Content Warning: Domestic Abuse
Chapter 20 -- Fragments
Bright red spots on a field of old linoleum.
I continue digging with tweezers, the tips falling to get a hold on the tiny sliver.
Stainless steel scrapes on jagged glass. More blood drips off my heel.
No matter how many times I clean them up, fragments remain.
I'll be walking on broken glass forever.
~*~*~*~
"Where we heading?"
"My place."
"Is that so?" I said. I arched my eyebrow at him. I knew Preston had said he was taking me back to his apartment, but I didn't know whether he had said it for Jameson's benefit or what. At the time, I was so glad to get away from my ex that I didn't ask any questions.
"It's not what you're thinking," he said quickly. "I just didn't think you'd want to overhear Kitten getting his birthday spanking."
I rolled my eyes.
"At least they're making an effort to be quiet now."
"
Cory
is making an effort to be quiet," he said. "Wolfie has been making a game out of it."
"God, he
would
do that," I laughed, then sobered up. Fuck. I did not look forward to going back alone only to listen to meowing and growling all night. As if running into my ex wasn't bad enough. I sank down into the passenger seat and drug my hand over my face with a groan.
"That bad, eh?" Preston asked.
"Why'd you come back?"
"I take care of my friends," he said. I looked at him, and he simply shrugged. His casual admission floored me so much that I couldn't find anything to say until Preston pulled into the apartment complex and led me to his door.
Once on the other side, I took his hand and pulled him into my arms. He braced his hands on my chest and looked up at me.
"Like I said, it's not what you're thinking," he said. "I don't want to take advantage—"
"You're not." He started to back out of my arms, but I held him tighter. I knew he wanted to be nice, but the last thing I wanted to do tonight was think.
"Let me just—"
I kissed him before he could say anything else. I nipped at his lips and they parted, granting me access. His cologne teased at my senses, reminding me of the other times I'd had his body pressed to mine. He rose up on his toes and I coaxed his tongue into my mouth, deepening our kiss. Jackets shook from shoulders, shoes slipped from feet. We let go of each other long enough to throw whatever item across the room.
The fingers of one hand stole up the back of his shirt to trace the column of his spine, the other hand I sent down to knead his ass. I could feel the tight swell clench under my palm as his hips rolled into me. He broke away and started making attempts at offering me a beer, an opportunity to talk, a million other things I could possibly want. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it in the vague direction of my jacket.
Preston bit his lip as he lifted a hesitant hand and let his fingers ghost over my nipple ring. I tipped up his chin and watched the realization bloom in his honey-brown eyes that my free hand had just unsnapped my jeans and drawn down the zipper.
When our lips next met, any sense of reserve vanished. Preston and I stumbled to his bed in a flurry of writhing tongues and groping hands. He pulled back to slide under the covers and invited me in with him. A few pieces of hastily shorn clothing flung out from under the blanket, and I was finally able to stretch myself along the full length of his warm and pliant body. I looked at him, from the tips of his soft brown hair, down to the parts of his body that I could see under the blanket. I felt his legs tangled up with mine, his sex digging into my hip. A fucking feast after nearly two years of famine. I'd spent enough sleepless nights thinking about what he had hidden under his clothes, and a few more besides having tasted and touched some of those secret places, but now that I had him in his full naked glory, I almost didn't know where to start.
Preston squirmed under my reverential palms, arched into me when they brushed over his hips and pulled him closer. His lips nibbled at my neck, followed the trail his hands blazed across my chest. He scooted down the bed, licking lower. His eyes went wide when he got down to my dick, and wider still when he found piercings twenty-four and twenty-five as if he knew where to look.
"You
have
been thinking about it," I said.
"I have," he admitted. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and we both shivered at the contact. His attention went back to the little bits of metal. "Fuck, a lorum and a guiche."
"How do you know what they're called?" Not that I'd shown them off to many people, but most would be surprised you could put a ring through the base of your dick or taint, let alone that there was a name for either one.
"Research." His perfectly shaped eyebrow swept up into a decidedly wicked look. "Always wanted to play with a pierced dick."
And with that said, his mouth closed over my head. I swore and he giggled as best he could around a mouthful of my dick. His fingers crept over my balls and flicked the little metal ring hiding behind while his tongue and lips worked me. I swore again and Preston pulled my head out of his mouth with a lascivious pop.
"Damn, sugar," he said. "The face you're making, you'd think I was hurting you."
Rather than answer, I pulled him up and shoved my tongue into his mouth. Preston wrapped his leg around my waist, and I took advantage of the position to touch where my hands had yet to stray before. My fingers slipped over the inside of his thigh, over a rounded cheek, and back down the cleft. He whimpered quietly when my fingertips first brushed over his tight little hole. I tickled over him again and he shivered. He grabbed my hand, and I was half afraid he was going to make me stop. Instead, he brought my hand to his lips and sucked two fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over them in much the same way as he had with my cock.
When he finally let them go, I let my fingers find his center once more. I pressed into him until his ass relaxed enough under my fingertips to allow me entry. He flexed his hips back, taking my finger up to the first knuckle. He flexed forward, grinding our cocks into each other's hip. I let him fuck himself on my finger, adding the second digit to further open him. His small moans filled my mouth.
"Do you have a condom?"
"Yes," he said. I pressed deeper inside of him and the word broke off in a cry. He slipped from me long enough to grab a condom and some lube. I quickly took out the lorum while he straddled my thighs. I let him slip on the rubber and slick me up.
Preston lined me up and carefully eased himself down on my cock. He worked his way down over me, taking me in another inch, lifting himself back almost to the tip, before sliding himself back down again, moaning and licking his lips in much the same way I had seen people react to really good cheesecake. At the last moment, I lifted my hips as he plunged back down and buried myself to the hilt in his body. We were both breathing hard by the time his sweet little ass rested on my thighs. His hand rested on my stomach, his body erect, back slightly arched, while he adjusted. I felt him twitch and spasm around me.
