Page 49 of Revenge Puck

“God, yes.” He pushes himself against me harder, the soft fabric of his pants rubbing against the crotch of my damp panties. “You have no idea how much I want you. Every time I see you, I get so damn hard. Touching you, tasting you, it’s all I can think about.”

With that confession, I grab the sides of Preston’s face to bring it to down to mine. As soon as our lips connect, his tongue seeks mine, thrusting deep, mimicking the movement of our lower bodies.

Preston grips my thigh, holding it tightly to his hip. When he must be confident that I have no plans to lower it, his big, warm palm slides down, grunting into my mouth when he grabs a handful of my bottom. “I need to see more of this perfect ass.” He squeezes it a few times before a thick finger slides underneath the strip of fabric running between my cheeks. He moves lower and lower until… “God, you’re soaking wet,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Since the second your lips touched my neck,” I confess.

His lips leave mine to find that spot underneath my ear again while his hand runs back up, over my hip, to shove down the front of my panties.

“Oh god!” I cry out when his thumb brushes my clit. Grabbing Preston’s arm, I clutch it tight while squirming as much as I can against the door, seeking more contact. His thick finger teases lower before it wiggles inside of me, making me gasp.

“This…oh…this was supposed to be…fake,” I remind him and myself as the warm, liquid pressure builds in my lower belly.

“I know. Fuck, I know that,” Preston agrees. His mouth sucks on my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“And…you’re leaving…tonight after the game.”

Not even that truth can chase away my release that’s at this very moment barreling toward me like a bullet train. I’m going to come on his fingers and then…then what happens?

Those thoughts fade away as my muscles tighten around his finger and I explode. I hold his arm tight, keeping it where I need it as I cry out through the pleasurable waves.

Preston’s lips tug at my neck as if trying to draw out the ecstasy longer.

All too soon, the intense sensation begins to fade.

I want more. Need more.

I reach for the front elastic of Preston’s pants, but his hand slips from my panties to grab my wrist, stopping me.

“You don’t want me to…” I trail off when his mouth and his tongue returns to duel with mine.

“I want it all,” Preston says when he finally pulls back to look at my face. “But I’m leaving tonight. I would need more than one time with you, cupcake. You deserve so much more than one fucking time.”

And while his words soften the blow, it still doesn’t change what Preston’s doing.

He’s rejecting me.

Preston

God, I want to be inside of Elle so damn bad. My dick is weeping at the thought.

But my head is putting on the brakes.

I don’t want to have a meaningless, one-time romp with Elle. That wouldn’t be fair to her, even if she says it’s what she wants right now.

So, despite how badly I want more, I have to stop this before things go further than a kiss and an orgasm for her.

Elle is still hung up on Riley’s sorry ass. They just ended things, so I don’t want to rush her into something with me. Not to mention that I’m not sure if my ego is ready for the comparison.

I don’t have any recent practice in bed. What if it’s not good for Elle? I don’t want her to compare me to that son of a bitch.

Of course, Riley’s probably great at sex since he’s been with hordes of women while I’ve not been near a woman’s body in years. That I remembered where the clit was is a miracle.

“I wish I could rip your dress off and throw you on the bed,” I tell Elle honestly. “You have no idea how much I want to do that. But…I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Her eyes lower to the erection jutting out of my pajama pants, proving I very muchcan.

“I, we, shouldn’t. I’ve got the game tonight and have this thing about not…indulging right before.”

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