Page 45 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

A low rumble of a laugh comes from deep in his chest as he picks up the vibrator. It looks small compared to his large hand.

“Tell me what you were thinking about as you fucked yourself with this.” His voice is gruff and intense. I wait for him to press the tip of the vibrator to my clit, but instead, he catches me off guard and runs it over my hip.

“No,” I answer, pushing my thighs open a few more inches.

He notices the movement immediately by the way he sucks in a breath as a reaction. “Goddamn,” he mutters under his breath.

“I need more,” I plead, my entire body lighting up because of the way he moves up to circle my nipples with the head of the vibrator.

“I’ll give you more, rebel. I promise. But first, answer my question. Were you thinking about me while you touched yourself?”

I shake my head, fighting the urge to reach between my legs and touch myself if he won’t.

“Not only a rebel but a liar, too.” Preston shifts on the bed, placing his thigh between mine. His warm hand hits my inner thigh as he pushes my legs wide open. There’s no hiding from him now—not that I want to.

“You said you weren’t going to touch me,” I tease, stifling a moan as he trails the vibrator down my abdomen.

“If you can lie, then I can, too.” He proves his point by digging his fingertips into my skin, letting his pointer finger drag dangerously close to where I need the relief.

He keeps his hand against my thigh while his other finally guides the vibrator to my clit. This time, he doesn’t tease me by only circling it once. He circles it again and again, finally giving me exactly what I want—except it still doesn’t feel like enough.

“More,” I plead. My fingers grip the comforter as he inches just the tip of the toy into me.

“So greedy. Am I not doing enough for you, rebel? Does it not feel good?”

The moan that falls from my lips is loud and unapologetic. I’m so thankful no one is in this house but the two of us because I’ve never felt so many delicious sensations at once—and it feels like he’s barely even begun.

“It feels good, so good that I need more.”

He inches the vibrator in a little further. His knuckle brushes against me in the process, making me moan all over again. “Like this?” he asks, sliding it in and out.

All I can do is nod. I want to keep my eyes open so I can watch the intense way he focuses on every single one of my reactions, but everything is too much, and my eyelids flutter shut.

“This is so fucking sexy.” I love the deep raspiness to his voice. I never would’ve guessed he’d be so vocal when being intimate. He’s been so quiet in our time together, letting me do most of the talking. But right now, as he has me completely naked with my thighs spread wide for him, he’s driving me wild with every dirty thing he says.

“You going to come for me, rebel?” he continues, his fingertips digging into my skin so deep it’s almost painful. I wonder if him keeping them pressed there is the only thing keeping him restrained.

“I’m close,” I whisper, unable to form many words beyond those.

“Last night, I went back to the room I was staying in and had to take a cold shower so I could rid my brain of dirty, filthy visions of you.”

My eyes pop open with his admission. “You did?” My words come out short because of the building orgasm.

“Of course, I did.” He licks his lips again. “How could I not? Look at you.”

Goosebumps pop up all over my skin. I’m so close to being sent over the edge.

As if he can read me like an open book, his hand finds the back of my neck as he pulls our lips together. I hadn’t realized how desperate I was to feel his lips against mine until he kisses me again. His tongue works against mine as he continues to push the vibrator in and out of me.

“Preston.” He swallows my moans, not letting up in the way he kisses me or the way he fucks me with the toy.

My back arches off the bed as his fingers tangle in my hair. The orgasm ricochets through my entire body. It’s so intense that my head falls backward as the waves crash over me. Preston uses my inability to do anything but focus on the orgasm to kiss along my throat. He nips and sucks at the tender skin of my neck. It’s like he wants to make sure I feel him everywhere as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

He moves the vibrator in and out of me, making sure I enjoy every last second of my orgasm. When my body goes lax, he slowly pulls it out, clicking the top to turn it off.

“I’m going to have to watch you come again, but with my cock buried deep inside you.”

I moan, seconds after finding release and already turned on by the mental picture. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep,” I manage to get out despite my voice being breathless.

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