Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,139

still—just for a second—long enough that I realize what’s going on. “Oh,” I say, burying a laugh into the pillow.

He’s about to come.

“Don’t,” he says, voice full of warning as I bounce with a silent chuckle. “It makes you…clench up.”

It’s like that for a while—slow and cautious, nothing but the sounds of our hitched breaths and Heston’s occasional, soft grunt. It’s good. It is. But my clit keeps seeking a friction that isn’t there.

Maybe Heston senses this, because he eventually stills, wrapping a muscular forearm around my chest. He sits back and takes me with him, and I’m not expecting the way it makes me sink deeper onto his cock, shooting out a hand to brace myself.

He catches me, clutching me tight to his chest as I rest in his lap. “Easy, easy. I’ve got you.” And he does. He reaches around to dip a hand between my thighs, the move less fumbled and awkward than it has any right to be. He groans into my neck when his fingers slide through my folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet for this. You actually like it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, unable to feel shame when he touches me like this, so riveted and obliging as he rubs tight circles around my clit.

“Jesus, I can’t believe you’re—” His words bite off, lost to the motion of our bodies. It’s so much hotter in here than it was mere minutes ago, the heat of his body feeding my own until we grow slick and flushed with it. He grasps me tighter, crushing me to his chest as his heaving breaths wash over my ear. “I don’t care how many people you’ve fucked. But this?” He bucks his hips, making me cry out as he drives my ass onto his dick. “This is mine,” he says, voice rough and guttural as his fingers work me over.

I feel drunk on it, so senseless that I’m babbling, “Yeah, it’s yours, it’s yours,” and I just keep repeating myself. Probably because every time I say it, he rubs my clit a little closer—a little harder—until my thighs are quaking and I can’t even move. I’m completely at his mercy, impaled on his dick as he rubs me off, grunting hard into my sweaty neck.

My orgasm rocks through me like an avalanche, starting deep inside and blooming out, making my back arch into the cradle of his body.

He growls a clipped, “Fuck,” and then I can feel him surging inside of me—around me—filling me with his release. I’m still whimpering small, nonsensical things as I come down, breathless and burning up, but it doesn’t matter that my limbs won’t work. He lays us down gently, rolling us to our sides, and even when his dick slips free, he doesn’t leave.

“Damn.” He pants into my shoulder. His voice is grave, but when he props up on an elbow to look at me, I can see the spark of humor in his eyes. “Lavender is going to get my dick hard now.”

I reach behind me to smack his arm, laughing breathlessly. “Oh my god, shut up.”

“This is serious!” He dodges my hand, reaching out to snatch up my wrist. “What if Dr. Ross wears lavender perfume? You need to think about these things, Little Red.”

It’s then that I notice one of my bracelets is missing. “Oh no,” I whine, but it doesn’t take me long to find it wedged beneath my ribs. I dig it out, frowning. “I broke my tennis bracelet!”

It’d probably be more accurate to say that Heston broke my tennis bracelet, which must be why he heaves out this enormous sigh and says, “Give it here.” Rolling to his back, his brow creases in thought as he lazily inspects it. “I think it can be fixed.”

I turn toward him, resting my cheek on his shoulder to watch him fiddle with the clasp. “Good. Sebastian gave it to me.”

He slides me a look, asking, “He did?”

I nod. “Last spring. It was a gift.”

He hums as he turns it over in his hands, expression thoughtful.

And then he chucks it across the room.

“Hey!” I shoot up to catch it, but it’s too late. It hits the wall and bounces off the dresser, disappearing somewhere behind it. “Heston!”

“It’s garbage.”

“It’s pretty!” I snap, whirling around to glower at him.

He drags me back down, looking way too grumpy for a guy who just had sex. “You really want to wear something my brother bought just to get in your pants?”

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