ducks.
I give great oral when it comes to women, but I don’t know the first thing about giving a blow job. Other than it’s poorly named because you don’t blow on anything.
I feel like I’ve had one swimming lesson—okay, a few—and dropped into the deep end.
Sink or swim, bitch.
Nerves flutter in my belly as I inch closer. The desire is there, because pleasuring Preston is such a turn-on, but I don’t want to do something wrong and screw this up.