Adrien's POV 

It was past one in the morning by the time Preston and I got back to our apartment. We stumbled down the hallway to our apartment door as quietly as we could, kissing and laughing and our hands all over each other.

After spending most of our evening fooling around at the nightclub dancing and making out with each other until we forgot our own names, Luka dropped us back off at our apartment. He and Elijah were just as eager to get back to their place as Preston and I were to get back to ours after tonight's events, our bodies and minds hazed in lust.

They were going to be up all night tonight.

Preston fumbled for his keys as we kissed, my arms thrown around his neck. When he finally got the door unlocked, he pushed me inside our apartment with his arm around my waist, hastily slamming the door shut behind us.

A gasp left my lips when Preston shoved me back against the door. He pinned me against the wooden frame, hand pressed against the door just above my head.

"Did you and Elijah have fun teasing us tonight?" Preston's lips brushed against mine, his eyes dark and blazed in lust.

I loved when he looked at me like that—driven by pure, carnal instinct. It took everything in me not to rip his clothes off then and there, and let him have his way with me right in the middle of the entryway.

"Mhm...he's an amazing kisser." I purred, tangling my fingers into his dark hair. "It was fun watching you and Luka squirm."

"Uhuh, I bet it was." Preston acknowledged. "You can think that all you want, baby, but at the end of the day...you come home to me." He brushed his lips over my jaw, breath tickling my skin. "It's my lips you crave all over your body. Kissing you...tasting you..."

His lips found my neck. I tilted my head back against the door, my breath stuttering as he kissed and bit my skin, dragging his tongue over my collarbone.

He kissed my chest, slow and soft and zealous. He continued his journey lower—he got on his knees in front of me. He pushed up my shirt, bunching it in his fists. He pressed his hand against my chest to keep me still, leaving open-mouth kisses all over my stomach and hip bones.

My entire body tingled, heat fluttering in my stomach. He stood back up and pressed his lips against mine again, his hand gripping my jaw. His grip was firm, controlling, demanding, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped me.

"Am I wrong, baby?" Preston whispered, his eyes on mine again.

"No...But don't think I didn't see how you enjoyed Luka manhandling you tonight." I murmured. "You enjoyed yourself as much as I did."

"Well, I can't really deny that. He's an amazing kisser." Preston smirked. I laughed, pushing him off me.

He stumbled two steps back with a chuckle, only to grab my wrist and tug me right back to him, his lips meeting mine for another heated make-out.

He walked us backwards towards the living room. The two of us nearly tripped on the floorboards, not once breaking our kiss. We reached the couch and I shoved him down onto the cushions, climbing on top of him.

With a hand on Preston's chest, I pushed him onto his back, his lips ripping away from mine. He gazed up at me, chest heaving, his icy eyes aflame. I smiled, lip caught between my teeth, and slid my hand under his shirt.

Preston didn't say a word. His gaze burned into me as my fingers danced across his warm skin, brushing over soft, taut muscles. I pushed his shirt up, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest and torso—and fuck me, I could stare at him all night, admiring his beauty and everything else about him.

I tugged his shirt off over his head, and he let me, his eyes not leaving me as I tossed it to the floor. My shirt was next. I hastily peeled it off of me and stood up from the couch. I unzipped my jeans, dropping them to the floor along with my underwear.

Preston sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes soaked in my naked body, silently worshipping me like he was admiring a piece of ethereal art. His blazing stare made my heart skip a beat.

And I ached for him—for him to touch me, for him to put his lips all over me, to mark me as his, leaving no inch of skin untouched by him.

"Come here." He breathed, tugging me back onto the couch. A gasp left my lips as he grabbed my waist and forced me to straddle his chest, my back facing him.

"Preston—"

"Sit on my face, baby." He said, patting my thighs gently. A vibrant blush painted my face, but after some hesitation, I scooted backwards until I was hovering over him.

His hands brushed over the skin of my thighs. He traced the curves of my hips and ass, squeezing gently—goosebumps glittered up my spine, my heart pounding faster.

I moaned when Preston's tongue swiped across my entrance, my face burning hotter than sunlight. He flattened his tongue against me, licking and kissing, his arms tightening their hold around my hips to keep me firmly pinned against him.

I dug my nails into the top of the couch and squeezed. A series of moans danced from my lips, only growing louder when Preston shoved two fingers inside of me alongside his tongue, a mixture of his spit and my slick running down my thighs.

"Oh god, Preston." I whimpered. He fucked his fingers into me harder, faster, darting his tongue out to catch the slick that slipped past his fingers. He left me a whining, shivering mess, unable to catch my breath.

I leaned over to steady myself and I hastily reached for Preston's belt and unbuckled it. I popped open the button of his pants and pushed them off his hips, freeing his hardened cock.

Preston groaned under me, his voice muffled by my thighs. I curled my hand around his cock and dragged my tongue along the length of him, gently licking and teasing, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive head. I then forced him into my mouth as deep as I could take him, eagerly sucking and bobbing my head.

