Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part One
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Needing me.
Bear was walking sex, but he was no Samuel Clearwater. Who I craved in my very soul. I didn’t even know desire until Preppy pushed his way into my life, and the man who made me feel again was now standing next to the bed with his back against the wall, staring at the floor with his hands in his pockets. His hair mussed from our kissing session. I licked my lower lip in an attempt to taste his kiss again.
Preppy looked up suddenly, almost like he could hear what I was thinking. When he saw me staring, he plastered a fake smirk on his gorgeous face that no matter how hurt or pissed off I was or how fake his smile, it still made my belly flip and my nipples tighten.
He may be able to fool Bear, but there was no fucking way he was fooling me.
I wanted Preppy to send Bear away, strip me naked, and fuck me sideways. I wanted him to tell me I was his. Not just my pussy. ALL OF ME.
I wanted him to keep me.
But just then, I saw the mask click in place. The one he put on when he wanted to shut out the world, and I knew there was no coming back from where we’d just crossed over.
A part of me wanted nothing more than to hold him and tell him it was okay, and a part of me hated him and wanted him to hurt as badly as he’d made me hurt.
Bear’s warm chest pressed against my back, his lips trailed over every inch of skin on my shoulders and neck, but it wasn’t his touch making the hairs on my arms stand on end or drenching my panties. It was the look on Preppy’s face. The cocky smirk was gone, replaced briefly with a flash of hurt that I would have missed if I’d blinked a second earlier.
Preppy cleared his throat and straightened his posture, putting his mask back in place and returning my hand gesture with a middle finger of his own, pressed against his closed lips.
Challenge accepted.
We were over well before we had a chance to get started, but we were about to go out with a bang.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
DRE
Bear pulled my tank top off of my head and dropped it to the floor. He pushed down my bra, exposing my breasts to Preppy, whose gaze dropped from my eyes to my chest. Bear twisted and pulled at my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Preppy watched with his mouth partially open as my nipples peaked and stood firmly at attention, pointing accusingly toward him. His jaw tightened, and a twisted part of me reveled in the fact that he was jealous and pissed off, even if it was his own fucking fault. “Let’s get rid of this,” Bear said, pushing my skirt down. He pressed down between my shoulder blades, shoving my chest onto the mattress, my butt high up in the air. He slapped each ass cheek once, before hooking his thumbs into my panties and pulling them off.
Preppy’s eyes went from my ass to my face, and that’s when I realized that I was losing the challenge after all, a part of him was loving what he was seeing when I was hoping it would enrage him and make him feel guilty for what he’d done. I was still pissed, but witnessing Preppy turned on was enough to make me wet all over again. “Fuck you have a nice pussy,” Bear said from behind me. He leaned over me, pushing me down further into the mattress. That’s when I felt his hard cock, large and hot, throbbing against my lower back. He reached between my legs and circled the wetness at my opening. “Fuck, your so fucking wet and ready,” he growled. He smelled like whiskey, cologne, and motor oil. A sexy combination of smells that had me arching into him when he touched me, my eyes never leaving Preppy’s, who swallowed hard.
He pushed off the wall and, for a moment, I thought it was over. That I’d pushed him far enough and had won our little game. He stalked over to the bed. “Lift her up,” he said to Bear, pulling down his pants and kicking off his boxers. His enormous cock bobbed up and down as it was freed from its confines. The tip swollen and purple, dripping.
I licked my lips and groaned at the sight.
Bear kept his body pressed against mine, he lifted me up by my shoulders until we were both back on our knees. His breath against my neck, one hand on my breast the other between my legs, his thumb strumming against my clit like he was playing the guitar. Preppy, now completely naked, the chords of muscles in his neck tight, the lines of muscle leading down to all his glory contracted as he laid down on the bed with his head on the pillow. “Come here,” he said, his voice strained. Bear released his hold on me and I crawled slowly up Preppy’s beautiful body until we were face to face, and I was hovering just inches over his lips. He reached down between us, his hand finding my wetness.
