“Yes, I do.”
“Can they see you?”
“If they look up.”
“I could make you come like this, where a stranger would get to see your face while you cried out my name.” I sucked the skinwhere her shoulder met her neck, and she whimpered. “Oh, the things I want to do with you and this window are making me hard as fuck.”
“Let me take care of that for you.”
“You’re so fucking hot, Jordan, my god.” I rested my forehead on her back, taking a deep breath before letting her turn around. Our eyes met, and a beat passed, her gaze almost askingis this okay.I nodded and then she got onto her knees.
I trembled as she glanced up at me, a small smile on her lips as she undid my pants. Her fingers were cold, and her breath tickled my lower stomach, and holy shit. I’d fantasized about this moment for literally years, and it was happening. She gasped when she slid my pants down and my cock sprang free.
“Jesus, Preston.” She licked her lips as she took me in her hands, pumping as she stared at my cock with a desperate hunger. Then, she slid me into her mouth, and I couldn’t breathe.
I saw stars. Full-blown blasts of stars. My knees shook, and I put a hand on the glass to support my weight. Jordan pumped me with both hands, looked up at me, and winked.
Then she took me all the way into her throat. I hit the back of her throat, and the warmth and way she sucked had me trembling. I wouldn’t last long. Fuck, I’d barely last a few minutes if I didn’t distract myself.
The woman of my dreams was sucking me off because of a game of Uno. What even was my life right now? Why did she feel so fucking good?
“Preston?”
“Yeah?” I glanced down, worried I’d taken it too far. “We can stop, if you want.”
“What? No.” She blinked then grabbed one of my hands. “Can you pull my hair when I do it?”
Fucking hell.“Sure,” I said, hiding my internal freak-out. Pullher hair? Holy shit, yes. I grabbed a handful of her black hair and fisted it. “You want me to tug?”
“I like it. I like the sting when I’m giving head.”
The insinuation she did this with others annoyed me, but then she sucked my cock again, and I stopped worrying. Her mouth was magic, and she was a fantasy. Fisting her hair, I yanked up, and she gagged, then moaned. Her hips rocked on the ground, and her breathing picked up.
It smelled like her cum and my sweat, and the cold of the window did nothing to hold me off. She hollowed her cheeks, and my thighs clenched. “I’m gonna come, Jordan, if you want to?—”
She gripped my ass with one hand, pushing me deeper into her mouth as I came fucking hard. The orgasm ripped through me, lighting up my skin as I spilled into her mouth. She swallowed, her blue eyes glancing up at me with pride. I stared at her, lips parted, and laughed. “Jordan.”
“Preston.” She grinned and stood, her hand resting on my face. “I feel like we should play our Uno game five times a week. That was the best. Oh my god. You are…” She yawned again. “You are amazing.”
I knew what she meant. She meant we were great in bed and had chemistry. That was where her brain and heart stopped—and yeah, it hurt, but it was reality. I kissed her forehead, breathing her in, before nodding toward the bathroom. “Let’s shower and head to bed.”
Once we showered and were lying in bed, her back against my chest, she sighed. “Are we gonna regret this in the morning? We both drank.”
“I’m not.” I hated how nervous I was for her answer though. “Will you?”
11
JORDAN
Waking up with Preston’s arms around me caused a flurry of butterflies in my gut. I wasn’t a cuddler. I never stuck around long enough to cuddle, and plus, the body heat always made me sweat. Yet the weight of Preston’s arm around my waist caused my lips to quirk but only for a second. I didn’t hate waking up like this.
My head pounded, and I squinted, trying to find a bottle of water somewhere to chug. The hangover hit me first, then flashes of last night. Him between my legs, the sounds he made, us crossing a line. My face flushed, and my pulse raced. I had to get out of here.
I slid out of bed, careful not to make a sound or wake Preston as I carefully picked my discarded clothes off every surface.We went a little wild last night.Goose bumps exploded down my arms as our card game remained scattered on the floor.
Yeah. Preston was incredible at oral and so hot it surprised me. The constant panic ofnever get too attachedhit me per usual, and my breathing picked up. I snuck into the bathroom, dressed, peed, and stared at myself in the mirror. I forgot about the dareand saw what he drew on me: a hockey jersey with his number and the wordmineon the back.
If I wasn’t having a full freak-out, I would’ve loved seeing that on me. It meant he wouldn’t leave me, but instead, my head pounded, and flashes of last night came back. I had to get out of here. I tiptoed out of the bathroom with an urgency that gripped my throat.Escape.
