Fuck Valentine's Day (11 page)

“
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.

I
paused just long enough to pull my shirt over my head and toss it to
the floor, grabbing back onto Quinn before he had the chance to say
anything stupid in the interim. I cupped his balls with my other
hand and massaged them gently, all the while completely conscious
that Preston was there, stroking himself much the way I was stroking
Quinn. It was lighting a fire in my lower belly, soaking my panties
and driving me into a frenzy. This whole foreplay thing was not
going to last long, not today.

Just
as I was about to back off of Quinn and go for a condom, his body
shuddered, muscles contracting tightly in his belly as his back
arched and he came in my hands, shooting hot cum onto my breasts. I
sat there quietly for a moment while Quinn panted and grinned a silly
grin that made me want to slap him again. I released him and sat
back, resisting the urge to wipe off my chest with my sheets.

“
You're
really fucking good at that, you know?” he purred as he tossed
me a sexy wink and I reached over and pulled his beanie off his head.
His Mohawk was not in good form. As of that moment, it was just a
red, mussy mess, but it was kind of cute, so I threw the hat to the
floor and leaned over to to grab the box of condoms. Hopefully Quinn
was as big a stud as he said he was because I was not waiting around
for him to get hard. It was now or never. “Are you going to
unhook me?” he asked and I gave him a look that said,
Are
you fucking
kidding me?

“
No,”
was all I said as I opened the box and pulled out one of the little,
square packages. At first I thought the look of horror I saw dawn on
Quinn's face was from the loss of control, like he couldn't handle me
being in charge, so I rolled my eyes at him and put a hand on my hip.
“Look, I'm going to do what I want to do and you're going to
like it.” I paused, thinking of Preston and decided that I
would follow in his lead. “If you don't like it, you can say –
”

“
Kitten.”
The voice came harsh and husky from behind me as Preston reached out
and grabbed me around the waist, pulled me off of Quinn, and pressed
my face down dangerously close to Mr. Prentis's cock.

“
Oh
my God!” Quinn screamed though I couldn't blame him. I mean, I
knew how this probably looked.

“
It's
okay,” I said as I put my arms out and forced myself up,
slapping at Preston's hands with my own. I didn't even need to say
the safety word; he knew this required at least some explanation.
“Preston is here at my behest.” I paused. “Or at
his own rather. In fact, he was the one that told me I should invite
you here.” I stared at Quinn gawping at me and didn't know
what else to say.

“
Do
you have a problem with that?” Preston asked from behind me,
and I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see him free his dick
from his pants while adjusting his glasses at the same time with the
opposite hand.
Perfection.
Quinn didn't answer, just laid
there staring at us both like we were insane. “Good.”
Preston plucked the condom from my hand and proceeded to slip it over
his cock, grabbing my hair and pushing my face down to Quinn's lap.
“Suck him off, Kitty Cat. I wanted to see you ride him, but I
don't think I'm willing to share.”

Preston
thrust into me unceremoniously, driving himself all the way in until
his hips were slapping my ass and the breath was being fucked out of
me. I felt lightheaded and dizzy with the intense fullness of
Preston's cock and the warm, hot rhythm of his body rubbing against
mine, his hands caressing the soft flesh of my hips and his deep, low
groans.

“
Get
me the fuck out of here,” Quinn moaned, but he was hard as a
rock, and he didn't say the magic word. “Unhook me, come on.”

“
I
said, suck him,” Preston commanded as he grabbed my hair and
forced my mouth onto Quinn's dick, sliding my lips down his shaft as
he controlled me with strong, sure motions. My head bobbed up and
down as Quinn's cock slammed into the back of my throat and Preston's
bumped my cervix.

A
scream built in my throat, muffled by Quinn's hot, warm body, as the
two men groaned and shuddered around me, firm muscles sliding beneath
their skin, breath heavy and husky.

Rational
Andi:
Heaven.

