Possess Me Slowly (Shattered 2)

Then there was this Preston…

“You want me,” I whispered.

It was a mindless notion, but I saw it on his face. The fire in his eyes. That look.

I knew he wanted me—hoped he did. I was learning his demeanor quickly and reading him was getting easier. But I wanted to hear him say it. Needed to. Because what I was feeling for him was traveling beyond the other side of “want,” and it was starting to scare me.

There was an unspoken connection between us. Some things needed explaining, others were left for later. We seemed to understand that reasonably well. One thing I was picking up on was that while Preston was honest, he had secrets. I just had to know how to ask the right questions to get them out. This was a business deal after all. An elegant game. One didn’t offer up something for free, that much I have learned.

“Do you enjoy hearing me state the obvious, sweetheart?” His tone held a slight playfulness but his expression was dead serious. He peeled open his shirt, leaving smooth skin and muscles and oh my…a tent in his pants that made my mouth water.

Focus!

“I want something from you,” I said, running my fingers between my br**sts.

“Of course you do.”

“I want time. You and I. Tomorrow. Just us.”

He paused and looked at me. If I wanted more of Preston, I needed to get to know him. Show him I was trustworthy beyond our agreement because there was a lot hidden beneath his exterior that I wanted to uncover. And if tonight was any indicator, there was a lot I wasn’t informed about.

“Done.”

I smiled and reached behind me to unzip my dress. I let the front skate across my arms and down, skimming a little past my hips, then let the material fall to the floor.

It sounded like he muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

I was feeling particularly sexy because the light yellow silk bra and panties matched the dress I had worn. I unpinned my hair and let it fall loose down my back. It hit me then—the reason I was feeling confident had nothing to do with my lingerie. It was his gaze on me. He made me feel sexy. Beautiful. Wanted.

“Your legs…” He walked my direction then hit his knees right before me. “So f**king long.” He ran his palm from my shin to my thigh. “Look at all this creamy skin.” He leaned in and placed a hot kiss on my knee, then trailed his tongue higher. “Like vanilla cream.”

Looking up my body he bit my inner thigh and I jumped a little. He was doing it again. Making my brain completely at odds with my body. He knelt before me like he was worshiping me. Cherishing me. I almost sobbed because it was such a good feeling.

His warmth, his praise, his attention. He was here with me, completely and totally. Silently reminding me that I wasn’t alone. I felt the same way after the night in his office when we signed the contract. Even more so after the Amory event. That was why the next morning threw me. Hurt me. Because it was so different. That distance had crept back between us.

I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away. I had his time tomorrow. He couldn’t run. And if he tried to keep a distance, I’d still have him in the same room and at least get some questions answered. For now, this was enough, because hopefully this was progress.

I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered, “Take me to bed.”

Looking up at me and grinning, he clamped his arms around my knees and shot to his feet, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I shrieked in surprise. He walked to the bed and tossed me down.

I sat up, supporting my weight with my hands on the mattress behind me and stretched my legs out.

“Take off your pants,” I said.

He stood at the end of the bed and raised an eyebrow. “Ordering me around now?”

“Just a suggestion. It would be helpful for you to be naked for what I have in mind,” I teased, deliberately flicking my tongue to taste my lips.

A deep rumble broke from his chest as he unfastened his belt and removed his pants. Standing in all his glory was every edible inch of Preston Strauss, but there were several inches I wanted to taste first.

“Come here.” I reclined backward, resting my weight on my forearms.

He climbed onto the bed. The dark gleam in his eyes was that of a man intrigued. Preston didn’t get ordered around a lot, but in this moment, he let me issue the commands.

Crawling up my body, his knees on either side of my legs, he didn’t stop until he was at my hips.

“I said, come here.” I lifted my chin. He scooted higher up my body until he straddled my chest and his impressive c**k bobbed right in front of my face. Giving him the wickedest smile I could, I locked my eyes on his and opened my mouth.

“You asked me once if this was real…” He fisted his c**k and ran the crown along my lower lip. “Now I’m the one wondering if this is a dream.”

I flicked my tongue out and tasted him. Hot steel encased in velvet. He removed his hand, resting his c**k on my open mouth, so I closed it around him and sucked hard. He hissed and threaded his fingers through my hair.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.”

Pressing further, I took more of him, raining my tongue along the underside of his c**k as I went. The grip he had in my hair was tightening. Not enough to hurt me, but I knew he was on the brink. I wanted to be that for him. The place he could lose himself in.

I retreated, leaving a shiny trail on his thick length, proof of where I had been. Laving at the tip, I sucked the crown just enough to get his hips rocking toward me, seeking more. Exactly what I was going for.

“Take me,” I said, and gave a loving kiss on his beautiful cock. He frowned down at me, gently massaged my scalp, as if silently gauging my seriousness.

“Take me,” I said again, licking him from base to tip, then opened my mouth once more. Waiting for him. “However you want.”

With a firm grasp on either side of my head, he slowly pushed his hips forward, impaling his c**k between my lips. Breathing through my nose, I relaxed every muscle. He must have felt it because he pressed deeper. The crown bumped against the back of my throat and he groaned.

“Look at you.” He stroked his thumb along my cheekbone. “Taking me deep.”

He pulled almost all the way out then thrust back inside. I moaned around him. My pu**y clenched for something to fill me, but there was only emptiness.

“You like this?” He moved in and out, slowly at first, then picking up pace. “Me f**king this pretty mouth of yours?”

I nodded and sucked at him greedily. A thin sheen of sweat broke over his tan chest and every inward glide caused his abdominals to flex so hard they nearly cut out of his skin. My God, he was gorgeous. The way he moved was like watching live art and I had a front row seat.