“Around eight thirty,” I say, laying my hand on his waist, the other still stroking his hair.
Preston seems kind of distracted by what I said and doesn’t focus on how my palm is roaming up his body, along the scales of the serpent on his side.
The sheet is somewhere at the foot of the bed after Preston kicked it away, and I just left it there.
I’m a warm sleeper anyway, and Preston seemed to only need my body heat during the night.
“I slept for that long?”
“Yeah,” I say, even though the question seemed more directed at himself.
“I usually can’t.” His husky voice sounds in awe.
“No?”
“No. I watchTom and Jerryfor hours on end to fall asleep.”
I chuckle, raising a brow. “Tom and Jerry, really?”
“Really.” He glares even though red tints his ears. “You better not judge me.”
“I’m not.” I slide my hand a little higher. “WhyTom and Jerry?”
He stares at the door, his breath hitching, then slides his gaze to the ceiling, and his voice sounds distant. “They remind me of the stars. They drown out the noise, and it feels…comforting.”
“What…noise?”
His head jerks in my direction, and his eyes widen before he hides behind the facade he wears so well. “Just noise, I guess. Anyway, it’s rare for me to sleep so soundly for hours.”
“Well, you did. You were even snoring.”
“I donotsnore,” he says, sounding so adorably offended, I want to eat him up.
“You were drooling, too.”
“I don’t drool!”
“If you say so.” I grin, ruffling his hair, and his expression ignites with fire.
Then, in a fraction of a second, he jerks up and straddles my waist, slamming my wrist against the headboard. “You have a death wish?”
“Not really.” I grab his waist with my free hand and slam him down until his hardening cock grinds on mine. “Mmm. I do have another wish, though.”
“Oh, fuck.” He rubs himself on my cock, back and forth, the friction through our boxer briefs making it hot and heavy.
“That’s it, baby. Want to ride me?”
“Why does this feel good? Why do you feel so goddamn…fuck… Ungh.”
“Move your hips…yes, just like that…” I thrust against him from the bottom.
“Holy shit…”
My balls fill up just at the view of him looking soheartbreakingly beautiful with that snake looped all over his right side and arm.
“What does this mean?” I ask in a moan as his cock drags around mine. “The snake?”
“Um…unghh…it’s someone from the past.”