I
came hard and fast, clenching around Preston's shaft and holding him
there while I spasmed and bit lightly down around Quinn's cock. He
came immediately, squirting his load into the back of my throat as I
dug my fingers into the hard muscles of his lower belly. My body was
so tight that I managed to bring Preston along with me, milking the
pleasure out of him and wishing I could feel him unloading himself
inside of me.
Note to self, get birth control pills ASAP.

“
Fucking
God, Andi,” Preston moaned as his fingers bruised my hips and
held me still for that final, glorious fucking moment that left the
three of us sweaty and panting and well, admittedly, in a very
awkward position.

When
I sat up, sliding Quinn from my throat and wiping at my lips with the
back of my hand, he was staring at us both like we were either the
most interesting or most disturbing people he had ever met in his
life. At first, there was this moment there where I really, truly
thought he was going to freak as Preston unhooked the handcuffs and
freed our possibly unwilling prisoner from the headboard.

Quinn
sat up and scratched his tight, ab muscles for a moment before he
spoke.

“
So,”
he began. “What are you guys up to next Saturday?”

.

“
What
nasty, dirty, pervy things are we going to do today?” I asked
Preston as I stretched out on his bed and tried not to think about
the fact that I had just spent three nights in a row at his place.
Was that a good sign? A bad one? Guess I would just have to find
out the hard way. After all, no matter how hard folks try, no matter
how many people claim to have the answers, no matter how many how-to
books they publish, dating and love will always remain these big, fat
questions marks ready to fuck you the first chance they get. I was
just going to have to learn, live, and love the best I knew how and
hope to heck it all worked out for the best.

Preston
felt around the nightstand for a moment and slid his glasses onto his
face before turning to look at me. Just staring at the black frames
was getting me all hot and bothered. I hadn't known this about
myself before, but apparently, I had an eyewear fetish. Who knew?
Thankfully, he'd told me he only wore his contacts to the gym. The
gym. I drooled a bit and had to wipe my face. I was forever going
to have very fond memories of that old brick building and the
perfectly perfect bit of tonguing I got on the tiled floor of the
shower.

“
Are
we going to use the handcuffs again?” I asked, glancing up at
the headboard where the metal rings still hung enticingly. Next time
we used them, I was going to tie Preston up and ride him into
oblivion. He shook his head and leaned over so that his hot breath
was pulsing against my ear.

“
Actually,
I have something even better planned for you.” I shivered and
tried not to let his ear fuck completely disable my senses. After
all, I wanted to be ready for whatever dirty things we might be doing
next. “Hopefully, it's something you'll never forget,”
he said, and just as I was relaxing into the pillows, getting ready
for him to take me on yet another kinky adventure, Preston was
pulling away and sliding off of the bed. “Get dressed, Kitty
Cat,” he said with a wink. “We've got somewhere special
to go.”

Okay,
so you know how you can hate something so much that you can't see
straight? How you can despise it so desperately that it makes you
see black, makes your fists curl and your body pulse with adrenaline?
Well, that's how I used to feel about Valentine's Day. Maybe it was
just because I was horny …

Rational
Andi:
It was. You were desperate.

Or
maybe it was just because I was looking for someone to share a
special connection with …

Horny
Andi:
Nope, it was definitely just about sex.

But
whatever the reason, I despised it with every bit of soul until I
walked into apartment thirty-six which was, according to Preston,
currently unoccupied, and found the world's cheesiest Valentine's Day
setup. And then, despite the corniness and the ridiculous expense
Preston must have endured to set it up, I suddenly found myself a
goopy, sappy mess.

“
Happy
Fucking Valentine's Day,” Preston whispered from behind me,
polished from head to toe and dressed in the world's slickest suit.
I stared at the table and the roses and the champagne and stood
frozen until my stalker – er, boyfriend? Nah, stalker is less
scary than boyfriend – turned on some soft music and swept me
into his arms, twirled me across the empty hardwood floor and dipped
me low, pausing briefly to press a kiss to my ample cleavage. “I
hope it's not too cheesy,” he told me as he raised me back up
and spun me slowly to a soft rock ballad.