Chapter 21 | Preston
TWENTY-ONE | PRESTON
My arm snakes around her waist, pulling her flush against me as the hand on her face slides to her neck, guiding her full lips to mine. The moment our mouths fuse, blood surges to my groin, straining painfully against fabric meant for comfort.
My body may be aching for her, but I let hers tell me what it needs. At first, her movements are so gentle it's torturous. When her mouth parts, granting me entrance, I eagerly memorize her taste and the way her tongue twists with mine.
Her fingers weave around my neck, threading into my hair.
Kate tastes like minty sugar and wildfire. Her flavor seeps through my defenses, making me want to drop them altogether—to never put them back up, at least not with her.
I slowly back her up to the bed, turning us so that when the backs of my knees hit the mattress, my ass collapses onto it.
Her mouth is still welded to mine. Electricity sparks across my nerves, turning me savage for her and the way she feels against me.
It’s starting to unravel the sexual tension that’s buzzing and alive behind my sternum.
It’s deliberate, but hungry.
The kind that wrenches your soul from your body.
That’s the way I’m kissing Kate. I’m fucking her mouth with my tongue, and she lets me. Like I can capture and seize her soul, tangle it with mine.
Too many clothes separate us. Well, mine, since she’s wrapped in this skimpy pink bathing suit that my fingers itch to remove.
My body is an inferno, but every move is hers tonight. If she wants me to burn, I’ll gladly be the ashes she walks on.
She pulls back, a cold from the loss of her touch washing over me.
Her eye contact is steady as she stands, hovering above me.
I’m witnessing a goddess who fell from heaven.
Her eyes don’t leave mine. She reaches behind her, pulling at the strings that keep her breasts confined in that bikini that I wanted to rip off the moment I saw her walking down to the beach from the window in my office.
She tugs at the strings, letting the pathetic excuse for material pool on the ground at my feet.
She stands before me, her perfect tits and perky rosebud nipples making my mouth water for a taste.
I bet they would fit perfectly in my hands, as if they were sculpted for me.
Nipples that were crafted to be grazed by my teeth and twisted by my fingertips.
God, I crave to touch her, but I don’t. She’s in control, and I’m surprised I’m letting her be, considering I have a dominance kink and get off on power.
Surprise, surprise.
Now I’m thinking I have a Kate kink.
How could I not?
Her fingers dip below her bikini bottoms, and she slips them down her long legs, giving me a full view of that pretty pussy that I’m hoping she’ll let me play with. Suck. Fuck with my fingers.
I swipe a hand over my jaw. “God, you’re killing me, darling.”
Her lips curve nervously, but I reach out for her, and she puts her hand in mine, letting me tug her back onto my lap to straddle me. I hope it's not just water soaking through my sweats now.
She slams her lips on mine, leading our kiss again. Rising, she pushes my head lower, my cock jumping in excitement. When Kate straightens her spine to lift her breasts to my mouth, I nearly come in my pants. Seeing her like this is the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I draw one of her perky buds into my mouth, invigorated by how her hands move in my hair—a silent request for more.
Kate whimpers as my tongue moves in slow circles around her nipple, then she moves my head to the next one. I know she said she can’t get off without pain mixing with the pleasure, but it's her call. The beast inside of me is roaring to stake a claim, but I suppress those urges.
Her skin is so soft against my tongue. I give the other nipple the same expert attention, giving her what she deserves as I suck it into my mouth.
What she wants.
What she needs.
“Fuck, Preston,” she breathes, rolling her hips over me.
When my cock creates friction against her wet center, it takes all my willpower not to toss her onto this bed and destroy that perfect pussy till she’s screaming my name instead.
I release her perky bud with a pop and peer down.
The mess she’s making on my pants, chasing the friction to satisfy her clit, has me entranced.
“Look at how wet you are, darling—taking what you want from me, knowing damn well it's driving me crazy that I can’t fuck you yet.”
The soft, pleasure-induced smile that appears on her face engrains into my skull like the ink covering my skin.
She grinds down on me again, using her arms around my neck to help her momentum. “What would you do if I let you?”
I grumble in frustration at the question, and she grins. Removing one of her arms from my neck, she grabs my hand, dragging it to her sensitive center.
When my fingers glide over her seam, she’s so soaked that my jaw clenches. “Goddamn. Do you know how wet this pussy is for me right now?”
She bites her lip, nodding. “And it's not the first time.”
“Fuck,” I drawl huskily. Since she’s straddling me, I position my feet further apart, watching the way it spreads her thighs more for me, which gives me more access.
“You can’t tell me things like that. Now whenever I see you, I’ll be distracted, wondering if this cunt might be ready for me to take it, whenever I want, however I want.
” I rub circles on her clit before slowly sinking a finger in her tight cunt. She feels like warm velvet and sin.
