“What kind of car is this?” I ask, running my fingertips on the black leather of the seat.
“An Aston Martin.”
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Not as gorgeous as you are,” he says, and I can’t help bursting out in laughter.
“You are so cheesy,” I say when I finally catch my breath.
“Yeah, that was bad, but that doesn’t make it any less true,” he says chuckling.
“I bet you say that to all the ladies,” I say, damn near choking on my words.
“I really don’t,” he says, picking my hand up and kissing my knuckles.
“Um…” I breathe. His lips on my skin and his warm breath sends shivers down my spine.
“Buckle up, little vixen. We are just getting started,” he says as he puts the car into gear and pulls out into traffic.
I do as he says and stare out the window. I am both nervous and excited. I’ve only ever felt like this when up on stage, giving it my all. This, whatever this is, is going to be epic. I just know it.
We pull into an underground parking garage and my jaw drops open. Every single space is filled with some of the most expensive cars I have ever seen.
“It’s a lot to take in. I know. I just have this car and my Escalade. The rest belong to my neighbors.”
“Jesus. It’s like an episode of Top Gear,” I say.
“You watch Top Gear?” he asks.
“My dad loves that show. When he’s not working, he watches it all the time.”
He pulls into a parking spot and gets out of the car. Before I can open the door, he’s there, holding it open for me.
“Thank you,” I say as I take his hand and climb out of the car. In the elevator, he pulls me against him.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Tori,” he says before his lips find mine. His lips are firm and seeking and I let him take whatever he wants. His hands are on my back, kneading my skin through my shirt. It feels so good that I never want him to stop.
The elevator opens to a long hallway, he sprints down it, dragging me by my arm leaving me no choice but to sprint to keep up with him.
“What’s the rush?” I ask giggling as we come to a stop in front of his door. The number 1201 is on it. He deftly removes his keys from his pocket and unlocks his door.
“I think you know, vixen. I think you know.” We are barely inside the door with the bolt thrown before he’s peeling my t-shirt over my head. I pull his tie off and flick the buttons on his dress shirt open. He lost his suit jacket some time ago. Before I get a chance to really explore his chiseled, tattooed chest, he pulls my jeans open and reaches inside my panties, finding me wet and ready for him.
“Preston, please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Don’t tease me,” I whimper.
“I’m not teasing. I’m exploring what I am about to claim.”
“Potatoe, pahtato,” I say, giggling. He kneels in front of me and pulls my sneakers off of my feet before peeling my jeans down my legs. I step out of them gingerly. I am in my lacy bra and panties, but I am not feeling an ounce of shyness.
“Fuck me,” he whispers as he looks up my body with hooded eyes.
“That’s the plan, right?” I ask as he stands. He runs his hands over my skin as he does so. At his full height, he towers over me and I feel safe. With the way he’s looking at me, I feel revered.
“Very fucking right, little girl,” he growls into my ear before sucking on my neck, hard. I shiver at the feeling. My skin tingles. Every hair on my body stands straight up. “You like when I call you that don’t you, Tori? Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, though I don’t why I like it. Why I crave it... not for the first time I wonder how the hell I am going to get over this man when he’s done with me. I can’t think about that now, and like everything else I don’t want to think about, I push it away and do something I’ve only read about in books.
Reaching between us, I open his belt and pants letting them drop to the floor. His belt buckle clunks loudly as it hits the tile. Looking down, I see the large bulge in is black boxer briefs. Licking my lips, I reach out and touch him over the cloth. His dick is solid, huge, and unyielding under my touch. He groans and my eyes snap up to meet his. Slowly, I reach underneath the waistband and touch him, skin to skin. I can feel his veins throbbing and see his fists clenched at his sides. My mouth waters with the sheer need coursing through my own veins. Dropping to my knees, I look up at him from under my lashes while pulling his boxers down his hips. His big cock springs free, almost hitting me in the chin. Yum...