Adrien's POV 

I woke up to warm sunlight shining in my face. The golden beams peeked through the crack in the curtains, lighting up the dark apartment.

I let out a groan and rubbed my eyes, pushing myself up to sit on my elbows.

My entire body ached. My arms, my back, my legs—I definitely overdid it last night, especially with all that dancing I did at the club, but I couldn't complain. It had been a stellar, exhilarating night kindled out of love and good vibes.

It was a night I'd never forget.

I sat up on the couch, stretching my arms above my head and arching my back. The blanket that was on me slipped down, exposing my bare skin to the cold air circling our apartment.

Preston wasn't with me on the couch like he had been when we fell asleep. For a moment a part of me wondered where he had gone, but the soft pitter-pattering of the shower running from down the hall cured any curiosity I had. When I peeked over the couch and down our tiny hallway by the front entrance, the bathroom light was peeking out from the cracked open door.

With a heavy breath, I pulled the blanket back up and wrapped it around myself. I glanced away from the hall and turned to see Latte visibly curled up at the end of the couch by my feet, fast asleep.

He looked all cute and adorable with his paw covered over his face as he slept, and I couldn't help but smile and lay my head down next to him, scratching behind his ears. I spent a couple of minutes petting Latte, combing my fingers through his blonde fur, before I placed a kiss on the top of his head and got off the couch, wincing at the pain in my back and legs.

I dropped the blanket on the couch, not caring that I was still naked from last night, dried slick and semen clinging to the inside of my thighs. I headed to the bathroom. When I pushed the door open and stepped inside, Preston was visibly standing under the shower head through the foggy glass door, eyes closed as the water pelted over his face and rolled down his chest.

He brushed strands of his dark hair out of his face, soaked from the raining water. God, he was so hot with his eyes closed, biceps flexed, water droplets rolling off of him.

Even just standing in the shower he looked like a harmonious renaissance sculpture—my mind rushed back to the hot and passionate sex we had last night, and now, I was craving him all over again.

Biting my lip, I quietly closed the bathroom door behind me and approached the shower. I pushed open the glass door and stepped in, Preston fully unaware of my presence until I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Good morning to you too." Preston chuckled. He dropped his hands from his hair and turned around to face me, the water raining down against his back. I tilted my head to look up at him, smiling wide.

"Good morning, my love," I said. Preston smiled softly and leaned down to kiss my lips. I kissed him back. When he pulled back, he gazed down at me with love shining in his eyes, sliding his hands up the sides of my face to tangle his fingers into my now-damp curls.

"Mm...you're so pretty. You look like a beautiful mess this morning. That means I fucked you good last night." He said, grinning. I rolled my eyes.

"I was the one who did most of the work. Shouldn't I be the one saying that I fucked you good last night?" I argued.

"You did fuck me good. Your ass squeezed me so perfectly, so wet and tight, and you looked so fucking sweet while riding me. It broke my brain a little bit." He admitted. A vibrant blush coated my face, my heart skipping a beat.

Just leave it to Preston to say the most winsome, yet most vulgar things in a single sentence.

"I can do it again..." I murmured, biting my lower lip. Preston raised a brow, smiling.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..." I pushed up on my tip toes and pressed my lips against his.

Preston kissed me back. His grip on my hair tightened as my lips parted, and he dipped his tongue inside. I moaned against his mouth. I kissed him deeper, and with my hands on his chest, I pushed his back against the tiled wall.

I traced my lips from his mouth to his jaw and began kissing a path down his body. I kissed his neck, his collarbone, his chest, brushing my lips down the soft ridges of his stomach. I got on my knees, kissing the deep V of his pelvis, gliding my hand up his leg and circling my fingers around his hardening cock.

Preston cursed. He slanted back against the cold tiles as I kissed the crown of his length, teasingly stroking the base in my firm grip, before taking him into my mouth.

I bobbed my head, licking and sucking and circling my tongue over every inch of him. When I glanced up, I was met with the breathtaking sight of Preston with his eyes on me, lip caught between his teeth, his face contorted in pleasure.

I pulled my mouth off him for the briefest of moments—I coated my fingers with saliva and then my lips were back on Preston's cock, and my hand between his legs.

"Fuck—keep going." Preston groaned. He tangled his fingers back into my hair when I slid a finger inside of him, thrusting it in and out of him. He hit his head back against the tiles. I slid a second finger in, curling my fingers and rubbing them up against his prostate, his curses getting louder and his cock pulsing in my mouth.

I loved it. Seeing him in the throes of pleasure, edged to the gates of the Elysian fields and back again by my mouth and fingers. As much as I loved him taking control, ordering me around and fucking me on any surface, it was just as sweet to watch him break apart like this—his moans fragmented, his muscles taut, and his skin blushed from the hot stream of the water.

It only brightened my desire for him, always eager to please him just so that I could see that euphoric look on his face again.

He began fucking my mouth in earnest, driving his hips forward until he nearly hit the back of my throat. I dug my nails into Preston's thighs. I stopped moving my head and instead let him use me, let him fuck my throat as he pleased. My eyes watered from how deep he was, but his ragged breaths and deep moans were like angels singing in my ear.

I was love-drunk on his moans, on the taste of him, on the rough hand in my hair as he nearly choked me with his cock. It sent shivers spiralling down my spine, slick dripping between my legs.

Preston pulled me off his cock. I gasped for breath, saliva dripping down my chin. I barely had time to react before Preston hoisted me up into his arms, his hands resting on my ass to hold me up as he shoved his cock inside of me.

He didn't bother to ease me into it. As I clung to him, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, he fucked me hard and fast, chasing release. With my hips clutched tight in his grasp, he brought them down to meet every rough, vehement thrust of his cock, rendering me into a whining, moaning mess.

"You're still soaked from last night, baby." Preston groaned between breaths. He dug his nails into my hips, leaving crescent indents on my skin. I could only whimper in response. "I fucking love it."

"P-Preston," I whimpered, my breath coming out in quick, soft gasps.

My nails scratched desperately at his shoulder blades, hot pleasure twirling up my spine. I was so close already, so fucking close—my entire body trembled and burned with need.

Preston smiled at me knowingly, at my desperation. He brought my hips down harder to meet him, each thrust burying him all the way inside of me, nearly bruising my cervix.

"You sound so fucking pretty, crying out my name like that. So broken in pleasure..." Preston leaned his forehead against mine. "It drives me crazy, hearing you cry and moan with my cock inside of you."

To emphasize his point, he thrusted hard into me, knocking the breath out of me with tears in my eyes.

"Do you feel how hard I am for you?" Preston whispered. "This is what you do to me, baby. It takes everything in me to not blow my fucking load the moment my cock is inside your sweet, tight hole. If you weren't on birth control, you'd be fucking pregnant by now from how much I love fucking you."

My orgasm shattered through me in explosive waves, just like it had last night. The cascading water echoed with my cries, my voice broken and trembling. Preston came seconds later, shooting his load into me with a groan after a few more hard, deep thrusts. We clung to each other, as we rode out our intense waves of release, breaths heavy and hearts pounding.

As we slowly calmed down, Preston set me down on shaky legs, and I rested my cheek against his solid chest.

"You gotta stop saying stuff like that," I said in between heavy breaths. I wrapped my arms around him. Preston chuckled and kissed the top of my head, brushing his fingers through my hair.

"No way, baby. Not when I know how much you love my dirty talk." He said. I rolled my eyes and lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest as I looked up at him. Preston glanced down at me and smirked.

"You're right, I do love your dirty talk." I bit my lip, cheeks flushed red. He slipped his hand from my hair and cupped my face, pressing a soft kiss against my lips.