Authors: Sarah Sparrows
Cage (36 page)
Preston smirked and shook his head at
me, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from my breasts. As I released them from
my bra he pulled it away, taking one in each hand as he kissed me again, his
fingers brushing over my skin with such reverence I thought I would burst into
tears right there.
“I’m so sorry,” he said over and over
again. “I wish there had been some other way…”
“Make it up to me,” I told him, pushing
his head down between my thighs.
Preston sank to his knees in front of
me, pushing my skirt up my hips and sliding my panties down my calves as he
gingerly kissed his way up my legs. He took his time, caring nothing for what
was happening outside the limo, focusing only one my body and how many ways he
could make it sing under his expert caress. I leaned my head back and moaned as
he pulled me toward the edge of my seat, and when he pressed his lips against
my aching womanhood, I felt my core shudder and hum with delight.
“Preston,” I breathed, grasping his
hair. His tongue made one long lick from my entrance to crest of my vulva and I
sighed, arching, my nipples puckering in the cool air conditioning as he spread
my folds with his fingers.
“Every day of my life,” he said between
licks. “I’ll do this every day of my life if it means you’ll forgive me.”
“Oh, Preston,” I said again, shivering
as he began to torture my bud in earnest. “I already do.”
But that didn’t stop him. I knew it
wouldn’t. I had been counting on it.
He slid one of his fingers inside of me,
using it to brush my sweet spot as his lips wrapped around my tender nubbin and
sucked gently. I reeled, my heels on his shoulders as he devoured me. I felt
like the only woman in all the world at that moment, like nothing that had
happened to either of us had ever mattered. We were all there was, all there
ever would be. I closed my eyes, squirming as Preston brought me to the edge of
oblivion, holding me there as I moaned his name and inhaled his scent with
every labored breath I took of him.
“Don’t stop,” I urged him, pulling on
his hair as a wave of pleasure shook me. “Jesus Christ, Preston. Don’t ever
stop!”
“Never,” he promised, getting back up
onto his knees. He laid me back against the leather seat, climbing on top of me
as we kissed again and I tasted my sweet nectar all over his lips.
I whimpered and pressed up against him,
my fingers quivering as I worked each button on his shirt. I swept it away,
reveling in the sensation of his smooth, broad chest pressed against my own. I
could feel his abs ripple against my taut tummy, could feel the weight of him
pressing down on me in all the right ways. Involuntarily I parted my legs for
him, letting his hips rest in the valley between them. I didn’t even have to
think about making love to Preston. It was something as natural as blinking, as
breathing in the air around me. My body acquiesced to it before the question
was even asked in my mind.
He slipped his strong arms around me,
his biceps bulging and quaking as he lifted me up to his mouth. In the space
between us I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his legs
along with his boxer briefs until I could feel his hard flesh brushing against
my mound. He was so stiff, so swollen for me that I knew it must be painful. I
let my hand wander over it, teasing his shaft with my fingers as I traced every
vein that ran from root to tip, making him shudder and groan.
“Maddy,” he gasped into my ear. His
breath was sweltering hot. “I need you.”
“I need you too,” I told him, wrapping
my legs around his waist as he took the invitation and dove inside of me,
striking deep and true.
I threw my head back, my hair spilling
over the seat behind me as Preston captured my throat in his lips. He placed
soft, lazy kisses all along it, each press of his mouth inspiring in me a new
kind of pleasure I’d never felt before. I wiggled as he teased, sighing and
shivering, digging my nails into his shoulders as he pumped steadily into my
warm, wet chasm. There was a tenderness in his touch this time, a desperation
that transcended mere carnal need.
Preston wasn’t fucking me this time.
This time, we were making love.
I hid my face in the curve of his neck,
muffling my cries of ecstasy on his flesh. He only allowed this for a few
moments before he took a handful of my hair and pulled me away from him, gazing
into my eyes as he said, “Look at me.”
I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing with
shy desire. He smiled and kissed each one, showering that redness with
affection as it lit up my freckles like the lights on a Christmas tree.
Preston drove into me again and again
until finally he sat back on his heels, pulling my hips up onto the tops of his
thighs and knees. He held me with one hand as the other drifted to my pussy,
his thumb grinding into my clit as I seized and shouted, clenching him between
my thighs as I gasped for breath.
“Fuck! Preston!”
“Cum for me, Maddy,” he said. He sounded
more like he was begging than commanding. It thrilled me all the same. “Please,
baby. I want to feel you around me. I need to feel you…”
I grasped my tits in my hands, tugging
and toying with my nipples as bolts of bliss jolted into my core. A tension was
building, one that had been waiting quite some time for release, and when the
dam finally burst I careened headlong into a beautiful abyss.
I writhed uncontrollably, my inner
muscles clenching down around Preston’s cock and milking it for all it was
worth as wave after wave of rapture overtook me. It was like a tide was
sweeping me out into an endless sea, pulling me down into depths I could not
fathom, assuring that I would never breathe again as I sank and sank. And yet I
didn’t care. I wanted those waves to drown me, to pour over me and wash every
ounce of my being away. But Preston kept me grounded. He held onto me, watching
as his face twisted with pleasure, gritting his teeth as his own passion
consumed him just as it had consumed me.
