Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
preston
Mia glances away and starts speaking before facing me again. “Pres, you said you were getting me ready for…” She lifts one foot, pointed like a ballerina, and drags it over my cock, still rock-hard and aching.
“Damn, woman, aren’t you sated?” I try to joke, but the moment she opens herself to me, hunger strikes again. “Trust me, if you let me, I’ll have you for every meal from now on.”
I reach for the leg teasing me, slide my hand under her knee, and press it gently to the wall, opening her wide. Fuck, this pussy will be the death of me.
“Preston,” she whimpers, hands flying to my head for balance.
“Did you think I was finished, baby?” I chuckle, hot breath landing right where I want it. “Not even fucking close.”
“What about you?”
“Make no mistake, Mia. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
She knocks her head back against the wall again, and the doctor in me briefly considers a concussion. Maybe I’d care more if I wasn’t about to feast on her again.
“Fuck you and your words, Preston.”
I laugh again—barely—before I dive back into her.
She takes three fingers from the start, begs for my cock, and comes with nothing but my mouth on her. Mumbling my name between the obscenities that I’ll replay in my brain all night. Maybe for the rest of my life.
“I can’t stand anymore,” she breathes, all weak and wobbly, the kind of mess I take pride in.
I get up, slide one arm around her back, and the other under her knees. She squeals the second she realizes I’m about to scoop her up.
“Are you crazy? I’m going to break your back.”
“One, you said you couldn’t stand. Two, please don’t offend me.”
Mia’s not small, but this is no struggle. It’s a fucking honor to carry her limp body to bed after wrecking her into this state with nothing but my mouth and my hand.
I lay her down gently and pull the sheets over her bare legs. Her gaze drops to my cock and stays there.
“You’re not going anywhere until you come too, Doctor.” She runs her fingers along the waistband of my pants, then licks her lush lips. “And I want to help.”
I catch her hand and hold it still.
“I wouldn’t last an inch past your lips before exploding, Mia. That’s how close you have me to coming.”
“I still wanna see you come. And… have something to do with it.”
I’m panting hard, nostrils flaring, every nerve on fire.
“Can I come on you?” I take my chance. “Will you lift your top and let me come on your tits?”
She doesn’t blink. Just kicks the covers off and peels her pajama top up, baring her breasts before I finish the last sentence.
I strip down too and straddle her hips.
Mia watches me in awe—and gives me a god complex on the spot.
“I’ve seen bits of you,” she whispers, eyes wide. “But seeing you all at once… naked… fuck, Preston.”
She reddens again. So raw. So open. It’s a shot of fresh air after years suffocating.
“And yeah, I knew you’d be big, but that’s just plain scary.”
She’s not trying to stroke my ego. She’s dead serious.
I laugh, then slide my hands up her waist.
“I’ll get you nice and ready,” I promise. “Don’t worry.”
I grab my cock and stroke it once, testing my self-restraint. Yeah. No fucking way I’m lasting with this view.
“You said you wanted to help? Run your hand all over your pussy. Get those fingers messy. Show me how wet I made you.”
Her lips twitch, catching on to where I’m going.
She rubs herself with two fingers, smearing the slick around, then slides them in, deep.
Over and over. She circles her clit and watches me while she does it, knowing I’m on the fucking edge and having the time of her life watching me crumble. I slap her hand away.
“I’m about to come on the spot, Trouble. You trying to make it three seconds instead of thirty?”
She smirks at first, but her mouth falls open when I tell her, “Now wrap that hand around my cock.”
She feels soft, wet, delicious.
“Like this?” she asks, unsure.
I cover her hand with mine, guiding her grip. “Tighter,” I growl.
She obeys, and I see stars, spilling a string of curses.
“Fuck.” One breath, one shiver. “Yes. Like that.”
I try to steady my breath, try to hold back, but it’s no use. It’s too much—her touch, her bouncing tits, that goddamn open mouth.
“Go slow. Real slow. Drag this out for me,” I beg. “I want to feel you pump my cock until I can’t take another stroke.”
She nods, eager, already moving.
Christ, she’s a fucking star student.
“Play with your tits while you do it. Show me what you like. Teach me too.”
She sucks her fingers, then rolls her nipple, moaning softly as she jerks me off with the other hand, stroking me like she was born to do that. I can’t stop myself. I start thrusting into her grip. I need to.
The sounds we’re making aren’t loud or fast, but they’re no less savage. It’s a crazy feeling. Never wanting it to end, while you watch your body take over and act on its own accord, rocking faster into her hand.
