“Sweet fucking Jesus!” was the first thing I said when Preston grabbed my hips, cock slick with lube, and thrust all the way into me. He didn't test the waters or ease himself in, he just entered me in one fell swoop and made me wish I had walked right up to him when I'd first seen him and stuck my tongue down his throat.
“Look up,” he told me and although I could barely breathe through the intense pleasure radiating out from my pussy and swirling around in my belly, I followed his instruction and found myself face to face with my reflection. Not five feet away was a square mirror propped up on a side table and in it, I could see my hair mussy and disheveled and my eyes cloudy with euphoria and the sweet thrill of sex. Sex. Sex.
“Holy shit,” I said – well, drooled. I kind of drooled that.
“Holy shit is right,” Preston said as I watched the shimmer of light on the edge of his glasses, the way he tilted his chin up and bit his lip as I pulsed and squeezed around his cock. “You are so fucking tight.”
“And you're a wolf in sheep's clothing,” I groaned before he screwed the words right out of me and left me absolutely breathless and wanting more, so, so much more. I squeezed my eyes shut, and only opened them because Preston grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head back.
“Watch me fuck you,” he told me as he rode me into oblivion. “Watch me take your virginity.”
“I don't want to,” I whispered as he jerked on my scalp just enough that it was all painful pleasure, hot and stinging, reminding me that my body was a bundle of nerve endings just waiting for the perfect touch.
“Then say what you need to say, Kitty Cat,” he told me and I swear, that was what sent me spiraling over the edge, arching my back like, well, like a cat in heat. The super ripped, nerdy guy I'd been crushing on for far too long was pounding me with a cock that rivaled even the Randy in thickness and far surpassed it in length. In that moment, Quinn and Mystery Man were so far off my radar that it wasn't even funny.
And that's why I almost murdered Preston when he pulled out of me without warning.
“You bitch!” I screamed as I collapsed into the couch and spun around to glare at Preston's well formed jaw, sculpted cheekbones and sensually curved lips (yes, I was ogling, so sue me). “What the – ” I tried to cuss him out, but he took advantage of my open mouth by leaning down and inserting his tongue into the space between hell and fuck you. I groaned into him, leaning forward and tearing at his white T-shirt like some sort of crazed animal.
“Slow down,” Preston said as he pulled back and slid his hands under my ass, lifting me right off the couch with barely a grunt. I slid my arms around his neck and held on for dear life as we moved across the living room as graceful as a pair of dancers. I had to blink several times to stop Rational Andi and Horny Andi from overwhelming me with shouts and cheers of encouragement.
I just lost my friggin' virginity. Shit, well that was easy.
“You're,” I began and didn't know how to finish that sentence when Preston slammed my back into the bedroom door with a quirky little snarl playing about this kissable lips. They didn't look so sweet now. More like deadly. Yes, deadly was the word. “Strong.”
“I've been a boxer for almost ten years now,” he said and I swear to you, I wet myself in the best of ways at that one word. Boxer.
“You're a boxer, too?” I asked, referring to E. who was now disturbingly on my mind again. I wanted to examine Preston's cock, compare it to my dick pic, which was weird, I know. Luckily, I didn't get long to dwell on this eccentricity as my newfound lover was all about getting down to business.
Preston sat me in the black harness and instructed me to grab the two loops that were hanging on either side of my head. He then leaned back and hooked some stirrups around the arches of my feet, all the while stretching each and every movement, every word out, so that it was all a wicked stretch of foreplay.
“Isn't there a learning curve or something?” I whispered breathlessly as Preston teased me with the hard line of his cock, rubbing it across my most sensitive parts as I tried to accustom myself to the fact that I, Andrea Fisher, was sitting in a sex swing of all things. “I mean, shouldn't I be tackling basic moves before I move onto the complicated, kinky stuff?”
