Pucking Parker (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 1)

Couches line most of the space, several flat screen TV’s are on the wall. Gaming chairs are on the floor in front of the largest TV. Controllers and game consoles are scattered in front of a table. An old school Pac Man machine is in the corner of the room.

“What are we doing in here?”

Preston locks the door behind us. “I can’t wait another second.”

Before I can protest having sex in a frat house, Preston lifts me up by my ass, pushing my back into the wall. He cups the side of my face with his hand. Our mouths are so close the heat from his breath warms my lips. A sudden chill rolls down my arms, pointing my nipples. They’re painfully sore and begging for his mouth.

Preston doesn’t waist another second. He leans in and sucks on my bottom lip. His kisses are slow and deliberate, so sensual, before he invades my mouth with his tongue. Now, he’s more forceful, aggressive. The Preston Parker I can’t seem to deny.

I slide my hand from his neck to the back of his head to deepen the kiss. Because no amount of closeness is never enough when it comes to Preston. He growls into my mouth. I moan into his. It’s pure perfection, apart from the location. But I could care less. I’m so wet for him my juices are sliding down my inner thigh.

We stay this way for a while before he walks over to the couch with my legs around him. He lowers us to the couch, and I’m on top, straddling his thick, muscular thighs. I love his body, every inch of toned perfection.

He reaches behind me to unzip my dress and peels down the top. His eyes light up when he sees I’m not wearing a bra. Without hesitation, he grabs my breasts in his calloused hands and shoves his face between them.

I moan as he peppers my skin with kisses, and he grunts in response. He says he loves the sounds I make. Well, he’s ripping plenty of moans from my lips right now.

His thick cock pokes my thigh through his jeans. I want him inside me again so bad, my pussy clenches from the promise. Pushing up his shirt, I smooth my hand over his stomach. Once I get my hands on him, I can’t stop myself from touching every part of him.

He stops sucking on my nipples, long enough to sit back to allow me to pull his shirt over his head. Next, I work on the button of his jeans. Because I want these off, too, no clothing separating us.

I slide off his lap to step out of my dress and panties, leaving them on the floor by my feet. He raises his hips to remove his jeans and boxers, his eyes watching my every movement. My breath catches in my throat when his hard cock springs free. He’s so long and thick I’m salivating.

I drop to my knees, making room for myself between his legs, and wrap my hands around him, because he’s too big to fit in just one. He makes a hissing sound and closes his eyes for a split-second. Leaning forward, I stick out my tongue to make contact with his sensitive skin.

“Damn, Bex.” He fists my hair between his fingers. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

Staring up at him, I comply with his request, taking him inch by inch. He growls. Preston rocks his hips, greedy for more of my mouth. And I give it to him. Because I like seeing the carnal look in his eyes. Love listening to the sounds he makes. Most of all, I love being the one to do this to him.

When I feel his cock pulse in my mouth, he tells me to stop before he comes. And then he’s lifting me into his lap again, quickly rolling on a condom on before he slams into me.

“Preston,” I whimper as he stretches me out, filling me completely. My palms fall to his chest, my nails digging into his skin.

Preston does the same to my hips as he moves with me, controlling the rhythm. He glances down at his cock sliding in and out of my dripping wet pussy. And when his eyes meet mine once more, there’s a fire brewing behind them. One look from him ignites a deep-seated hunger inside me.

He doesn’t make his usual dirty comments. Not like last time. I’ve never seen him so focused, so determined.

“Preston,” I whisper, and he bites his lip. I say his name again and he grunts, dragging his teeth along his lip again. “Keep moaning my name.” He grips my ass cheeks with his hand and fucks me harder.

I do as he says, and he quickens the pace. A wave of cold flushes through my body, replaced by an intense heat that licks my skin. My hold on his cock tightens, and his eyes flicker with acknowledgment. He knows I’m about to come and rubs my clit, with a cocky smirk on his face, stealing an earth-shattering orgasm from me.