Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Three
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Dre was everything any man could ever want.
But she was all MINE.
I groaned and took a step back from her, needing the distance to remember my plan. “As much as I want to put my hands and mouth all over you right now,” I swallowed hard, barely able to keep my control. “There is something I want to give you first.”
“I have something for you too,” she said.
“Well, by all means, you first,” I said, making a grand sweeping motion with my hand.
She smiled and curtsied. “Why thank you.” She looked down to her wrist then back up to me like she was second guessing something. Finally, she took a deep breath and unsnapped the black cuff from her wrist. She held up her arm and my eyes grew so wide I thought they’d fall out of my head.
“Do you like it?” she asked nervously, biting her lip.
“Do I...” I started, my eyes unable to believe what I was seeing. I grabbed her wrist and held it up so I could make sure what I was seeing was real. Dre had gotten a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. And not just ANY tattoo...it was a bow tie. It was feminine, gray and black. VERY Dre. “No, I don’t like it,” I said with a shake of my head. “I fucking love it.”
She smiled and bounced on her heels.
“Ray?” I asked.
“Nope, King did it. Said that he’s been staring at your bow ties most of his life so he could do it the most justice without making it look too masculine.”
She squealed when I pulled her into me and covered her lips with mine. I didn’t think my heart could grow any more but it was swelling in my chest until it felt like it was going to burst. With my tongue tangling with hers, I’d almost forgotten my purpose for the second time when Dre pulled back.
“Your turn,” she breathed.
“I don’t know if I can top that,” I said, scratching my chin. I kissed her on the lips softly. “But I’ll sure as shit try.”
Dre gasped when she saw the little black box in my hand.
She started to cry when I got down on one knee.
Dre
I didn’t know what to expect when Preppy said he had something for me but I didn’t expect him to drop to one knee. “I know we’re already legally married, but we both know you never intended to really marry me, but even when I was being a stubborn asshole all those years ago, you’ve always been mine.”
Preppy opened the box and my hand shot up to cover my mouth. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen. The band was silver or platinum with a large round black diamond in the center and triangular shaped diamonds on each side. “It seems we both have bow-ties for each other today,” he said with a laugh.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move. I was stunned in place.
“When we first met, your timing was all wrong,” Preppy said.
“Why was that?” I asked.
“Because you were trying to jump, but it wasn’t time yet. Now, I think it’s time for a different kind of leap, one we can make together.” He slipped the ring onto my trembling finger. “So what do you say, Doc? You wanna do this right this time? You wanna jump with me?”
Tears streamed down my face. All I could manage was a nod. Preppy stood and lifted me into his arms. My legs went around his waist and he sat down with his back against the tower, me straddling his lap. All the effort I spent getting ready was out the window in about thirty seconds as we tore at each other’s hair and clothes. I was screaming his name not long after that. While he thrust inside me he kept kissing the new tattoo on my wrist and then my new ring, smiling like he couldn’t believe it was all real until we came together. Clawing at each other’s skin like we couldn’t get close enough.
Because we couldn’t.
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“Why is it that you don’t need to hurt me when we have sex anymore?” I whimpered. We’d just come down from our orgasms and I was admiring my new ring, holding it up as the moonlight flashed on the diamonds. Preppy was behind me, kissing my bare shoulder his fingers tracing lazy circles over my clit. “Because it’s okay if you need to. I get it. I do.”
“I know you get it. You’re the only one who really does.” Preppy gazed deeply into my eyes in a way that only he could. In a way that told me that he could see right through me. “Baby,” he groaned. I moaned in response. Maybe because he called me baby. Maybe because he began to stroke me harder. Faster. “Just because I don’t need to hurt you to get off, doesn’t mean that the pain isn’t there.”
Pressure began to build deep inside of me. “What...what do you mean?” I said, panting with need.
Preppy placed his other hand behind my neck, pulling me closer. “Dre, when I look at you, when I touch you. I love you so much it fucking HURTS,” he said against my neck, the vibration of his words had my nipples standing at firm attention all over again.
“I don’t want you to hurt,” I said, although I knew exactly what he meant because I felt the same. I had so much love for him it made my chest swell to the point where I thought I might break inside. Preppy looked down between us to where his swollen cock bobbed with his every move. The head thick and purple, throbbing and glistening at the tip, dripping with his own need. “No, Doc, it hurts, but it’s the best kind of pain.” Preppy’s eyes were half-lidded. A devilish smirk played on his lips. “Look, it hurts so bad even my cock is crying.”
I returned his smile, looking up at him through my lashes. I licked my lips. Preppy groaned, placing his hands on both sides of my head, running his fingers through my hair. I pushed him to his back and crawled down his body, giving a quick lick to the tip of his cock, which pulsed in response. I watched his expression darken as he watched me kiss and lick my way around his thick shaft. “Fuck,” he cursed. “What are you doing to me, woman?”
“If your cock’s crying, then I’m licking the tears away,” I said, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around to taste his salty pre-cum. I moaned, the sound shot straight between my legs.
Preppy dug his hands into my hair deeper, pulling, holding me with more force. His abs flexed as I took more and more of him into my mouth, lightly sucking as I circled my lips around the soft skin of his extremely hard shaft.
I pulled back and softly blew on his wet cock. All the muscles in his arms tensed. His hips bucked into the air. His mouth fell open as he gazed down at me with a lust filled expression I know mirrored my own. “Any better?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft.