Page 64 of Tantalizing Kings

I go with it, grinding back against him. He groans in my ear and I smile. My eyes close again while I enjoy the feeling of his hands on my body. He’s not greedy or pushy, but takes his time to enjoy me without being overly touchy.

The feeling of someone watching me has my eyes popping open. In the dark corner of the room, Preston sits on a chair, a drink in hand as he stares at me.

My stomach drops at the sight of the girl on his lap. Because she’s not just sitting, the way her hips are moving, I know he’s fucking her.

Why does that feel like a betrayal to me?Grayson said they weren't going to have sex with anyone, knowing they’re going to be with me. So, why is he?

I don’t have the right to be mad that Preston isn’t sticking to that deal. Why should he? I’m nothing to him. He’s made that clear, so why wouldn’t he sleep with other women?

All of those thoughts make me feel like I’m going to puke as well as fill me with white-hot jealousy. Can’t he just keep it in his fucking pants? He’s going to get to have as much sex with me as he wants when it’s his turn. It’s like he can’t go a day without getting off.

And why do his eyes have to be on me while another girl rides his dick? He’s such an asshole.

But then the guy who I’m dancing with brings his hand over my belly, inching lower. I let him go down, down, down until I see a flash of anger on Preston’s face. It only lasts for a second, but I saw it.

I smile on the inside, knowing this is probably a bad idea, and I’m going to blame it on the alcohol because, let’s be honest, I wouldn’t do most of the things I do drunk when I’m sober.

This man is practically a stranger, and I have no idea where his fingers have been, so I’m not stupid enough to let him put them inside me. But I do take his wrist and bring his hand down to cup my pussy over my dress.

I’m already worked up over what Declan and I did, so why not use Paul’s hand to get off on.

Paul groans again, grinding his dick into my ass harder as we move to the music. His fingers start to move over my clothes covered clit, and I give him points for actually knowing where it is with all these layers in the way.

The pressure is perfect, and I start to rock my hips as a spark of pleasure hits me.

I see it, the twitch in Preston’s eyes, the tick in his jaw.

Preston grips the girl who’s riding him and starts to move her faster on his dick. But his eyes never leave me. They move from my eyes down to where Paul’s hand moves against my pussy and back up to me.

I allow myself to believe he’s jealous, and fuck, it makes me hotter. I moan, trying not to close my eyes and instead hold Preston’s stare.

It’s like we’re in a competition to see who can get off first. It’s not going to take me long because this whole game has me ready to explode.

My hand covers Paul’s, and I hold him where I need him as I grind against our hands. Pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.

The girl on Preston’s lap isn’t shy about the noises she's making. But people don’t look. Or at least, they try not to make it obvious, because it’s Preston. Maybe they’re used to this type of public display from him.

Seconds pass, our eyes still locked together, and then we’re pushed over the edge at the same time. I bite my lip, swallowing down my moan as Preston holds the girl still, his throat bobbing as he cums.

Paul lets out a groan, and I know he came too.In his pants.Because he was grinding on my ass. I don’t know if I should be grossed out or turned on? Maybe if it was one of my guys. Ugh, notmyguys. That’ll never happen.

I’m panting, my body still buzzing from the not-so-bad orgasm, when Preston pushes the girl off him and shoves his dick away before getting up and disappearing.

The girl shouts after him, calling him an asshole. I don’t think she got her release.

What is it with him using these women as nothing but his sex toys? He’s a pig, an asshole, but fuck, why did that turn me on so damn much?

“I need a drink,” I tell Paul. It’s not a lie, I do need water, but I’m also done with dancing.

“Yeah, I... I need the bathroom,” he mutters as he ducks away.

Heading over to one of the coolers, I grab a bottle of water and chug it.

“So, you looked like you had some fun,” Mia comments, coming to stand next to me.

“I’m enjoying myself for once.” I grin.

“Heard you were caught sucking my man’s dick?” She grins wider, and my face drops.

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