I half-snorted, almost surprised at the suggestion, but not really. “What do you mean?”
I pulled on my jeans and searched for my shirt.
“This.” He motioned to me getting dressed. “If you lived here, we could at least see each other twice a day and get more rest. I haven’t really seen you for longer than fifteen minutes at any time since we got back. Now you have to rush back to your apartment to get ready when, if you lived here, we’d still be asleep.”
I held my shirt in my hand, shocked that he’d want this so soon in our relationship. But he was right about the time, and I’d missed him just as much as he’d missed me. And the look of sadness on his face had me crawling back on the bed to him.
Preston wrapped his arms around me as I tackled him onto his back. I kissed his forehead and cheeks as I held his face in my hands. Settling my face into the side of his neck, I ran my fingers through his hair as I took a deep breath and breathed in the smell of him. When we were like this, the stress and pressure melted away, and I felt like I could breathe again.
“I’m sorry. This is just as difficult for me as it is for you. But it feels a little soon to live together when most people don’t know we’re together.”
“I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks, and I don’t live my life to please other people. No one really knows about us because we haven’t had time to tell anyone. Between our schedules and the holidays, I miss you. I got used to having you in bed with me every night in New York, and I want that back. I don’t sleep well without you.”
Pressing my lips to his neck, he leaned his head toward my touch. Preston tightened his hold on me and rolled us onto my back. His lips found mine in a passionate kiss that made my dick hard.
I spread my legs to give him room and felt his cock pushing at the crotch of my jeans. Little thrusts against my denim covered taint had me moaning as he devoured me with an urgency that felt like desperation.
If I didn’t go soon, we’d be late, and that caused panic to rise in me.
Pushing back, he thought I wanted more, which I did, but time was an issue.
“Babe, I love you, but we don’t have time to—”
“Let me suck you off,” he pleaded.
I looked into his warm brown eyes and couldn’t say no. The way I was feeling, it wouldn’t take long. But I needed him too.
Nodding, I pushed him back. “But not just me. I need your dick, too.”
Preston’s eyes dilated, and a devilish smile crossed his lips. “My favorite number.”
I reached for my button, but he beat me to it. Resting on his haunches, he had them unbuttoned and my jeans tugged below my ass before I could blink, making me smile.
He fell backward on the bed, then held his arms out for me. “Give me that beautiful dick.”
Wasting no time, I struggled to position myself over his mouth while bound up in my pants, but managed to get there. Preston reached for my cock and licked the pre-cum away, making me hiss and moan at the same time.
Desperation set in and I had to have him in my mouth. I leaned forward to take his dick in hand, then took him as deep as I could without gagging. Preston was big and had quite the girth, but I worked him over as he thrust into my mouth.
One finger pressed on my asshole, still slick with a trace of the silicone lube left from last night. When he applied the second one, I pulled off his cock to relish the feel of him there.
“Goddamn that feels so good,” I moaned.
Preston continued to rub my hole, then pushed inside me. Rubbing my prostate, I went back to ravenously sucking his dick, but added tugging his balls, just like he loved.
Our guttural groans and breathy moans produced the soundtrack of our sex life. The filthy sounds of our love made me arch my back and blow my load. The taste of my cum on his tongue set him off as I tugged his balls. Warm, salty release filled my mouth, and I swallowed it all down like the finest wine.
Sated and boneless, I wanted to lie in this bed and go back to sleep in his arms. But that wouldn’t be possible. I was even more rushed now, and the anxiety of leaving him, knowing how he felt, and the excitement of presenting our proposal today set in and played tug of war in my brain.
I rolled off the bed and pulled up my jeans. Leaning down to Preston, who hadn’t moved, I rubbed the extra stubbly jaw I loved and kissed him.
“Gotta go. I’ll meet you in an hour and a half outside the building.”
Preston shook his head. “No. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go together.”
When I didn’t answer, he added, “It’ll be faster. Only one parking spot to find and you can look over the proposal.”
Giving in, I nodded and kissed him again. “Okay, see you soon.”
