“I hope not,” Preston said and that was that, I was done talking. His face was too cute and his mouth, despite being absolutely filthy, really was dangerously kissable. “Andi,” he said, pulling back, voice low and husky. “Ever since I watched you go down on Quinn, all I can think about is your mouth.” I stared at him, but he didn't let me rest there gawping for long. Instead, Preston rose to his feet in a smooth, graceful motion that had drool threatening to drip from my mouth yet again (thank God for the shower).
“You watched?” I asked, and although I had sort of suspected that all along, it was an odd thing to think about. “You just stood there and watched me suck Quinn's dick?”
“I like to watch,” he said and then flashed me his perfect cock for just a moment before grabbing me by the hair and tugging me forward, slipping himself between my lips and burying his dick as far back in my throat as it could go.
“God,” he groaned as he began to thrust, and I had to reach out and grasp his shaft before he bruised my throat. I wanted him to press his hips into my face, fuck my mouth like it was a pussy, but I didn't think I could take it all in, so I made do, reaching up and massaging his balls until his breath was ragged and heavy, until he was practically panting for me. “You have no idea how much I've been wanting to do this.”
I slid my tongue around the head of Preston's dick, nibbling at his piercing with my teeth as he slid forward with barely restrained passion. I could tell he wanted to pound the shit out of me, but was holding back. How nice.
“Tell me I'm better than Quinn,” he growled, but I could in no way indulge him with that bit of ego petting. My mouth was full of him, hard and insistent. When I didn't answer, Preston began to get more vigorous, driving into my face with such fury that he was really testing the limits of my gag reflex. Just when I was about to give up and call uncle, or kitten, whatever, he grabbed my hair hard, drew tears from my eyes and shot his wad into the back of my throat. When he pulled back, he knelt down and kissed the fuck out of me, swirling the taste of him around in both our mouths. His cum was sweeter than Quinn's, less salty. Who knew jizz came in different flavors? Guess you learn something new everyday.
I put my hands up on Preston's chest and pushed him back as I forced myself to swallow the unfamiliar taste.
“My turn?” I asked, and honestly, I wasn't surprised when he was more than happy to oblige. Pervert is as pervert does, I suppose. Lucky me.
So I sat through calculus with my panties in a tizzy and my heart beating an ode to Preston's ass as he took over for our pervy professor and started working out equations from the homework I most certainly did not do.
“I stopped by your place three times this weekend,” Quinn whispered as he leaned over and stared at me from under the fabric of his red beanie. I should've felt guilty about blowing him and then getting with Preston, but I didn't. I was a modern woman along for the ride, and frankly, I was enjoying myself. Things with Preston had become … interesting, so I was going to go with him. Sorry Quinn. Hey, no hard feelings. I mean, the guy did send me a dick pic. How romantic was that?
“Sorry,” I whispered back at him, trying to focus on the numbers when all I could really think about were the hours that Preston and I spent in bed last night exploring one another. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other's bodies. I shivered. Exciting. Quinn wasn't put off by my sudden lack of interest. I took that to mean that I was quite skilled in the blow job department, but you can think what you want.
“Want to hang out after this?” Quinn asked, totally and completely ignorant to the glares that were being thrown our way. When I'd seen him coming for me, I should've relocated to the back row. Quinn was not a front row sort of a guy. After all, it was a bit hard to spank the monkey when you had three hundred other students at your back.
“What you really mean is, do you want to fuck after class?” I whispered as I thought about the wooden box in my room and the naughty handcuffs that Preston and I had yet to break in. I was looking forward to it though. Believe you me, I was practically creaming my panties at the thought of that metal wrapped around my wrists, of Preston's hard cock splitting me open and pumping into me with fast, furious strokes while I … I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose with my fingers. Seriously, Andi? Get a grip on yourself. Admittedly though, much as I accused Genevieve of being a nympho, I was strongly starting to suspect that I might be one, too. I had to admit that, in my humble opinion, the title of Sex Goddess fit me much better than Old Virgin, so I was sort of happy about that.
