On the fourth time, I whisper against his skin, “I like that you’re showing me this side of you.”
He squirms, and I don’t think it’s discomfort, not entirely—embarrassment, maybe, considering the redness creeping up his neck. My theory is confirmed when he slams his forearm against the center of my chest. “Shut up.”
“Don’t be shy.”
“Who the fuck is shy?” He face-palms me. “I’ll choke you with your own arrogance.”
“My biggest fear.” I chuckle against his hand, and I think it trembles before he removes it.
“It better be.” He clears his throat before he looks to the side. “Aren’t you going to…”
“To what?”
“You know what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Pull out.” He grunts out the words, his skin brightening to a deep shade of red.
“Hmm.” I roll my hips. “I like it here just fine.”
“You—” He bites his lower lip, but I can hear the faint moan he was trying to kill. “How the hell are you even getting hard this soon?”
“You are, too.” I rub my stomach over his thickening cock, and this time, the moan rips out of him loud and clear.
“I’m hypersexual,” he says with a dismissive tone.
“Maybe I am, too.”I’m not. If anything, I can go without sex for months.
But the thought of not touching Preston for mere days makes my body tight with pent-up frustration.
Technically, what I told him isn’t a lie. Iamhypersexual when it comes to him.
Apparently, I’mPreston-sexual.
Something dark and gloomy settles deep in his eyes as he murmurs, “Why?”
“Do I need a reason to be hypersexual?”
“Yes, you do.” His tone is dead, almost as if it’s coming from underground.
“What’s yours, then?” I ask in a low voice.
He shrugs but says nothing, looking to the side to where my trophies are, blatantly hiding from me.
Shutting me out.
I liked it better when he was showing me his vulnerabilities as I pounded him into oblivion. Now, I’m faced withthis cold, inflexible persona that only knows how to shove me away.
“Can you get off me?” he murmurs. “I need to clean up.”
“I’ll do it.” I pull out slowly, feeling my cum slipping out of his hole, the sensation erotic as fuck.
But not as much as when his ass clenches around me as he moans softly.
I can’t help the groan that leaves me as I reluctantly straighten and stand up.
The view that greets me when I pause at the foot of the bed is straight-up porn.
