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“Get on your knees.”
Preston’s eyes darkened, a hint of a smile on those full lips. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a kiss I didn’t protest. I softly moaned as his tongue flirted with mine, and I didn’t even care that he’d disobeyed my order. I wanted to sink into him, to claim that smart-assed mouth.
But Preston nipped at my lip and pulled away, that teasing grin back as he whispered, “Yes, sir.”
Then promptly dropped to his knees at my feet.
Fuck. Yes.It was wrong to want this right here, right now, but desire had overtaken me to the point that I wasn’t thinkingstraight. All I knew was I wanted his mouth on me, and I wanted him to swallow every bit I gave him.
My restless cock jerked as I moved my hands to my belt, but Preston shoved them away.
“Mine,” he said, that one word coming out in a possessive growl as he pulled the end of my belt free from the loop.
Jesus, he was unbelievable. So impeccably put together, with his dark hair styled back from his face and the sleeves of his cream cable-knit sweater pushed up his forearms, the floor of the storage closet dirtying up the knees of his blue chinos…
The sound of Preston lowering my zipper was all I could hear over the rapid beat of my heart. He wasn’t taking his time and drawing this out, something my impatient dick was grateful for.
With a quick shove, he had my pants and briefs down my thighs, and then he wrapped his fingers around me, and my head fell back with a thud against the door.
Preston bit back a grin, looking up at me from under hooded lids. “Quiet, Mr. Carrington. Or I’ll have to stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
He swiped his tongue over the head of my dick, seriously testing my ability to remain quiet. Faint voices from the ballroom filtered in through the cracks, reminding us that we weren’t alone. Not even close.
And yet somehow that was a thrilling thought. There was no reason we should be in here. There were too many people, peopleIwas in charge of, and instead of being out there handing out orders, I was giving them privately to Preston.
This was so wrong.
But I didn’t want to stop.
Preston cradled the base of my cock in both hands and lowered his mouth onto me, and I drew in a sharp breath. Wet heat enveloped me inch by glorious inch, and all the whilehe kept his eyes on me, watching. Measuring my response. Adjusting accordingly to drive me out of my fucking mind.
I reached for him, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair, but then cursed and dropped my hand. I was already making a mess of his mouth—it would be too much to do the same to his hair.
So I kept my hands on the door, pressing my fingertips so hard against it that I’d be surprised if I didn’t find remnants of the wood underneath my nails later. I arched my hips, wanting more of that sinful tongue sliding along my length.
He felt so good. Too good. The way he sucked me so deep made me forget where we were,whowe were.
“God, that mouth,” I said, keeping my voice low.
He swallowed around me, and the sensation on my dick was unbelievable. Before I could stop myself, I gripped the back of his head, not sure whether to hold him there or pull him away.
Preston’s cheeks hollowed out as he drew his mouth off me, continuing to pump his fist as he looked up, awaiting my instruction.
He was so beautiful. So submissive in that moment. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Preston smirked and dove back on me with hungry pulls of my cock. I didn’t know where he’d learned to suck a man off so well, but I wasn’t his first, and that thought filled me with such an irrational stab of jealousy that I twisted my fingers in his short strands, hauling him to his feet.
Confusion filled his glazed eyes, but I tightened my grip on the back of his neck and tugged him forward to close the inches between us. Our mouths crashed together, giving me a taste of myself on Preston’s tongue.
That’s right,I thought with satisfaction.That’s me you’ve been sucking.Mycum you’ll be swallowing every last drop of. No one else.
Possessive fire rolled through me as I tried to sate whatever green-eyed monster had risen inside me by devouring his mouth. These weren’t the languid, exploring kisses from his time in my bed. They were ravenous, desperate. Preston seemed just as eager, like he couldn’t get enough of me either.
My sensitive cock grazed the bottom of his sweater, and I hissed out a breath, breaking our kiss. Whatever that moment of ludicrous jealousy had been, finally eased, and I grinned savagely as I pushed Preston back down to his knees.
“Make me come,” I said breathlessly.