He grabbed my hips and ground me against his shaft. Desire coursed through my veins, along with the deep need to have him inside me, to fill me.
Preppy reached up, grabbing onto the headboard, his biceps flexing. I reached down and stroked him from root to tip and he hissed between his teeth. Another hand reached under me from behind, again circling my opening, gathering my wetness on his fingertips. The additional set of hands, the scent of two men, the heat of having them both surrounding me, took my body to the very height of sensation.
Preppy looked around my shoulder at Bear, whose hand was suddenly gone. Preppy pulled me down by my neck, bringing me down to him again. With his other hand he grabbed his shaft and rubbed it around in my folds, gathering my wetness on the tip. Just as he started pushing inside, I felt another type of pressure against my ass and that’s when Preppy surged inside of me, kissing me like the crazed and crazy man he was.
Around my back entrance was a feeling very much like when your foot falls asleep and then comes back to life. A tingling. The pins and needles type of sensation that had me anticipating Bear’s penetration. There was a pinch of pain that had me clinging to Preppy, who stilled inside me, my pussy tightening around his cock, as if even it, was holding on to him for dear life. Preppy swallowed my cries into his mouth and groaned. His kiss unrelenting as Bear fully seated himself inside of me. I felt full. So fucking full.
And, even though I wasn’t supposed to.
I loved it.
Love wasn’t the only unexpected feeling I had.
There was also POWER.
I was the one in control. Helpless between these two men, but in charge of their pleasure, and by giving them the power it was me who had the real power. Bear’s hands again covered my breasts as I my face hovered just inches above Preppy’s. Bear reared back and thrust forward into me, and I cried out. I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. It felt good. So fucking good, because when he pushed inside me again, I wanted to feel even more. I rocked on top of Preppy and it was like every part of my body was being touched, stroked, seduced. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm the second that Preppy began to fuck up into me.
Bear was walking sex, but he was no Samuel Clearwater. Who I craved in my very soul. I didn’t even know desire until Preppy pushed his way into my life, and the man who made me feel again was now standing next to the bed with his back against the wall, staring at the floor with his hands in his pockets. His hair mussed from our kissing session. I licked my lower lip in an attempt to taste his kiss again.
Preppy looked up suddenly, almost like he could hear what I was thinking. When he saw me staring, he plastered a fake smirk on his gorgeous face that no matter how hurt or pissed off I was or how fake his smile, it still made my belly flip and my nipples tighten.
He may be able to fool Bear, but there was no fucking way he was fooling me.
I wanted Preppy to send Bear away, strip me naked, and fuck me sideways. I wanted him to tell me I was his. Not just my pussy. ALL OF ME.
I wanted him to keep me.
But just then, I saw the mask click in place. The one he put on when he wanted to shut out the world, and I knew there was no coming back from where we’d just crossed over.
A part of me wanted nothing more than to hold him and tell him it was okay, and a part of me hated him and wanted him to hurt as badly as he’d made me hurt.
Bear’s warm chest pressed against my back, his lips trailed over every inch of skin on my shoulders and neck, but it wasn’t his touch making the hairs on my arms stand on end or drenching my panties. It was the look on Preppy’s face. The cocky smirk was gone, replaced briefly with a flash of hurt that I would have missed if I’d blinked a second earlier.
Preppy cleared his throat and straightened his posture, putting his mask back in place and returning my hand gesture with a middle finger of his own, pressed against his closed lips.
Challenge accepted.