“Well, yeah,” Quinn said as he slumped back in his seat and proceeded to pick at his black nail polish. “That's pretty much exactly what I meant. I'm not exactly that great at being subtle, you know?” I noticed that the professor was glaring at us, too, which kind of ticked me off because moments before, he'd had his eyes glued to the tits of the busty coed next to him. I really should go file a sexual harassment case against that bitch, I thought, and then quickly dismissed the idea. Ms. Busty was going to have to take care of herself. I had plans. With Preston Ellis. Yay me!
“What do you want from me, Quinn?” I asked quietly as I turned to face him and leaned in, so I could really get a good look at his baby blues. “Do you just want to screw me for the hell of it? Do you want to be fuck buddies? Or is this your attempt at redeeming yourself and showing the world that bad boys have hearts, too, and that they're more than capable of teaching the poor campus virgin a thing or two about herself?” Quinn blinked back at me and scratched at the tribal tattoo on his right bicep.
“I just wanted to have some fun,” he said without shame. I appreciated his honesty, truly, and smiled. Maybe if Preston hadn't thrown me down and fucked the shit out of me, Quinn and I might have … I shook my head. I wasn't pledging my heart and soul to Preston, but he was interesting to me. Interesting enough that I was done with Quinn.
“Sorry,” I told him with a pat on the hand. “Not gonna happen.”
“Like it totally didn't happen in the courtyard?” he said, and I rolled my eyes. Still, when I thought back on it, it was kind of hot, especially when I imagined Preston with his hand wrapped around his long dick, pumping his fist as I bobbed my head and swallowed a mouthful of another guy's cum. Hello world, my name is Andrea Fisher and I enjoy recreational snowboarding, hikes through the beautiful forests of the Northwest, and giving blow jobs in public while an adorable geek-turned-dom whacks it in voyeuristic bliss.
I snorted at my own joke and drew even more angry glares towards the back of my head. Nice. Now I was not only that weirdo moaning girl (yes, I did overhear someone refer to me as such), but now I was also the freak who sits up front and laughs at their own jokes. I was just glad that Preston wasn't looking my way.
“If you don't have anything to do on Valentine's Day, we could, you know get together and – ”
“Have a romantic candlelit dinner for two?” I asked sarcastically. How cheese ball. I fucking hate Valentine's Day.
“I was gonna say we could try out some of the positions in the new sex guide I bought on Friday.” Quinn bent down and started digging in his bag for said object. I reached out a hand and put a stop to that real quick, surprised that I could still get a bit moist at the thought of Quinn Prentis's uncut cock. Jesus Christ, Andi, reel it in. You've had a popped cherry for like, two days, and already you're scoping out fresh meat. I swallowed hard and tried to smile at Quinn.
“I'm sorry, but no, thank you. I have plans.” He stared back at me like he was confused, and I have to admit, his porn star mouth looked really good in that little 'O' shape he was sporting.
“I thought you were single.” I tried to keep my smile plastered on my face, but it was slipping a bit. How on earth did I explain that Preston was my stalker turned lover? It was sort of a weird situation. My eyes slid carefully over to the platform and caught on Preston's strong, muscular back, and the way he moved so slow and careful, without any hint of the power that was resting dark and deadly under tha
t ugly, blue sweater. When I looked back at Quinn, he was frowning.
“I knew it. You're with that boxer guy, E.” I stared at him, feeling quite stupid that I was the last person to get the joke. Apparently even Quinn knew that Preston was a boxer and liked to be referred to by the fifth letter in the alphabet. I must've looked like a royal jackass when I went over to his apartment complex spewing crap. “Guess we're not going to be trying out the Seated Scissors,” he said, and I could only guess that he was referring to a position in his book.
“I guess not,” I replied.
I was dead wrong.
After class, Quinn veered away from me as I approached Preston and ended up hanging on some long legs near the front door. I think they had heads, too, but it was hard to say since their legs were topped with massive tits and scalps of bleach blonde hair.
“Where is he going?” Preston asked me as I approached him tentatively, unsure as to how our new relationship worked on campus. He hadn't said anything about it, so I assumed we were golden, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.
