Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
Jax
I held my breath, waiting for Preston’s answer. I’d never have proposed a friends-with-benefits scenario if I knew he had only been with one woman. I wanted to wring that bitty’s neck earlier when I thought she simply dented his confidence, but now that I knew she comprised his only frame of reference? I’m not sure this was a good idea anymore.
“Yes,” Preston exhaled, his sincerity apparent in his open body language.
“You’re sure? We can go back to pillow walls, or see if we can get a different room with two beds or a couch. I can’t offer you the real deal, Preston. This is two consenting adults having sex because they’re in a situation I previously thought only existed in books.”
Preston nodded. “I know. Part of the reason there’s only been Diana is because I’m so focused on my goals, on running for Congress. I don’t want anything more. It only distracted me before.”
Even though I set the boundary, I said it first, hearing Preston tell me he didn’t want more created an ache in my chest. I shook myself, moving past it. Remnants of feeling like I’d always be alone. I was better off on my own, but a girl had to eat, and Preston was, apparently, ready and willing.
“All right then, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” Preston’s voice wavered. “But I’m not convinced how good it’ll be.” I raised my eyebrow. “I mean, I know it’s going to be great for me. But if she had to fake it all the time, that must mean...”
I held up a hand to cut him off. “That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe she didn’t know her own body well enough to guide you or didn’t trust you enough to be vulnerable. Or some other explanation that you should not hold on to as your fault. I told you I feel safe with you. Do you feel safe with me?”
He nodded, his eyes wide.
“Then we’ll be just fine.”
Preston closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and nodded again. He took a step toward me, one hand in my hair and one on my waist. And then Preston Brandt kissed me—he kissed me like he meant it.
It was the type of kiss that knew it was leading to more. His lips moved like he had something to prove, like he was ready to give me his all. I answered in kind, trying to tell him he could take the lead, I would follow him.
Preston pushed me back toward the bed as his tongue traced the seam of my mouth, asking for entry. I opened, and the kiss deepened, no longer sending a message of anything except “I want you, I want this.” That was okay by me.
The back of my legs hit the bed, and we fell back in a heap. My fingers were tangled in Preston’s hair as he peppered kisses down my neck, pulling at the top of my button-down shirt to get at my collarbone.
“You know, business attire is hot, but really restrictive,” I said, moaning the last word as Preston found a sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. Would he make it a point to search for more? Shuddering against him, I hoped so.
He chuckled against my skin, shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it across the room before returning to his path, tracing up to my other ear. “Yeah, in the movies there are always a lot more flying clothes.”
“We got a bit distracted by all that talking,” I said, working his tie loose and untucking his shirt. Preston pulled back a bit before I realized my mistake. “Very necessary talking. Anything else would have been jumping the gun.” I started at the bottom of his shirt, taking one button at a time.
“You know, in the movies there’s a lot more shirt ripping and buttons flying too,” he said, as I slid one shoulder down, and then the other. He kneeled upright to finish taking it off himself.
“It’s true, but I love that shirt on you. It’s one of my favorites. And honestly, the ripping is harder than it looks,” I said, starting to unbutton my own shirt.
“Wait,” Preston said, stopping my hands immediately. “I want to do that.” His eyes had darkened to a color I had never seen on him before. He reached down to take over where my fingers left off.
The heat of his gaze seared each inch of skin he exposed. The intensity in his eyes felt like he wanted to remember every single frame of this moment. He leaned down to kiss the exposed skin, pulling down one bra cup, and then the other. Moving to my nipple, he took it in his mouth, licking tentatively while his hand worked my other breast.
“You can be rougher than that,” I said, arching into his touch. “Yesss,” I hissed as he bit down gently, licking to soothe the sting before sucking with more pressure than before. “That’s so good.” He hummed against my skin, moving his mouth over to repeat the actions on the other side, while tracing a hand down my ribcage to my hip bone.
His eyes met mine, almost as if looking for direction. I wanted to give him permission to take whatever he wanted.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked, running a hand through his hair and tugging on the strands a bit.
“I... I’d like to taste you.” His face set with determination, yet still asking permission. I nodded, finding it hard to speak.
