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“Lay still and let me touch you,” I muttered. “I’m not ready to shoot off all over your back.”
The way he sprawled with his hands beneath the pillow made his lats and shoulder muscles pop.
“Goddamn,” I whispered, leaning even farther forward to reach his traps. I focused on mapping out the expanse of his upper body while rutting against his ass.
He groaned as I ran my hands over every inch I could, slowly settling onto my haunches to caress down his sides.
One kiss to the slight hint of red my slap had gifted him, and I slid off his legs. Sighing, I spread my fingers wide over his thighs, amazed by the definition of his hamstrings even at rest.
“Your body is exquisite, Drake.” I scooted toward the end of my bed and enjoyed the tickle of his wiry hair over my palms as I smoothed over his amazing calf muscles toward his ankle.
“Gonna suck on my toes, baby?”
I snorted. “Not really my kink, but they’re definitely as cute as the rest of you.”
“Cute.” He huffed.
I wiggled his pinkie before giving it a little kiss and nibble since it was a part of Drake—and I loved every inch of him. “Flip over.”
Drake obeyed, hands behind his head, eyes darkened by lust, his dick reaching for his belly button.
I drank my fill, studying the contours of his body, the ripple of muscles I could never gain no matter how many hours I spent at the gym. A sigh heaved my chest, and I started my worship of his front, which was just as gorgeous as his backside—better even, because I had access to the cock I wanted to finally ride.
Chapter 30
Drake
I had no intentions of sex when I’d come to Preston’s, not even the hope of him finally admitting to how he truly felt for me. But I wasn’t about to complain where our conversation had led, the answer he’d given me, and the words I’d been waiting to hear.
He’d made my day—my fucking year, happiness bursting through every cell in my body.
And goddamn, was it hard to lay still while he studied and examined me with his elegant fingers, soft lips, and slick tongue. He licked up the back of my dick but only offered that single tease of where I wanted him most.
“Your body is sick,” he whispered, fingertips then lips worshiping my abs. “Who the hell has an actual eight pack?” He hadn’t asked me a question, so I stayed quiet, my ego inflated and a grin on my face.
“And these pecs.” Preston grabbed hold of them squeezing. “Jesus—they’re like rocks.”
I flexed on instinct, and Preston cursed again, his cock bucking against mine. Lifting my hips ground us together, and he whimpered, running his hands up my neck to my hair.
Our eyes finally met, and the lust and longing between us made breathing difficult. I clutched at the back of my head to keep from reaching for him and rolling so he lay trapped beneath me.
He’d wanted to memorize my body, and with how he’d finally gifted me his heart and trusted me with his love, I was determined to give him control for however long he wished.
But fuck, staying still was torture with him studying my face, mapping my eyebrows then jawline beneath my beard.
“So gorgeous.” He shifted down again, tonguing my tight nipples. His nose nuzzled in my armpit. Sighs and soft needy noises leaked from his lips as they trailed over my skin when he finally sprawled fully atop me so we touched from chest to feet.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.” I groaned, eyes clenched shut as he frotted against my dick. Pre-cum from both of us slickened the glide, and I shifted, restless beneath him. “Preston.”
“Can I be on top? Ride you like this?” His request sounded packed with need, his breath hot against my mouth.
“Fuck yeah.”
“I have lube in the bedside table.”
So goddamned desperate for him, I moved quicker than he could, clasping his hip to keep him right the fuck there while half-rolling toward that drawer. A few toys lay tucked away too, but I only grabbed what we needed.
But we’d sure as fuck be visiting those another day.
