My heart skipped a beat. “Anything.”
“Let me stay?”
35
Preston
My alarm went off way too early, but I wanted to be able to get back to my room, shower, and get ready to head to the stadium without questions. I reached over and clicked it off before burying my face back in the crook of Trinity’s neck. She was so warm in my arms, and I was grateful she let me stay. No expectations. It wasn’t about anything other than being in her company, and her allowing me to just hold her all night was more than satisfying. That didn’t mean I didn’t have thoughts. That I didn’t have a hard time ignoring the way her ass pressed firmly against my cock. It was pure torture, but the entire night was absolutely worth it.
And now that I was lying here, her scent all around me and my resolve crashing, the least I could do was thank her. Make her feel good.
I pressed a soft kiss to her neck, then one on her shoulder through her hoodie. She roused a little before pressing back against me with a groan.
I retrieved my arm from beneath her, sliding down the bed to give her the best wakeup call she’d ever had.
I adjusted her legs, peering up at her as she blinked her pretty eyes open. My fingertips gently ran along the waistband of her shorts before I placed a kiss on her hip bone. She shifted, a soft moan falling from her lips.
“This okay?” I asked as her eyes met mine.
She nodded, her lip catching between her teeth.
I worked her shorts over her hips, gliding them down her legs as she lifted up to aid me.
Tossing them aside, I pressed up onto my palms, soaking in the beauty of her bare skin. My palms grazed along her thighs, flattening them down against the mattress as her glistening center called me closer.
“Look at you,” I murmured before dropping down to my elbows. “Letting me taste you.”
She squirmed against the bed, the anticipation of my lips too much.
“Preston…” she groaned.
Leaning down, I kept my eyes locked on hers before I let the flat of my tongue trail up her soaking slit. Her mouth fell open, her eyes fluttering closed when I reached her clit, sucking it hard into my mouth.
“Mmmm.” I hummed, repeating the motion.
Her hands dove into my hair, tugging the strands. She was vocal, wet, and my dick was practically weeping at how sweet she tasted.
I worked her again, her legs jerking each time I flicked my tongue against that sweet spot.
“How am I supposed to focus today?” I asked before my tongue circled slow and steady. “Standing on the sideline.” My tongue traveled lower, slipping inside of her tight heat. “Tastingyou on my lips all day.” I hummed again, then slid two fingers inside of her.
“Pres….” Her hips bucked. “Right there.”
“Right here?” I pumped my fingers, moving them in rhythm with my tongue.
“Yes,” she cried out, her breaths short.
I’d never experienced this. The uncontrollable need to please someone. Sure, I wasn’t typically a selfish man in the bedroom. I never took before I gave. But this was different. This was chemical. And if all I ever did for the rest of my life was feast on this woman into oblivion, I’d be a happy man.
One more pump of my fingers, combined with the graze of my teeth across her swollen clit, and she shattered. A fractured scream broke through her lips as she trembled beneath my mouth. My eyes never left her face, the beauty in her release captivating me wholly.
My slow strokes brought her down gently before I placed a soft kiss on the skin of her thigh.
She sighed, content and sleepy, looking like the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Crawling up her limp body, I paused when I hovered just above her face. “Morning.”
“Morning.” She smiled.
Pressing my lips to hers, I groaned when she reached down, palming the steel I had resting against her belly.