“Quinn?” I asked, completely and utterly confused. I laid my hands on Preston's chest and wished I could rip off his sweater right then and there and start licking my way down his sexy belly. “Why do you care?”
“Because,” Preston began as he shifted his brown eyes from Quinn's back to my face. He smiled and nodded at the professor as he moved past and then flipped him off when his back was turned. “Pervert,” he whispered, and then, “We have plans with him.”
“With Professor Pervert?” Preston laughed and stepped back from me. I let my hands fall to my sides and tried not to be disappointed that he was pulling away.
“With Quinn,” he whispered quietly. “You're going to fuck him.” My eyes opened wide and refused to blink as I stared at Preston's face and tried not to think thoughts like, maybe Rational Andi was right? Maybe he is crazy enough to turn me into a lampshade?
“You want me to fuck another guy?” I said, and the thought sounded even worse aloud than it had inside my head. Preston nodded and pushed his glasses up his nose. I kept my drool in check, but just barely.
“You have to have experiences before you can make decisions,” Preston said as his lips curved up and his eyes flickered with just a hint of jealousy, and a whole lot of lust. “If I'm the only man you've ever been with, how will you be able to judge me?”
“I don't need to judge you,” I said to him, thinking that this was all some sort of weird insecurity thing that he was going through. I tried to step forward, but Preston stepped back which infuriated the hell out of me. I squeezed my fists at my sides and tried not to get angry with him. “Why are you doing this?” I asked and he grinned, nice and big, teeth flashing bright for just a moment. Goddamn, I never knew it was possible for a man in a knitted sweater and khaki pants to look so fucking hot. He couldn't have been any more attractive to me had he been in a biker gang. I paused on that thought and tried to imagine Preston straddling a hunk of gleaming metal. Okay, well he would be a tad bit hotter if we was a biker, but not by much.
“I want you to experience another man,” he told me as he closed the distance between us and took a massive breath, one that told me he was holding back, that he really did want to touch me, but that he couldn't. “You better take the chance because it could be the only one you get.” I stared into his face and tried to keep myself from leaping into his arms and kissing the shit out of him. “Besides,” Preston continued as his gaze slid over my shoulder and across the room to Quinn's overly flirtatious back. “I want to watch.”
Quinn was more than happy to escort me back to my place. Wonder if he'd be so eager if he knew that Preston was following, that he was going to be standing outside my door holding his aching cock in one hand and watching us fuck at his behest. Let's just say that I kept that thought to myself.
“I'm glad you asked me over,” Quinn growled, doing his damnedest to get us into a traffic accident by massaging me between the legs while I tried to navigate a tricky intersection. “You're not going to regret it.”
“Quinn,” I said as my stomach flip-flopped and my heart raced at the speed of light, pumping hormones through my veins like poison, making me loopy with passion. I wanted Preston. I did. I sort of, kind of wanted to date him and try on my first big girl relationship, but this whole scenario was straight out of one of my favorite porn movies and Quinn – despite being a complete and utter douche – was out of a wet dream, so if the guy I liked was not only okay with but endorsed the whole thing, why not play along? Why not have some fun? After all, Preston was right in a way. He was the only man I'd ever slept with. Did that mean that I had to fuck another guy to know he was good? No, but it did mean that I was a bit limited on my perception. Maybe this wouldn't have worked for everyone, but it was working hard for me. “Shut the fuck up.”
“You are so hot when you talk dirty to me,” he whispered as he took off his seat belt and leaned over to breathe hot and heavy against my neck. I had no willpower to stop him, convinced that Preston was looking at us both through the rear window, getting hard and angry at the same time.
Then I nearly killed us both when I came within inches of hitting a parked car and decided enough was enough.
“Save it,” I barked and surprisingly, Quinn listened. He sat back and smiled, unzipped his pants and fingered his dick through his fly while I put the pedal to the metal and pulled into my driveway at the same moment that Preston parked his car on the opposite side of the street. The plan was that I'd take Quinn upstairs right away and handcuff him to the bed, so that there'd be no chance he'd get up and somehow find Preston in the doorway.