“Maddy,” he groaned. That word left his
lips like a prayer, and a moment later, he worshipped me with his seed.
He fell forward and I caught him,
kissing him over and over as he filled me in the way I’d needed ever since we’d
last seen each other. That sensation of wholeness returned to me, and for the
first time in weeks, I felt utterly at peace with him and with myself.
We lay together for innumerable moments,
entwined in one another and unwilling to let go. Tears were brimming in my eyes
again. The tidal wave of my pleasure had been replaced by one of emotion, and I
couldn’t stop the sobs wracking my body as Preston kept me safe in his arms.
“Hey,” he said, finally drawing away
from me. “You know who deserves a happy ending?”
“We do,” I said, laughing as I blinked
the happy tears from my eyes. “We fucking do.”
Preston smiled. He brushed the last tear
away with his thumb. “You’re damn right,” he told me. “And I think I know just
the place to make it happen...”
PRESTON
If
you’d told me three weeks ago that I’d have Maddy out on my boat
cruising through the Caribbean, I would have said you were crazy. Back then she
was still my soon-to-be stepsister, it looked like my father had won, and I’d
firmly believed I’d chased away the love of my life for good.
Now here we were, just the two of us
aboard my boat, the shadow of impending relation no longer looming over us. We
were finally, completely free, and it was the best feeling I’d ever had.
I watched her as she sauntered over in
her white string bikini, the one with a big, gold ring that pulled together the
front of her top and accentuated her inhumanly perfect cleavage. The way her
hair fluttered in the warm breeze made her look like she was in some kind of
Sports Illustrated
ad as she bent over
to hand me another daiquiri.
I gently pulled open the front of her
top with one finger and peeked at her bountiful breasts. She laughed and
slapped my hand away before sitting down on my lap, relaxing against me in the
sun.
“This is perfect,” she said, sipping on
her drink as we baked under the clear skies together. “I can’t believe how
lucky we are.”
“Good things come to those who do good,”
I told her. It might have been ineloquent, but it was true. “You taught me
that,” I added, kissing her shoulder.
She smiled and turned toward me, placing
her own kiss on my temple. “I love you, Preston Harvey. You know that?”
I grinned. It was the first time either
of us had said it to each other, but we’d both known well before now how we
felt. It had been love at first sight—we just hadn’t known it at the time.
Now that we did, it was something we’d never forget.
It still felt good to hear her say it,
though. And it was only fitting, since I had a very important question for her.
“I love you too,” I replied, kissing her
on the lips. Then I tapped her thigh with the palm of my hand. “You gotta get
up, though. I have something to give you.”
Maddy giggled and stood, looking up at
me as I got up from the lounge chair. “Is that a ring box in your pocket, or
are you just happy to see me?”
I stared at her, mouth agape. “You
bitch,” I muttered, giggling as she slapped my shoulder. “You ruined the
surprise.”
“The real surprise would be if you
managed to slip something past me,” she said, biting her lip as she gazed up
into my eyes. “Come on, Preston. Ask me. You already know what I’m going to
say.”
I smirked. “Yes, ma’am,” I said as I did
what I was told.
I lowered myself down on one knee with
much grunting and groaning and holding my back while Maddy rolled her eyes and
tried not to smile at me. Then I reached into the pocket of my shorts and
pulled out the ring box she’d already known was there. At least she didn’t know
what was inside of it.
“Madison Hearst,” I began, and even
though I knew what her answer would be, my pulse quickened all the same. “You
are the single best thing to have ever happened to me. Before you, I thought I
knew what wealth was. Before you, I thought I knew how the world worked. Before
you, I was sure there was no such thing as love. Well, I was an idiot. You made
me see that. And now I want to show you something in return.”
I opened up the box. I’d never felt so
proud in my life as I did at that moment when she gasped.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Jesus,
Preston. It’s beautiful!”
She stared down at the rose gold ring
I’d picked out for her, the one with a twisted, diamond-encrusted shank framing
the brightest pink diamond money could buy. Knowing and loving Maddy had made
me rich in an intangible way, but being an actual billionaire still had its
merits when it came to gifts.
The sun reflected off the gem’s surface,
painting Maddy’s face with an array of prisms that would have rivaled the Hope
Diamond. I took her hand—she was too flabbergasted to give it to me on
her own—and slowly slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, just
as I’d intended. It had been hell getting her ring size while she was sleeping.
“Madison Hearst,” I intoned, trying to
sound very, very serious. “Will you marry me?”
Maddy looked from me to the ring, then
back again. I quirked a brow at her as I waited for her to respond.
In typical Maddy fashion, she made me
wait. And then she grinned and threw her arms around me as I stood, bouncing up
and down as she cried, “Yes! Yes!” over and over again.
My heart swelled as I took her in my
arms, holding her tightly and kissing over the waves of her hair as she
committed to being my wife. I’d never wanted anything so badly in all my life
as this, and now that I had it, I felt utterly complete.
Maddy looked up at me and bit her lip.
With a very put-on Southern accent, she asked me, “Does that mean we ain’t
gonna be kin no more?”
I shook my head at her and laughed.
“Only by marriage,” I replied, and kissed my bride-to-be once more.