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PRESTON

M y blood heated in a way it never had before.

Jordan hypnotized me. She bewitched me with some powers unbeknownst to me.

Every time she breathed, I wanted her air.

When she laughed, I could die to that sound.

She wore my jersey and had her perfect legs tucked beneath her…

I wanted her naked underneath my jersey with my number on her chest. Maybe it was the loss or the fact my parents fucked me up or the shots we took, but all the reasons why we shouldn’t have sex became blurred.

I couldn’t recall why it was a stupid idea.

In fact, it seemed like the absolute best choice. A smart one.

So what? My best friend who I was in love with wanted to fuck without getting feelings.

I was already in pain so what was a little more?

Instead of dealing with the loss of the championship game or the headfuck of the divorce, I wanted to get lost in her .

My daring best friend loved a challenge and loved dares even more.

She wanted friends with benefits and now I threw orgasms on the table.

Jordan narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as she stared at me, almost like she was trying to see through my bullshit.

If she knew how I felt about her, she’d run the other way.

She’d sprint out of my life so fast. The woman was allergic to feelings and relationships due to her mom fucking her up, and I had to be extra careful.

One wrong move with her, I’d lose all of her, and it was clear I’d be fine with crumbs. I was pathetic. Horny and pathetic.

“Two orgasms, you say.” She rubbed her full lips together. Lips I wanted to taste more than breathe. She leaned forward and adjusted her hair to hang behind her shoulders, exposing her neck.

Her pulse raced at the base, and I wanted to grip her there, make her gasp for air as she came.

I wasn’t that wild in bed, I liked good sex, but the urges I had around her were wild.

The thoughts I had weren’t normal for me.

Images of her hair all over the couch, her screaming as I thrust into her…

I could see it. I could almost taste it.

Every part of me was attuned to her right now.

The way her breathing deepened, how her eyes heated and her fingers kept coming up toward her throat.

The air was charged, and one sudden movement would have us exploding.

My best friend liked my idea but was nervous. My girl was never fucking nervous, so I had to up the ante. “Winner gets to choose how.”

“How…what?”

“How they want the orgasms.” Fuck it. I reached toward her leg and ran a finger up her thigh. Sure, there were black leggings in the way, but she shivered. “Let’s say you win. You could request my mouth, my fingers, or my cock. You’d get to pick.”

“And if you won, you could pick my tits, my mouth, or my pussy?” she asked, her normal sass returning. “Mm, this sounds like a good deal, but I have an alternative.”

“The floor is yours, Jordan.”

She made a face. “So, the problem is, since I won, I can dare you to go down on me until I come on your face. I’d be guaranteed one orgasm, where if we played against for two, I could lose. I’m not sure it’s worth the risk.”

Fuck, she was hot when she outsmarted me. I grinned. “I know a solution then.”

“I’m open to problem-solving.” Her voice went deep again. Her husky voice was unreal. One of wet dreams. If she ever started a podcast or an OnlyFans, she’d make millions with her voice alone. “What’s your solution, Charming?”

“Take this.” I poured us another shot, and she did it without breaking eye contact. “I’ll give you one now, your choice. It’s only fair, yeah?”

“Fuck, Preston.” She closed her eyes and took a few breaths, only then looking at me. Want. That was what her eyes said. She wants me. “That was sexy.”

I smiled. I’d dreamed of her saying that to me, thinking of me that way. Even if it was temporary and for one night, I’d dream about the look on her face and how she said my name. “You didn’t answer though. Is that fair?”

“Super. Super fair.” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her eyes turning molten. She adjusted her legs, and I liked to think she was so wet she had to reposition her limbs.

My fingers trembled. “And what is your choice of orgasm?”

“I-I can say anything I want?”

“Literally anything.” I tensed, waiting for the shot. It felt like I was on top of thin ice, ready to fall through it.

“Okay so I want to reverse Uno this dare and ask you how you want to do it.” She cleared her throat and ran her fingers over her hair. “How do you want to owe me one orgasm?”

“I like this reverse Uno, Jordan.” I grabbed her ankle and tugged so her legs spread open. I pulled her leggings until they were off and tossed them to the side. “My choice is my mouth.”

“Fuck.” She closed her eyes, her pulse fucking racing at her neck. “I’m so turned on right now. I’ve never really come from oral before. It feels good, but I should warn you I’ve faked it more than not with others.”

