He pulled his finger away, and his hands found my hips. The tip of his cock nudged my hole, making me gasp. Then the pressure was gone and replaced by his warm tongue as he continued to work me open.
“Holy fucking god,” I panted. “Do it, fuck me, lick me, just don’t stop.”
Preston chuckled and continued to lick until I went weak in the knees.
Delirious with need, his mouth disappeared, and the water cut off shortly afterward.
I was so hard, I wanted to cry.
“Come on, baby,” he said, wrapping a towel around me.
“Why did you…” I started.
Preston said nothing, but took me by the hand and let me to the bed. He worked intently to remove my towel, then reached over to grab a condom off the bed. I watched in fascination as he sheathed himself, then applied more lube.
When he was finished, he reached out and stroked my cock twice.
I felt high from the pleasure, but wanton with a hard cock.
Preston looked at me, then kissed me. I grabbed hold of his arms to steady myself. When he pulled back, he murmured against my lips. “I want you to ride me, baby. I’m gonna make it so good for you.”
I whimpered. “Any ‘gooder’ and my balls might combust.”
Preston laughed and pulled me with him to the bed. The not-talking thing made it mysterious, with an edge of eroticism.
When he was settled on the bed, he gave me more instructions. “Straddle me, baby. I want to see your face as I make you mine.”
I did as he said and slowly lowered myself onto his waiting cock. I was loose and relaxed, but his cock was still huge.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I muttered until he was fully seated.
“You feel so good on my cock. So perfect, so right,” he said, giving me time to adjust. When I tried to lean over to kiss him, Preston sat up and cradled my face as he kissed me.
Somehow we found a rhythm as I moved and he thrust up while jerking my cock. His abs flexed and the dark hair on his chest glistened with the dampness from the shower.
Just as I was about to blow, Preston looked me in the eye and followed me over as I marked his skin with my release. Exhausted, I collapsed onto his chest with his cock still inside me and sandwiching us together.
“Holy fuck,” I mumbled. “I want cheesecake.”
Preston laughed and wrapped his arms around me. “Let’s get cleaned up and order room service.”
I smiled against his skin. With my eyes slammed shut and my cheek on his chest, I listened to his heartbeat. “So, does this mean we’re official?”
He barked out a laugh, making my whole body jiggle. “Baby, the only way we’d be more official would be to get married.”
“Okay, boyfriend. I’ll take it under advisement.”
CHAPTER18
PRESTON
Nickand I spent the next four days on our New York City Food and Architecture Tour. I had an extensive list of things for him to see, and even though I knew we’d never see all of them, we were going to give it our best shot.
“What’s this for?” he asked Monday morning when I handed him an iPad.
“It’s for you. I’ve bookmarked all the architectural places for you to reference when we get home. You can also store a million pictures with it as we go.”
He smiled at me. “You think of everything, don’t you?”
