As much as I want him, aunt flow is in town and she’s one hell of a cockblocker.
“It’s not a good time,” I remind him, internally cursing mother nature.
Ignoring me, Preston’s mouth travels lower, grazing my collarbone. “I bet I can make you feel better.”
I know he can. However, I also know there’s a high probability it may turn him off.
Granted I don’t have a heavy flow, but still.
His hands find the knot on my robe and he unties it. “Tell me where it hurts.”
Oh, it hurts all right. Especially when he pushes the robe open and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“How about I give you a blow job?”
“How about you be quiet while I play with your pussy?” he counters, running a finger down my stomach…getting closer.
I place my hand on top of his. “Trust me, you don’t want to do this. I’ve earned my red wings and it wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” I mean it wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t exactly incredible, either. That said—as a woman, I knew what I was getting into beforehand, so I was fully prepared for the expedition. Preston has no idea and I really don’t want to tarnish his favorite body part of mine.
“It’s a little rusty and tangy—”
“This is a first,” he grits out.
“I know,” I agree. “Which is exactly why I’m trying to impart my wis—”
“The first time I’ve had an erection and a migraine at the same time,” he interjects. “Stop babbling.”
“But—”
“You really think some blood is gonna scare me?”
Evidently not since he’s still determined to trudge down this path. Stubborn ass.
Eyes narrowing, he curls a hand around my hip. “I want you.” My insides clench when he brings a finger to his mouth and licks it. “Now shut the fuck up so I can have you.”
His tenacity has my reluctance fading. However, I’m acutely aware of my tampon. “Don’t unplug the drain—”
Words die in my throat when he drags his thumb over my clit. “Is this where it hurts?”
I don’t just hurt. I fucking ache for him. “Yes.”
Every inch of me tightens with desire when he makes slow, torturous circles around the throbbing bud.
I moan, bracing my hands on his shoulders. “That feels so good.”
“I’m just getting started.”
That’s the only warning I get before he drops to his knees.
Whoa nelly. “Pres—”
The tip of his tongue replaces his finger, lightly swirling my clit…driving me out of my freaking mind.
Whatever worries I had evaporate because all I can focus on is what he’s doing to me.
The way my hips rock against his jaw. The feeling of my clit pulsing in time with my heartbeat. The rough sounds he makes as he flicks me.
The unabashed whimper that escapes me when he pushes his sweatpants down and his cock springs out. Long, thick, and dominant.
He sucks hard, sending a wave of pleasure skittering through my system.
I close my eyes, getting lost in the feeling. “Oh, Go—”
He tears his mouth away…right as I’m reaching the pinnacle.
The loss is so jarring I could cry. It feels like he just brought me to the top of a roller coaster but didn’t let me feel the drop.
There’s a tug on my tampon and before I can register what’s happening, he’s grabbing my waist…steering me so I straddle him.
“I want you sitting on my cock when you come.”
And just like that, I’m cruising up the coaster again, full speed ahead.
Until I remember.
“Condom,” I squeal, silently cursing my gyno because she’s been on the world’s longest vacation.
“Already on.” A carnal grunt leaves him as he grabs my hips, impaling me on his dick. “Ride it.”
And I do, I ride him so good we both moan, equally desperate to get to the finish line as the carpet burns our skin.
I reach it before he does. Curling a hand around his neck, I shamelessly fuck him, chasing the rush of pleasure.
“Fuck, yes.” His voice is a gravelly rasp as I squeeze him. “Milk my dick.”
I come so hard my whole body vibrates as I bite his shoulder.
I’m on the comedown when he raises his hips, thrusting hard and fast.
Wanting to mess with him like he did me, I unstraddle him.
His eyes snap open and the growl that rumbles out of his chest is pure frustration because he was so close. “What the fu—”
“Turnabout is fair play,” I tell him, yanking off the condom. “But don’t worry. I’ll let you come…” I lower myself until I’m positioned over his erection. “In my mouth.”
“Fuck—” Whatever he was going to say next turns into a savage groan when I draw him into my mouth.
I suck him hard and fast, taking him deep while I do.
Glancing up, I soak in the sight of him. His head is thrown back, his lips are parted, and the tendons in his neck flex against his skin. Knowing I can make him feel so good is such a turn-on.
A raw, husky sound leaves him, and he presses down on the back of my head, keeping me right where he wants me. “Deeper.”
Tears sting my eyes as he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t stop. Saliva trickles down my chin as I brazenly gag on him, wanting to drive him crazy the way he drives me.
He juts his hips, writhing into my mouth. “Jesus Christ.”
Strong thighs tremble. “Suck the cum out of me.” The force on my head increases. “Every last fucking drop.”
Those toned abs contract and he comes with a hoarse cry. I swallow the salty liquid, staying with him to the very end.
“Fucking hell.” I watch his chest rise and fall as he catches his breath. “You’ve ruined me.”
I stand so I can get cleaned up. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”
He follows behind when I walk into the bathroom. “It’s not.” I’m about to turn on the shower, but he presses me against the glass door. His kiss is downright possessive and I feel it down to my toes. “I love you.”
My heart feels like it leaped right out of my chest and straight into his.
Because he’s ruined me, too.
My ear is pressed against Preston’s chest, listening to the cadence of his heart as I drift off to sleep. I’m happy he opened up to me earlier, but I can’t help but feel like there’s still something he’s holding back.
Not lying to me per se…just camouflaging.
And not just right now. From the first second we met, I sensed a darkness in him. A heaviness I could never fully grasp. A pain he carries that I don’t fully know the source of.
Because he won’t ever talk about it.
I press my lips to his ribcage. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”
He doesn’t speak for so long I assume he fell asleep…until he murmurs, “I’ve told you every significant thing about me, Kit.”
I’d like to believe that, but the weighty feeling in my chest tells me he hasn’t.
I want to trust Preston, though. Have faith in him and us.
“Okay. Just know if there’s ever anything you—”