“You want me to bring my sex guide in?” Quinn asked with raised brows and a sly smirk that he no doubt expected would burn a hole through my panties. I rolled my eyes.
“Get out,” I said as I climbed out of the vehicle and started up the steps at lightning speed. Quinn was right behind me, sex book in hand, box of condoms in the other. When I gave him a look, he just shrugged.
“I figured we'd probably need these sooner rather than later,” he said, and I resisted the urge to punch him again. Quinn was hot as hell, but he was also a little bit stupid.
“Who said you were getting laid?” I asked him as I unlocked the door and started straight up the steps to my room. Quinn closed the door behind me and, of course, didn't lock it which was all part of the plan.
“Look at you,” he said as he followed after, so close behind that I could practically feel his hot breath on my skin. “You're not even giving me the grand tour, just heading straight up the stairs. Besides, I could see the way you were breathing in the car. You want me bad. You can say what you want to say to make yourself feel better, but you brought me over here with a single purpose in mind.” I stopped at the top of the steps and just stared at him as he came even with me. Quinn did not seem at all disturbed about being used for a booty call. Not one, little bit. “And I figured, why not bring extra condoms, just in case?” he said with a wink. “You can never have too many.” I rolled my eyes and showed him into my room.
I was so nervous that I was having a hard time thinking clearly. I should ease him into this. I can't just expect him to roll over and play bitch for me. I have to be calm, cool, collected. Subtle.
“Did you want to be on top or should I?” Quinn asked as he removed his shirt in one smooth motion and tossed it onto the floor. Lordy, Lordy, I thought as I stared at the swirls of color on his midsection. His tattoos trailed up and over his pecs, traced his pierced belly button, and disappeared, rather enticingly, into his pants. He wasn't as ripped as Preston, but he had a damn fine body, one that wasn't going to be difficult getting into.
I glanced at the door and fought the urge to lean over and peek out the crack to see if Preston was here yet. If he wasn't, he would be soon. It was just a matter of time.
Without answering Quinn, I moved across the room, flicked open the handcuff box and grabbed the metal in steady hands.<
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“Nice,” Quinn growled, reaching out and grabbing me around the waist. “I love a girl who can get her kink on.”
“Good,” I said as I opened one of the cuffs and hooked it around Quinn's wrist. “Because that's exactly what I'm going to do.” And then I was shoving him down and hooking his hand to my headboard. I don't think he expected it at first because his eyes were wide and unblinking as I grabbed his other wrist and locked him in, nice and secure.
“Holy crap,” Quinn said as I swung myself up on the bed and straddled him. How do you like that, Preston Ellis? I thought as I grabbed Quinn's face in my hands and thrust my tongue between his lips, taking every ounce of dominance and aggression I had inside of myself and throwing it at Mr. Prentis. I thought that Preston could appreciate that.
I sucked Quinn's sexy, lower lip into my mouth, nicked it with my teeth gently and came up for air, pushing my hair over my shoulder to keep it out of my face.
“You're a nasty bitch,” Quinn growled as he thrust his hips up and ground his erection into my crotch. I slapped him lightly on the cheek, surprising even myself.
“No, you're a nasty bitch,” I told him as I scooted back and unbuttoned his pants. His cock practically burst out at me, desperate to be free as I tugged his underwear down and freed him, holding him in my hand hard. My eyes slid unconsciously over to the door and I swear to you, I could feel Preston's eyes burning hot and heavy into me. How far he was going to let me go, I had no idea. He said he wanted me to go all the way, but could he handle it? Guess it was time to find out.
I squeezed Preston's dick in my hand and leaned down so that I could run my tongue across it, taste the hot, salty, sweaty length of it as I put my drooling talent to good use and moistened him up for what I was going to call the world's best hand job.
I sat back up and started pumping my fist up and down, using my fingers to tease the extra skin around the head of Quinn's cock, massaging it gently up top and then squeezing harder and harder as I worked my way down to less sensitive areas. He groaned and thrashed, moaning noisily and thankfully, not speaking any nonsense. He was a hell of a lot cuter that way.
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