“Oh?” Preston asked as he slid a few inches into me and made my hands clench around the straps. “You want to stop and lay on the bed while I remove every bit of your clothing with my teeth, nice and slow, agonizing? While I touch your clit with my fingertips, caress your breasts with my mouth, make you scream for it? And only then will I enter you in a nice, easy missionary position. How does that sound?”
“Actually pretty damn good,” I said. “But this is better.” Preston grinned.
“Good, because it's this first and that later.”
And then he thrust into me fully, found my core and manipulated me to within an inch of my life with long, slow strokes. Preston fucked me deep; he fucked me hard, and behind us, the door shook like it was just seconds away from popping off its hinges.
I woke up in Preston's bed.
Preston's. Bed.
“Oh shit!” I called out as I sat up and dragged the blankets around my chest like a shield. They were white, perfectly crisp and had the slightest scent of laundry detergent clinging to them with gentle, floral fingers. I bit down on the corner of the comforter and tried to slow the thumping of my heart.
What have I done?
Rational Andi: Well, you came over here to ask Preston to protect you from the mysterious 'E.' who I still think is planning on turning you into a lampshade and instead, got ravaged by said protector.
Horny Andi: It was hot though, you have to admit.
Rational Andi: True, it was pretty hot.
“Shush!” I whispered angrily as I tried to figure out what time it was. The room was dark, but there was some faint light streaming in through the curtains on either side of the bed, highlighting a dresser with absolutely zero clutter on the top, a bookcase stuffed to the gills, and a yellow sticky note taped to the back of the closed door. The very same door where Preston screwed the shit out of you. “Preston?” I called tentatively, unsure of 'day after' etiquette. Was this a one night stand or something else?
Rational Andi: That would've been a good question to ask before you let him put his dick in you.
I stood up, blankets still clutched to my chest. They didn't stay there long. Preston Ellis had perfect hospital corners, the kind that grab onto your linens and refuse to let go. I hadn't seen hospital corners like that since I stayed with my grandma the summer before senior year. Jesus Christ. I gave up my shield with a huff, and shuffled forward on naked feet.
“Hello?” I asked as I slid across the perfectly polished floor and paused with my face just inches away from the sticky note. Obviously, I was meant to find it since it had my name on it. I blinked the sex hangover out of my eyes and squinted at the tiny, square print.
At the boxing gym. Preston is with me. Come quick. Sincerely, E.
“Holy fuck,” I said, wondering what the hell was going on.
Horny Andi: Yay, a three way!
I ignored her and ripped the note off the door, found my clothes, and hightailed it the fuck out of there.
I stood outside the gym for a good fifteen minutes, examining the comings and goings of the ripped, tight ass mother fuckers that frequented the old brick building. I even saw Scar Face but decided not to say hi to him when he tossed an evil glare my way.
I shook out my hands and stopped pacing, facing down the burgundy doors with the faded paint for the longest time.
“You can do this, Andi,” I said as I raised my chin, puffed out my chest, and marched in there with a single-minded determination. I had to meet this 'E.' and then I would deal with Preston. That is, if there was anything to deal with. Maybe he'd just go back to gently ignoring me? Force me to stare at his ass in calculus without being able to touch? Too cruel.
I was already pissed by the time I entered the dark, sweaty building
and found Preston in the ring, covered in sweat, muscles contracting as he dodged his opponent with skillful grace and carefully restrained power. Yummy.
“Kick his ass, E.!” one of the dudes on the other side of the ring called out, and although it was very, very difficult to tear my eyes from Preston's nearly perfect form, I did. I let them slide over to his opponent and just froze there.
Aw shit.
Wherever the dick pic had come from, it had not come from this guy who had to be E. (if the shouting dude was any indication). Or if it had, then it had been taken years back when he was in his prime. Many, many years back. He was older, probably in his early fifties, with a hairy back and a pale, almost pasty, belly that while toned, was in no way related to the chiseled beauty that was in my picture. I tried to imagine that gorgeous cock coming out of the old dude's shorts and nearly vomited in my mouth.