I greedily soak in her whimpers and moans, answering her question.
“First, I would flip you on your back and use my tongue while my fingers stretch you, prepare you to take my cock. But you’d be so wet that the moment I bend you over the side of this bed and hike your leg up, you’d perfectly take every inch of my dick like this pretty pussy was made for me.
You’d be so full of me, darling. Then, when I finally come inside you, it will demolish the traces of anyone else who had you until the only name you remember is mine. ”
“Oh my God.”
“Do you need my cock now? That’s not my name.”
When I slowly add another finger, cursing as I meet some restriction, she trembles in my arms. “Preston—” Her forehead falls against mine.
“That’s right, darling.”
Her eyes flutter closed. “I need— More.”
“What do you want?” I ask across her lips.
“I want your tongue on me. In me.”
My arrogant smile emerges. “You’re in control here, darling. You had my tongue in your mouth. Is that what you want again? You’ll have to be a little more specific—”
“I need your tongue against my clit. In my pussy. I want it with your fingers like you said.”
Her neediness scratches at my ego. “So desperate for me to make you come.”
She whimpers as I strengthen my arms around her. I stand and flip us, laying her gently on the duvet. She sinks into it, not wasting any time as she parts those gorgeous legs for me, granting me the first view of her glistening center.
Keeping her big green eyes locked on mine, I drop to my knees for her. Like her giving herself to me like this is a knife straight to my heart. If the last few breaths I take are while I’m ravaging her pretty cunt, then it will be one hell of a way to go out.
Better than I deserve.
Wrapping an arm around each of her thighs, I tug her ass to the end of the mattress, releasing a hot breath across her pussy. She shudders, gripping the sheets in her hands. The wet strands of her hair fan out around her, her back bending to the first touch of my tongue pressing against her seam.
I gaze up at her, writhing while my tongue swirls over her sensitive bundle of nerves, my dick painfully begging for attention as her taste blooms in my mouth. Her eyes are glued to a spot on the ceiling, little murmurs I can’t understand falling from her lips.
“My eyes are down here between your legs, Kate,” I speak her name against her so she knows how fucking serious I am that I want her eyes soaking in what I’m doing to her.
She breathes heavily, as if tearing her gaze back to mine is hard. I insert my middle finger, watching her struggle to meet my eyes. When she does, I find that sensitive spot inside her and curl my finger, mesmerized by her velvet walls tightening around me.
Realization dawns. I press my tongue to where my middle finger is thrusting into her entrance, and I glide up to her clit before I place a soft kiss there. “You’ve never had a man taste this sweet pussy, have you?”
She shakes her head. That one answer hurls a grenade at another one of my barriers. “I-I don’t know, it was a part of foreplay that was skipped.”
“I’ll take any firsts I can get.” My ring finger joins my middle, and she releases a moan that vibrates through her. “Now that I’ve had you this way, I’m afraid my tongue will need a taste every time before my cock gets one.”
A mischievous smile lightens her features.
“What?”
“I want you to reach into your sweats and stroke your cock while you play with me.”
Oh, sweet fuck.
Her filthy words make me wonder what else that mouth is capable of.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Reaching into my boxers, I wrap one hand around the base of my aching cock while the other is inside her.
My strokes are languid, from base to tip, in time with the thrusting of my fingers.
It’s never been this erect before, and somehow her sweet breathy sounds, the feeling of her soaking my fingers and my tongue, have my balls tightening quickly.
When I add my tongue again, it's game over. Her fingers turn white, clenching the sheets in an attempt to prolong our time before her orgasm hits. With the way her barriers are tightening around me and throbbing, it won't be long.
“Preston, I’m going to—”
“This is your night, darling. You don’t need to ask, just come for me. Take what you want from me.”
Then she does.
Her walls collapse, a moan blended with a shriek filling the room from those beautiful lips as mine suck on her clit to drag it out. She pulses around me, filling my mouth with her, and it's the most beautiful thing that could satisfy a man for life.
Her body trembles with the aftershocks, her skin glowing from the orgasm. When her fingers weave through my hair, tugging me upward, I pull my fingers out of her. I release my cock with my other hand and crawl over her body, sprawled out below me like she wants.
“That was—” Kate shakes her head. She’s naked below me. Stunning. Breathtaking as her brows draw together and she asks, “What about you?”
“I don’t break my promises. Tonight was about you and only you. And if you need more nights like this one, days, mornings, that’s exactly what I’ll give you. I need you to tell me you understand that.”
Kate nods sheepishly, exhaling an exhausted breath. “Yes, sir.”
Jesus Christ.
I almost say good girl, but I catch myself. I know that fucker from her past ruined those words for her, and I’ll never let them come out of my mouth.
The future is for new memories. Healing. And Kate deserves a new beginning.
So do I, and I can’t help but feel like maybe I’m holding mine.