I’d never thought of the removal of tights as particularly erotic, but having a man as handsome and attentive as Preston following the path of skin revealed from my inner thighs to the top of my feet changed things. I lay on the bed, chest heaving. My boobs trussed up above my bra cups, only panties remaining between me and the warm exhales of breath on my core. Preston’s hands shook slightly as he reached for the waistband of my underwear, breathing in a steadying breath, and he peeled them down. I lifted my hips to help him.
He lay with his chest flat on the bed, ass propped in the air, making me wish I could reach and give it a squeeze. I lost that train of thought as Preston bent one of my legs, and then the other, baring me to him. He ran a finger through my wetness, causing my hips to follow his path, seeking more. His eyes met mine, seeking approval, guidance, something.
“You’ve got great instincts, baby. Follow them.”
He leaned his head down, taking a slow, tentative lick up my core to my clit. I shivered at the contact, but needed more.
“A little firmer, a little faster. I promise you won’t drown,” I said, propping up on my elbows so I could take in the sight of him between my legs.
He lapped his tongue a few more times, circling my clit. “I dunno. If I had to drown somewhere, I think this might be my choice.” The warm puffs of air from his words tickled, making me desperate for more pressure.
“With respect,” I gritted out. “Less talking, more licking, fingering, something .” I fisted the blankets to stop from spreading myself open. I wanted to come, but I wanted Preston to gain his confidence even more. Was that growth?
Preston dove back in, spearing me with his tongue, before focusing his attention on my clit. He inserted one finger, and then two, working them in and out of my core. The flat of his tongue stroked up my clit, alternating with a strong suction.
“Right there. Just that pressure on my clit. That’s so good.” My arms shook, then gave out, my back hitting the mattress, but only the nerve endings between my thighs were transmitting sensation. What he lacked in experienced skill, he made up for in enthusiasm and ability to follow direction.
I felt the bed moving by my feet and lifted my head to see Preston humping the bed beneath him, seeking friction of his own. I lifted a foot and put it on his back, pinning his hips against the bed. He pulled his mouth away from me, his fingers still moving inside me slowly, my wetness shiny around his lips.
“I have plans for this later. If you’d keep still.” He stopped fighting to push against my foot immediately and put his mouth back on my clit, redoubling his efforts. “That’s a good boy,” I said, no longer consciously seeking opportunities to praise Preston, the words just slipped out. He groaned into me, the vibrations pushing me toward the top of the peak just before the long fall.
“Yes, I’m almost there. Keep going.” And he did until my muscles seized and my mouth opened in a silent scream. Preston’s mouth pressed kisses against the inside of my leg, while his fingers continued to move, carrying me through the last waves of my orgasm. Finally opening my eyes, I smiled, the curve growing as his grin answered me.
“C’mon up here,” I said, pawing at his shoulder. He wiped his face against my leg before crawling up, trailing kisses until his mouth met mine. I grabbed his head on both sides, keeping his lips pressed on mine, tasting myself on his kiss.
Our kiss slowed until he pulled back. “Hi,” he said, almost shyly.
“Hi yourself,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. If Preston was capable of purring, I think brushing his hair like this would do it.
“So, you mentioned plans,” Preston said, pushing his hips gently into my leg, reminding me how incredibly hard he still was.
“I’d love to have you inside me,” I said. “In my mouth or my pussy. It’s your choice. There’s no pressure. You can also just jack off on my tits if you want.”
Preston’s jaw dropped slightly. “Are you sure you’re real and laying here?”
I laughed. “I’ve done a lot of communicating about sex.” At Preston’s raised eyebrow, I smacked his shoulder. I caught him off guard and used that to my advantage to flip him.
“I will not be slut shamed, but that’s also not what I mean.” Writing sex scenes for a living made it easier, at least for me, to say what I wanted out loud. Wanting to distract Preston before he could ask any more questions, I unclasped my bra, sliding it down my arms. I took my turn trailing kisses down his neck. I bit down on his nipple, soothing the sting when he gasped out loud and thrust his hips up into mine.
“So responsive. Such a good boy,” I said, gripping his cock through the fabric. Preston moaned out loud, grinding against my palm. Wanting to free him from his pants prison, I undid his belt and opened his fly. A damp spot decorated the front of his navy boxer briefs. As I pulled the waistband down, his cock sprung free. I stroked him, up and down, twisting my hand over the tip. I intentionally used light pressure, wanting to work him into a bit of a frenzy.