Not gonna happen, I thought as Rational Andi guffawed maniacally in the background of my mind. Seriously, this whole hearts and kitty cats Valentine's week was screwing up my game. I was better than this, less desperate than this, surely.
Horny Andi: At least now you can go after Preston full time.
I ignored her, too, and watched as the older man put up his arms in surrender. Sweat was pouring down his skin and while Preston looked hot all slicked up and moist, this guy just looked like he needed to shower. I watched as the two men did one of those weird ass half-hug things that guys do where they punch each other in the back and waited for his eyes to fall on me, for his thin lips to smile, for him to approach me and say, Andi, right? Can I call you Andi? And then I was going to have to tell him no thank you and hope to God that he didn't try to follow me home and kill me. Nice.
“Good fight, E.,” said the pasty man as he lifted off his red, padded helmet and nodded at Preston. As he turned away, his eyes caught on my tits which annoyed the shit out of me, but they didn't linger. In fact, he barely registered me. I gawped at his pube covered back and tried not to look as shocked as I felt. Finally, finally, the signals and the clues and the not-so-subtle hints of the past few days were hitting me, and the truth of the matter was very slowly dawning upon my ridiculous person.
“Nice job, E.!” the dude from across the ring called as Preston made his way over to me and leaned down over the ropes. He wasn't wearing his glasses, but he was looking right into and through me like he could see just fine, smiling a nasty smile that promised horribly delicious things, and dripping tiny droplets of sweat onto the cement floor.
“Thanks for coming,” he said as I stared back at him, at his hard pecs and sculpted belly, his massive biceps and his mussy hair. Fuck.
“You,” I said slowly, feeling rather stupid. I mean, the guy had put his damn dick in me and I hadn't bothered to even look at the fucking thing. If I had, I would've known much, much sooner. “You're the stalker.”
Preston frowned.
“Secret admirer.”
“You sent me a picture of your dick.”
Preston removed his gloves and hopped over the edge of the ring, landing rather gracefully next to me as he rubbed at his white wrapped wrists.
“I thought you'd like that.”
“It was creepy.”
Horny Andi: Liar, liar, pants on fire. You whacked it to that thing more than once.
“You've been staring at me for years, eye raping me every chance you get.”
I gasped and touched a hand to my chest.
“How dare you, you fucking prick,” I said as I tried to control my temper. What he said was true, kind of, so how could I stand here and get all pissy over it?
“I thought you knew it was me all along. Isn't that why you came over to my apartment and played stupid about the whole 'E.' thing?” Preston made quotes with his fingers. When I didn't respond, his eyes got big and round. “Oh my god, you didn't know, you really didn't know.” I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to play it cool.
“Did, too.”
“Did not.”
“Did, too.”
“What's E. stand for?” he asked with a smirk as he stepped in closer to me and made my nostrils flare at the warm, heady masculine scent of sweat and sex. Holy shit.
“Ellis,” I said proudly.
“Lucky guess,” Preston said as he slid his warm, wet hand across my jaw and tangled his fingers in my hair.
“No such thing as luck,” I said as he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me with a hot, slick tongue and a gentle scrape of his teeth over my lower lip. “All skill.”
“Speaking of skill … ”
“Oh God, Preston! Yes!” I shouted as my stalker – shit, secret admirer – thrust me into the metal lockers at my back and then proceeded to spin us around and slam me into a tiled wall near the showers. “Don't stop,” I growled as I nibbled at the warm skin of his neck and tried not to let out full blown screams in the middle of the locker room. We were alone for now, but I had a feeling that if I let out the kind of bloodcurdling screech that was crouching in the back of my throat, folks would come running.
“Shh,” Preston whispered as he somehow managed to maneuver us into the shower stall and close the curtain behind us. Thank God for coed locker rooms, I thought as we gained our bit of privacy in the nick of time. Seconds after Preston started slamming me balls to the wall, a group of guys entered the locker room laughing and joking about God only knows what. I sure as hell wasn't listening.
