Page 76 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
He doesn't at first, but when I squeeze his calloused palm he finally glances at me.
"You know I care about you too right?" I question. "I'm not sure if you forgot about the fact that I was basically panting after you for those first few days or not but that hasn't gone away."
I never have been good at the beating around the bush.
"Yeah? I mean I know I'm not a witch or anything—"
"No, you're my Preston and you're in this with me."
Hey, I’m already bonded to the other two, may as well stake my claim with him too.
A panty melting smirk curls his lips, and instead of saying anything, he reaches over and unhooks my seatbelt.
"What the—" I exclaim as he effortlessly plucks me from my seat behind the wheel and into his lap.
"I just want you to myself for a little bit," he murmurs, his lips trailing over my skin just barely. My pussy floods at feeling his warm breath wash over my glitter-covered-now-dried body.
"Mhm," I murmur back, unable to think as his hands grab hold of my ass tightly.
Rocking up into me, his hard cock rolls over my sensitive clit. A breathy gasp leaves me, lightning shooting through me at the contact.
“I was hoping I would get a bit of alone time with you, even in the thick of everything,” he whispers roughly.
His pace doesn’t slow, our bodies moving and grinding together. It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, we’re fully clothed in the tight passenger seat of my car.
But knowing we’re in public and the fact that he continues to whisper sinfully delicious things in my ears… my body winds tightly, craving more.
“As soon as this is over, I can’t wait to sink into that addictive pussy. To hear you moan my name and to feel you claw up my back again. Would you like that, Nora?”
“Fuck yes.”
My response is thick with need, a bead of sweat trickling down my back as I hold tight to Preston. A surge of pleasure rips through me as he fuses his lips to the side of my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.
“Preston—” I start, but he rolls over my clit with his cock and the lightning pulsing through me sends me straight into the blissful pool of release.
Shuddering, I fist his shirt in my hands, my eyes rolling back as I wait for the waves to pass.
“You sure you’re not a witch because that’s some fucking magic right there,” I exclaim, my voice breathy as I struggle to catch my breath. Preston laughs, his dimples appearing as he smiles at me.
“Not a witch, just extremely motivated to make you come,” he counters, kissing me deeply. "But I guess we better get back and handle this twat of a boss," he murmurs against my lips, chuckling as I groan.
"Ugh, yes. Let's go deal with this bitch."
Clamoring unladylike back over the center console, I get settled behind the wheel, ready to face the network with my odd, mismatched coven.
The drive goes quickly, and before I know it I’m pulling into the back drive of the Porter family residence.
Well… guess we're a bit later than Bellamy and Kai, I note when I spot Bellamy's car in the drive and the two of them standing outside of my small, one-bedroom home on the property.
Oops.
"Yeah, oops is right," Bellamy hisses out loud when I walk up. It’s not until I see his very prevalent bulge trapped behind the denim of his jeans that I realize what happened.
He got to witness me get off and couldn't do anything about it.
"Yeah, I fucking did, Princess. Now, will you let the rest of us in on the fucking problem?"
"Don't yell at her," Kai snaps, glaring at Bellamy. The two of them stand off with one another as I unlock my front door.
