Page 22 of Rematch
“Bad girl,” he drawled in that deep dark-chocolate voice of his, backing up those sexy words with a smack to her ass. It shocked more than stung, and she instantly tried to think of ways she could encourage him to expand on the spanking.
He pulled away from her, pushing gently on her shoulders until she was standing next to the bed. Sitting in front of her, he reached for her hips. “Take off your jeans, Joy.”
She smiled at his nickname for her.
Chelsea unfastened the button, then slid the zipper down. She shimmied the tight denim over her hips as Preston watched from his front-row seat on the side of the mattress. The jeans fell to the floor, but Preston’s grip on her hips didn’t allow her to bend over to take them off. She tried to toe them and her shoes off, but skinny jeans were unforgiving.
She struggled for a few moments before Preston shifted off the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of her.
Chelsea leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself when he lifted one foot, then the other, freeing her of her shoes, socks, and jeans.
All that was left between her and complete nudity was her panties. Not that they lasted long.
Preston didn’t bother to rise. Instead, his fingers slipped beneath the elastic, sliding them over her hips and down.
“Preston,” she whispered, his name ending on a sharp gasp when he leaned forward, stroking his fingers along her wet slit. Her heart began to race when he shifted even closer, pushing her thighs apart.
She shivered as his tongue traveled the same path his fingers had just taken.
Holy shit.
The way Preston devoured her, his low hums and moans, turning her on as much as his actions. She ran her fingers through his light brown hair.
He lifted his face to hers, and she couldn’t help being disappointed, thinking he was done. He hadn’t even touched her clit.
Then he said, “Lift one of your feet to the bed. I need more room to work.”
She laughed breathlessly when he followed that demand with a wink and the world’s most charming smile.
God, this man was dangerous. Not in a scary way but in an “I could fall so hard and fast” way.
She lifted her left foot, slightly afraid she wouldn’t be able to maintain her balance.
Once again, Preston seemed to have an inside track to her thoughts. “I won’t let you fall,” he reassured her, just before he leaned forward. This time, he found her clit, his tongue homing in on it like it had its own GPS. He sucked it into his mouth so perfectly, she saw stars.
Chelsea regained her grip on his shoulders, needing the extra support as her knee went weak.
“Preston! I…God…”
He nipped at her clit with his teeth at the same time he drove two fingers inside her throbbing pussy.
She cried out loudly as she came, silently hoping no one was staying in the hotel rooms next to theirs. She’d never been a noisy lover, but there was no way she could control her volume.
Not when…
“Fuck!” she shouted in bliss as Preston eased a third finger in along with the second two, as her orgasm waned. He was stretching her just beyond her comfort level, but then she recalled the bulge in his jeans. Maybe that was intentional?
Allyson had nailed it earlier.
Because it was definitely the best. Night. Ever.
She was right there on the verge of coming again. Her breathing was so labored, begging wasn’t an option at this point.
“Ahh,” she cried, just about to go over again when Preston pulled his fingers out and backed away.
Her eyes had been closed, but they flew open, her hands reaching out to grab whatever she could to bring him back. “No! I was?—”
Her world went topsy-turvy as Preston rose from the floor, flipping her around and then back, pushing her onto the bed.