“You’re killing me down there,” Preston said, tipping his chin into his chest to meet my eyes.
“You’re not telling me what you want,” I said, squeezing tighter for one pass of his cock, smirking at the answering thrust, before loosening my grip again.
“I’d very much like it if you rode me now.” He gasped.
“I’d like that too. Be right back.” I got up to grab a condom out of my bag. The intensity of Preston’s gaze on my ass was palpable as I opened the pocket. Without turning around, I detected the rustle of his pants coming the rest of the way off. I grabbed a strip of three condoms out of my bag, just in case.
Turning my attention toward the bed, I saw Preston slightly propped up on pillows, his hand moving up and down his cock. I licked my lips, dying for a taste of my own. Climbing back on the bed, I said, “Now isn’t that a picture.”
Tearing a condom free from the strip, I opened the foil and took Preston in my mouth, to the back of my throat for one, two strokes. “You’re not the only one who wanted a taste.”
I straddled his hips, rolling the condom down to his base, before holding him tall. I felt him breach my entrance and inhaled a breath.
“I’m going to need to take this slow,” I said through gritted teeth, inching my way onto his thickness.
“The slow torture is worth every second,” he said, his hands on my hips, helping to control my descent. One hand on his chest, I reached down and stroked my clit, the extra attention helping me to open and slide down until he was fully inside.
“Good?” he asked.
“Good,” I answered. “You?”
“Never better,” he answered. His eyes were trained on mine and again displayed his sincerity. He really needed to work on his poker face if he was going to survive in politics.
“Okay. I’m going to move now,” I said, pushing up until only the tip remained in my core and sliding back down. The next movement much quicker. We found a rhythm, Preston’s hips coming up to meet my down thrusts. My legs started to shake, pitching me forward, so my chest met his.
Preston thrust up into me, finding that spot inside me that made me cry out. “Yes, right there,” I heard myself shout as we picked up the pace before he stilled deep inside me, a groan from deep in his chest sounding out.
We lay there for a moment, our breathing heavy, our sweat covered bodies touching. As our breaths normalized, I lifted off him with a slight wince and rolled to the side. I tucked myself into him as he dealt with the condom. Something told me Preston would need the contact. I certainly wasn’t doing it for me , I told myself.
“Okay, so at the risk of ruining the mood... you came when I ate you out, but not just then, right?” Preston said, looking pained.
I put my hand on his chest. “Yes. Penetrative sex isn’t the easiest way for me to finish.”
He covered his face with the hand not currently wrapped around me. “I wish I would have known that.”
I removed his hand and entwined our fingers. “I didn’t tell you on purpose. I didn’t want you in your head more than you already were.” I squeezed his hand so he’d look at me.
“Sex isn’t a tit-for-tat endeavor, though if we’re keeping track, the score is one-to-one. Helping you reach pleasure turns me on, and makes sure I have a great time. If we keep on doing this, it’s always possible we’ll get there. But I promise, I’ll never make you feel like a failure or lie to you. I’d appreciate it if you made sure my fiancé didn’t feel bad about this too.”
He smiled. “I’ll do my best to pass the message along.”
We lay in silence for a while, his hand tracing up and down my naked back.
“You said ‘if we do this again,’ but I saw you bring over more condoms, so...”
“That’s up to you, big guy,” I said, with a glance at his crotch, currently covered in a sheet.
He smirked. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Go get us some waters out of the mini fridge. We’ll need to stay hydrated.”
Preston climbed out of bed and ambled over to grab the bottles. “I can feel you staring.”
“Just returning the favor and enjoying the view. Do they rank the best asses in Congress? Because whoever you hire as your campaign manager should definitely work to get you on that list. I know these things. I work in Comms, after all.”
He tossed a bottle of water my way, twisting a cap off his own and downing half of it as he sat back on the bed.
“I’m not sure that’s quite how I want to win my votes, but I guess I better use all the assets at my disposal.”
“Come use those assets over here,” I quipped, feeling myself smiling as Preston kissed me. The worries of this man being my ruin still niggled in the back of my mind, but for once, I allowed myself to remain in the moment, happy.