“Oh shit, Preston,” I groaned as he thrust into me hot and hard, grinding our hips together at the same time he was reaching around me and switching on the faucet. Warm water cascaded over us and stuck my clothes to my body, plastered my bangs over my eyes and still, I couldn't have cared less. Heat was building up down below, climbing the ladder of my spine up to my brain and exploding in brilliant color behind my eyes. “Fuck me harder!”
“Much as I like the words that are coming out of your dirty, fucking mouth,” Preston said, pausing his oh so perfect rhythm long enough that I wanted to stab him in the eye with my nail. “You have to be quiet. We have company.”
“Fuck you,” I said as I spit out a bit of water at him and watched a smile spread across his mouth, evil and dirty as sin. Some nerd, I thought as he pulled away and let my feet drop to the floor. That whole nice guy thing was a bit of a sham. Preston Ellis is a fucking pervert.
“If you can't keep quiet, we'll have to move on to a different activity,” he said and his voice, for a split second, was sweet as pie, nice and gooey, gentle. Then he was reaching out and grasping me by the shoulders, pushing me down to my knees hard. I hit the tiles with a curse and a small surge of pain. Again, it was just enough to tease my senses, to remind me that I was alive, and not enough to freak me out or damage my body. Oh my god, I think this shit is getting me off. I had a sudden and irrational fear that I was going to turn into Anastasia Steele and start spouting off things about my inner goddess and referring to my fucking cunt as down there.
“Stop,” I said as Preston began to slide his condom off, one painful inch at a time.
“The word is kitten, remember?” he said and then he was tearing the rubber off and flashing me with the dick from my pic. You know when you get a package (pun intended) in the mail and go to review it online and there's always that option that says, Was this item as described? Well, Preston's cock was a real life replica of that perfect picture, long and curved and glimmering with a silver ring.
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. I wanted to suck him off, watch him shudder in my mouth, but I had to put a brief stop to this, just long enough that I could think. I hadn't been doing a whole lot of that since yesterday, so wrapped up was I in this whole secret admirer/Quinn/sex trip I'd been on. There was more to me than just this, sure. I was a kick ass checker player, a fond patron of rare cheeses, and a complete and utter sucker for poorly written romance novels. I had to know that Quinn was after more than just some pet he could parade around on command.
“Kitten,” I said and I nearly cried when
Preston sighed and squatted down next to me. I reached out and brushed some wet hair from his forehead, desperately wishing that he had on his glasses. Somehow those made him seem easier to talk to.
“What's the matter, Pussy Cat?” he asked and I couldn't help but shiver. “Are we moving too fast?”
“I'm not here to play submissive for you,” I said and Preston blinked his big, brown eyes back at me like I was an idiot. It was hard to focus on them when his nipples looked so pert and yummy in the steamy air of the shower. “I don't mind a bit of rough sex,” I continued and didn't even blush when I said it. “But I'm not a toy.”
Rational Andi: Told you. You're a fucking perv.
Horny Andi: I know, right? Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to pash either one of us.
I told my inner voices to go screw themselves (in the privacy of my own brain, thank you very much) and watched Preston carefully as his smile lost some of its heat and took on some of that studious confidence that had attracted me to him before.
“You know when I first knew that I liked you,” he began as he ran his tongue across his moist lips. Swoon. “When you gave that presentation in Intro to Genetics.” I stared at him for a long moment while the guys outside our shower stall snapped at one another with wet towels and engaged in other questionable behavior.
“I don't get it,” I admitted as my body pulsed and begged me to cut the crap and save the heart to hearts for after the big O.
“I could tell you were strong,” he continued. “The way you spoke, the conviction in your voice, the confidence in your face. We can play rough, but trust me, I'd never want to break you.”
“Is this just about sex?” I ventured. I mean, I wasn't going to get down on my knees and beg the guy to marry me, but I also knew that I wanted to explore a relationship outside of just the bedroom. I think that's why I'd been so hesitant to hook up with Quinn, despite my intense attraction to the man. I had a feeling that all he really wanted was to bang bodies.
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