“I’m not others.” I pulled her legs so her ass fell onto the small table, right on top of our cards. She gasped and clutched at the jersey, yet nothing but lust radiated from her. “You never fake it with me. I don’t care if it takes an hour, you’re coming on my tongue. That’s your prize.”

“Preston Charming. Where has this mouth been all these years?”

“Waiting for you to be ready for it.” I got onto my knees and ran my hands up her thighs, teasing the edge of her panties. I breathed in her scent, her wetness evident on her pink panties. “I got a small taste of you last night, and now I want more. I want your scent all over my face.”

“Yes, I want that too. Touch me. Lick me.”

“Oh, I will.” I moved the fabric of her panties to the side and stared at her wet, bare pussy.

“So perfect and pretty for me.” I licked her then and there, not bothering to take her panties off before sliding my tongue over her bundle of nerves.

Her clit swelled, and I sucked the bead into my mouth, flicking it over and over as she squirmed.

“Preston, oh my god, Preston.”

“Mm,” I hummed against her. “I’m gonna change paces, baby. Say my name louder when you like it.”

I went slow, making small circles over her clit as she moaned. I went a little faster, and she got louder, grabbing my hair in her hands. “Yes, Preston, that. Fuck!”

“Such a good girl, following my directions.” I kissed her mound, letting the fabric go back in place. I bit the inside of her thighs, taking turns between the two until she released a desperate guttural cry.

“I need your mouth. Please, Preston.”

I met her gaze, and fuck, she was a pretty picture. Legs spread wide, my jersey covering almost all of her. Her hair was everywhere, and her cheeks were pink, eyes wide and desperate. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“I-I-I?—”

“Mm,” I hummed into her, my entire body on fire.

I’d dreamed about this moment for years, imagining the way she’d squirm from my touch.

The real thing was a million times better than any fantasy.

Her thighs tightened around my face, her muscles clenching, and I was selfish.

I didn’t want this to end. I wanted more time with my mouth on her.

“You feel close, baby,” I whispered, kissing her inner thigh and delaying her orgasm. “Are you close?”

Her stomach heaved as she sucked in air, her throaty voice all raspy. “So close, Preston, so fucking close.”

“So remind me again, you’ve never come from another man’s tongue before?” I flicked her clit, pulled back, and did it again. I wanted her desperate, wild, out of control. I needed her orgasm to be the best. “No one’s truly ever tasted your pleasure?”

“No,” she said, arching her back even more. “Stop messing with me and do it.”

“So impatient.” I slid two fingers into her, her responding shudder urging me on. She liked it. “Remember, if something feels good, say my name louder.”

“Preston!” she shouted. “Please, Preston, please.”

Her voice broke at the end, and I knew what she needed.

I thrust into her as my tongue flattened on her clit, and I brought her to the edge and didn’t stop.

She thrashed around, her moans getting deeper.

I sucked and flicked where she needed, and her answering orgasm would forever be ingrained in my mind.

She gripped my hair so hard, pulling it to the point it stung.

She wrapped her legs around my face, my nose and mouth pressing deeper into her pussy. I couldn’t breathe.

I didn’t want to breathe until she was done. She rode my face as I didn’t stop my rhythm. Jordan screamed my name as the orgasm kept going. My vision blurred, and my pulse raced, and I needed air. After what felt like a minute, her thighs relaxed, and I gasped for air. “Holy shit.”

“Did you just…were you not breathing?” She pushed up onto her elbows, her eyes concerned.

“Nope.” I grinned and wiped the back of my hand over my mouth. “I couldn’t with your pussy all over me. Don’t worry, I fucking loved it.”

“Jesus, Preston, you could’ve breathed .”

“Didn’t want to.” I kissed her thigh and stared at her very wet pussy. “Didn’t want to risk ruining your first oral orgasm. Too much at stake.”

She gave me a sleepy smile, then yawned as she shook her head at me. “You’re wild, Charming. That was insane. Pretty sure I went to another dimension.”

“Good.”

My cock was hard as steel. I was still breathing hard just to get oxygen back into my lungs but fuck, she looked sleepy. “We can stop the game, you know.”

“What?” She sat up, frowning. “Why would we?”

“You’re tired.”

“The orgasm knocked the life out of me, Preston. I’m not tired. Not when there is one more orgasm on the table.”

“Greedy girl.” I smiled. If she asked me to give her another, I’d do it in a heartbeat. No questions asked.