We were over well before we had a chance to get started, but we were about to go out with a bang.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
DRE
Bear pulled my tank top off of my head and dropped it to the floor. He pushed down my bra, exposing my breasts to Preppy, whose gaze dropped from my eyes to my chest. Bear twisted and pulled at my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Preppy watched with his mouth partially open as my nipples peaked and stood firmly at attention, pointing accusingly toward him. His jaw tightened, and a twisted part of me reveled in the fact that he was jealous and pissed off, even if it was his own fucking fault. “Let’s get rid of this,” Bear said, pushing my skirt down. He pressed down between my shoulder blades, shoving my chest onto the mattress, my butt high up in the air. He slapped each ass cheek once, before hooking his thumbs into my panties and pulling them off.
Preppy’s eyes went from my ass to my face, and that’s when I realized that I was losing the challenge after all, a part of him was loving what he was seeing when I was hoping it would enrage him and make him feel guilty for what he’d done. I was still pissed, but witnessing Preppy turned on was enough to make me wet all over again. “Fuck you have a nice pussy,” Bear said from behind me. He leaned over me, pushing me down further into the mattress. That’s when I felt his hard cock, large and hot, throbbing against my lower back. He reached between my legs and circled the wetness at my opening. “Fuck, your so fucking wet and ready,” he growled. He smelled like whiskey, cologne, and motor oil. A sexy combination of smells that had me arching into him when he touched me, my eyes never leaving Preppy’s, who swallowed hard.
He pushed off the wall and, for a moment, I thought it was over. That I’d pushed him far enough and had won our little game. He stalked over to the bed. “Lift her up,” he said to Bear, pulling down his pants and kicking off his boxers. His enormous cock bobbed up and down as it was freed from its confines. The tip swollen and purple, dripping.
I licked my lips and groaned at the sight.
Bear kept his body pressed against mine, he lifted me up by my shoulders until we were both back on our knees. His breath against my neck, one hand on my breast the other between my legs, his thumb strumming against my clit like he was playing the guitar. Preppy, now completely naked, the chords of muscles in his neck tight, the lines of muscle leading down to all his glory contracted as he laid down on the bed with his head on the pillow. “Come here,” he said, his voice strained. Bear released his hold on me and I crawled slowly up Preppy’s beautiful body until we were face to face, and I was hovering just inches over his lips. He reached down between us, his hand finding my wetness.
He grabbed my hips and ground me against his shaft. Desire coursed through my veins, along with the deep need to have him inside me, to fill me.
Preppy reached up, grabbing onto the headboard, his biceps flexing. I reached down and stroked him from root to tip and he hissed between his teeth. Another hand reached under me from behind, again circling my opening, gathering my wetness on his fingertips. The additional set of hands, the scent of two men, the heat of having them both surrounding me, took my body to the very height of sensation.
Preppy looked around my shoulder at Bear, whose hand was suddenly gone. Preppy pulled me down by my neck, bringing me down to him again. With his other hand he grabbed his shaft and rubbed it around in my folds, gathering my wetness on the tip. Just as he started pushing inside, I felt another type of pressure against my ass and that’s when Preppy surged inside of me, kissing me like the crazed and crazy man he was.
Around my back entrance was a feeling very much like when your foot falls asleep and then comes back to life. A tingling. The pins and needles type of sensation that had me anticipating Bear’s penetration. There was a pinch of pain that had me clinging to Preppy, who stilled inside me, my pussy tightening around his cock, as if even it, was holding on to him for dear life. Preppy swallowed my cries into his mouth and groaned. His kiss unrelenting as Bear fully seated himself inside of me. I felt full. So fucking full.
And, even though I wasn’t supposed to.
I loved it.
Love wasn’t the only unexpected feeling I had.
There was also POWER.
I was the one in control. Helpless between these two men, but in charge of their pleasure, and by giving them the power it was me who had the real power. Bear’s hands again covered my breasts as I my face hovered just inches above Preppy’s. Bear reared back and thrust forward into me, and I cried out. I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. It felt good. So fucking good, because when he pushed inside me again, I wanted to feel even more. I rocked on top of Preppy and it was like every part of my body was being touched, stroked, seduced. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm the second that Preppy began to fuck up into me.