It felt so good—Preston's fingers in me, his cock in my mouth—my mind was numb to everything else but the pleasure that seized my body, and no matter how hard I tried to force back my moans, they kept spilling out of me like wet paint on a blank canvas.

And when I pulled his cock out of my mouth to catch my breath, using my hand to jerk him off, my eyes locked on the gorgeous sight in front of me.

Preston's cock, rock solid and blushed red at the tip, precum oozing out from the slit. I thought about it inside of me, his fingers replaced by the most intimate part of him, which only fuelled the carousel of moans that crawled out from my throat.

"You're so pretty when you moan like that, sweetheart." Preston murmured. He pressed a kiss against my butt cheek. He curled his fingers inside me, thrusting them deeper, drawing another broken moan out from my lips.

His free hand squeezed my waist and slowly ghosted up my back, his fingers tracing my skin. "So fucking beautiful. And so fucking wet. Do you want me to fuck you, baby?"

"Please." I whined. My legs shook when his fingers brushed against that sweet spot inside of me. From his brief moment of silence, I knew that he was smiling, but I didn't have the heart to be annoyed at him for it.

All I could think about was my need for release, and his cock inside of me, a sweet kind of bliss only he could give me.

"Put this cute ass to work and ride me." He pulled his fingers out of me and squeezed my ass with both hands.

After taking a moment to catch my breath, I didn't hesitate to push myself up and turn back around to face him, settling myself on his lap. He smirked up at me and rested his hands over my thighs. The blush on my face burned hotter, warmth pooling deep in my pelvis from all his staring.

I reached behind me and grabbed a firm hold of Preston's cock. Our moans harmonized together as I lowered down, taking him in inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt inside of me, his pelvis flush against me between my legs.

"Fuck." Preston cursed. He reached above his head and grabbed the armrest, biting hard on his lower lip. I started moving—moaning aloud with every rise and fall of my hips, a steady echo of flesh slapping flesh ringing in my ears.

"Fuck, fuck, keep going—just like that, baby." Preston groaned. His grip on the armrest tightened. His eyes were focused between my legs, where our bodies connected. "Don't fucking stop."

"Oh—yes, yes, yes, yes." I whimpered, thrusting down harder against him, my movements becoming chaotic and desperate. "God, it feels so good."

I couldn't get enough of it. Of him. It didn't matter how often we had sex, I always found myself needing and aching for him one way or another. And every time we connected like this, in the most primal, intimate way known to man, it was heaven. Pure heaven. Each time was like our first time all over again, only better.

"I love you." I breathed out. My legs began to shake, my orgasm slowly creeping up on me. "I love you so much."

Preston smiled wide. He looked so hot and divine lying under me, forehead and chest glistening with sweat. "I love you more."

"Don't—Don't even start with that." I huffed out between breaths. I ceased my thrusting altogether, trying to catch my breath. My thighs burned, my face and chest flushed red.

"With what?" He asked innocently. I scoffed.

"With that freaking I love you, no I love you more bullshit. Especially while your dick is inside me."

Preston laughed. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him, his lips inches from mine.

"But it's true. I do love you more." He hummed. He pressed a kiss against my lips. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up."

"No."

I groaned. He chuckled against my lips. He began kissing down my jaw and neck, leaving soft, open mouth kisses and bites on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tilted my head to the side, moaning when he kissed the most sensitive spots on my neck and collarbone.

I started moving again, driving my hips down at a slower, steadier pace than before, my soft gasps and whines saturating the air. Preston continued to feather kisses all over my skin, gliding his lips upwards until they were against mine again, pulling me in.

I moaned against his mouth, gasping when he dug the tips of his fingers into my waist, guiding me down on his cock faster—harder.

"Preston," I cried, my nails digging into his shoulder blades. "I-I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, sweetheart." He murmured between harsh breaths.

My orgasm crashed through me after a series of hard, heart-shattering thrusts, my entire body seizing up and shaking from the explosive waves of ecstasy. Preston was right behind me. He pinned my hips down with a heavy groan and buried himself to the hilt as he came inside of me.

I slumped against Preston, panting for breath, my arms and legs feeling like jello. I still shivered from the intensity of my orgasm, but it was good. So, so, good. With my head against his shoulder, I savoured his warmth, my eyelids quickly becoming heavy.

Preston traced soothing circles over my back. His breathing slowed back down, and the rushing beat of his heart returned to normal a few minutes later. He carefully eased me off his cock. I could feel his semen dripping out of me and down my thighs, but I was too tired to care about it.

And when he laid back down on the couch, pulling me down with him to lay on top of him, I nearly fell asleep right then and there.

"I love you." He whispered against my ear as he traced hearts all over my back, and kissed my temple.

"Mm...I love you more..." I murmured sleepily. Preston chuckled softly.

"Mhm...sure you do."

"Shut up." I grumbled. I smacked him on the chest and snuggled further against him, tucking my face into the junction of his neck. Preston laughed. He hugged me tighter and pressed one last kiss on the top of my head.

"Fine, I'll shut up. But only so you can sleep."

"Uhuh..." I mumbled halfheartedly, and dozed off.