“Come all over me, Pres. I only heard you last night. Let me see you now. I want to see you lose it for me. I'll keep my mouth open.” She tips her chin down, tongue peeking out. “Try to get some inside it, so I can taste you.”
Fuck.
Me.
Of course I lose it. I piston into her hand, and she squeezes me even tighter. I watch her—mouth open, tongue out, eyes on mine. She’s willing me to fall apart for her, and fuck, I do.
My jaw drops open too. Not just in pleasure, but in awe of the goddess stretched out below me.
White strings shoot across her body—her neck, tits, belly. Down to the top of her pussy when the last of it spills. But none of it lands in her mouth, and her face doesn’t hide the disappointment.
“Did you want a taste that much, baby?” I ask, breathless.
“I did,” she confesses, keeping nothing from me.
“Then you will. Open up.”
“What—” she starts, but gasps when I bend down and lick my cum off her breast, gathering it on my tongue, then pressing it to her lips. The shock wears off the moment our mouths meet.
Mia doesn’t hesitate. She sucks my tongue deep into her mouth and moans when it hits her tastebuds.
Her pupils widen—and then she rips me apart, saying, “I really like you,” before licking her lips, already hungry for more.
“I’m sure it tastes better since it’s mixed with your pussy on my tongue.”
Her gaze flicks around the room as if she hadn’t considered that.
“It is?”
“Have you ever tasted yourself, Mia?”
She just shakes her head, burrowing deeper into the pillow.
I slide two fingers through her slit—she’s so wet I don’t even need to go deep. I suck my fingers clean and murmur, “Do you want to?”
“Fuck, Pres.” Her chest heaves, tits bouncing with each labored breath. “How do you make the dirtiest things sound so sexy?”
“Because it’s you. And me.” I rub just my index now, teasing her entrance, slipping the first knuckle in, then I lick it clean again. Savoring it. Making her jealous. “Do you want to taste yourself, Mia?”
“Oh God,” she exhales. “I think I do.”
She looks overwhelmed by this newfound truth, but determined. Wanting. I rub her slit with two fingers until they slide in. I work them into her until she rocks back, matching me, perfectly in sync.
Pulling my soaked fingers out, Mia waits for me with lips parted. First, I smear the wetness over her bottom lip as if I’m painting her with lipstick. Her tongue peeks out for a taste. I pause and let her chase it, her gaze fixed on mine the entire time.
I slide my fingers over her tongue and make her keep her mouth open, waiting. The seconds stretch, and the torture shows all over her face. Once I nod, she latches onto them and sucks them clean. The effort it takes her to keep her eyes open and on mine adds a whole extra layer of pleasure.
I fingerfuck her some more with my free hand, not very dexterously, but that’s not the point right now.
I lick that finger, then her cum-covered nipple.
Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I kiss the fuck out of her, our flavors mixed together.
She clings to me, drinking us, arms locked across my neck, as if I’d leave on my own volition.
My dick hardens again. I could call her Little Miss Viagra, but I think I’ll stick with Trouble.
When she breaks for air, I do the hardest thing I’ve done tonight.
“Mia. If I don’t leave now, I’ll stay and fuck you until I learn every sound your pretty mouth makes. And then I’ll do it again. And again. Until I forget why I ever planned to walk away.”
“You’re not making a strong case for me to let you go. Just saying.”
I inhale her scent one last time as I gather the courage to climb off her.
No words feel right. “I’m sorry to… dine and dash?” I regret my disgraceful attempt at humor the second it’s out of my mouth.
She slaps both hands over her face to muffle her laugh, shoulders shaking with the effort. When she finally peeks through her fingers, opening them in mock horror, her eyes are wild and disbelieving.
“You did not just say that.”
But when she bares that gorgeous face again, cheeks flushed and the biggest grin splashed across it, I don’t even feel bad about making a fool of myself. If that smile is the reward, I’ll say even dumber shit, so help me God.
“May I assign you some assistant duties, Miss Thorne?”
She perks up, shimmying beneath me, and I worry—not about her literal position under me, sweaty and spent—but whether she’s already bored playing nanny and missing her real job.
“Of course. Always. What do you need?”
“Clear my schedule for tomorrow. Book us a hotel. Five stars. A jacu—Fuck that, you deserve a pool. Find us a room with a pool on the balcony. And pack that little rose-gold toy of yours. He’s coming with.”
She bites her lip to hold back a smile, but it escapes.
It takes over half of her gorgeous face.
Then it falters.
“Not tomorrow.” Her voice drops an octave with disappointment. “You’ve got therapy. And the builders are back. More of them this time. They’re working on your bathroom and your bedroom. Someone needs to be here.”