Page 71 of Trouble from Abroad
“Never put your mouth on a man who hasn’t made youcome first. Who hasn’t begged for the chance to taste you. Who hasn’t earned it.”
Oh, shit.
By that logic, I’ve never had proper cause to suck a single dick in my entire life.
He carries on, since I only communicate through moans now. “Do you know the saying ‘don’t do to others what you wouldn’t want done to yourself?’ For head, it’s the opposite. Don’t waste a second on a man who’s not desperate to go down on you. So the rule is: don’t do to others what they haven’t fucking earned.”
Preston lifts my chin, gaze locked on mine, dead serious. “If he hasn’t made you scream for mercy with his mouth on your pussy—” His palm lowers, presses between my thighs, fingers sliding slow and firm over silk. My hips widen, answering before my mouth can. “He doesn’t get your time. He doesn’t get your smile. He sure as hell doesn’t get your mouth. Got it?”
I nod so fast I might sprain something.
“Good.” He grins, and my chin drops—having him in control feels borderline spiritual. “Now, the next part of our lesson…”
For one sanity-snapping second, his fingers leave my pussy.
He slides his thumb beneath my waistband in a deliberate move. And even when he’s seconds away from total depravity, ever the gentleman, he asks, “May I have this pleasure?”
I stop him, my free hand leaving his neck to wrap around his wrist. Not to refuse—but to stall. To manage expectations. Because even though my panties could end asmall drought, my brain’s sprinting in circles, and I need him to know it’s not about him.
“Pres, I’ve… never come from…”
Again, he silences me with a kiss. Hotter and hungrier than before. Just distracting enough to settle the nerves buzzing through me.
Forehead to forehead, breath tangled with mine, he drags me closer by the waist—straight into his hard cock—and asksagain, softer now,deadlier, “May I have this pleasure?”
I nod, but he’s not done.
“I want to make you come, Mia. But make no mistake, this isn’t just for you. I’ve been dying to taste you. To spread you open with my tongue. Then wider with my fingers. To figure out if you lose your mind faster when I suck your clit or when I flick it.”
Oh, fuck. My hips jerk against him on instinct. A needy grind. No shame.
I’ve got toys for each of those sensations—one that pulses, one that flickers—but never a man curious to find out which breaks me first.
“I’m going to make you feel good, baby. So good. I want you soaked and shaking. And when you cry out my name? When your thighs tremble around my face? I’ll feel invincible. Like a fucking god. You begging for more is the part I’m looking forward to the most. Because I’m not stopping, Mia. Not until you're a fucking mess with only my name on your tongue.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” The curses slip out, no louder than a breath. I have no filter, no finesse left as I teeter on the edge, just from hisvoice and the filthy promises spilling from his mouth. I rub myself all over his cock.
“No, baby.” He keeps our foreheads pressed together, but pulls his hips back. I whimper at the loss, mourning the lack of contact. “You come on my face tonight. On my tongue. While I drink your every drop.”
“Preston, I’m about to come just from your words,” I pant.
“You like hearing what I’ll do to you?”
“So much. So bad. The only excuse you have to stop talking dirty like that is if you’re kissing me.”
“Down here too?” His finger slips beneath the wide leg of my shorts, past the edge of my panties. I moan, mouth parting, hips chasing every stroke.
“Fuck, baby. Is this all for me?” His index slides in easy, just the tip. I’m slick and hot, my body eager to take him deeper.
I nod frantically. He has to know. He has to feel what he’s doing to me.
“I’m going to lick this pussy dry, then make you wet all over again. I’m going to eat you until there’s nothing left to taste, then I’m going to keep going just to hear you whimper.”
I whimper on cue, body short-circuiting like it’s voice-activated.
“Remember, Mia, this isn’t just about you.Ineed this. So I'm going to take my time. If you come too fast, I won’t stop. I’ll keep eating you. And you’re going to take it. You’re going to takeme. Tonight, baby,you’re going to let me feast.”
“Oh, God.” My knees buckle, and I grab onto his shouldersto keep standing. His hands move to my waist, steadying me. His hold never falters.
