Hell, if I was reading things correctly, his plans would probably involve dressing me in them.
He paused as he reached the door to the small attached bathroom. “Casey, do you remember your safewords?”
I nodded slowly, doing my best to remember how to breathe and function at the same time. Preston shook his head. “No, tell me the words.”
Shit. I had to talk.
I forced my lungs to take a deep breath and then focused on the neck of his shirt. “Red to stop. Yellow to slow things down. Green for good.”
He nodded and squeezed my hand. “What color are you now?”
“Green.” I wanted to hide, but the idea of stopping was more stressful than whatever would happen between us.
“Good boy. Thank you for telling me.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead.
Every time he did that, waves of emotion rushed through me. Pleasure was there, but it was mixed in with something sweeter that I wasn’t sure I could describe. Preston must have finally realized that despite looking like a basket case I actually wanted it, because he smiled and stepped through the doorway.
Once we were in the bathroom, everything changed. There were no more questions, nothing I had to decide. He released my hand and then took the panties from me before setting them on the counter. Watching his fingers caress over the fabric that would shortly be wrapped around my dick was hotter than I’d ever imagined.
Preston’s hand stroked over my cheek as he smiled tenderly and walked over to the shower. It was a combination tub and shower and not terribly big. I could see him mentally debating the options as he started turning on the water. With one last glance toward me, he nodded to himself and turned on the showerhead.
I wasn’t sure how he’d decided what he wanted or even how the mental debate had gone, but when I saw him adjusting the knob, all I pictured was him standing next to me in the shower, washing me slowly. My dick decided it liked that fantasy too, but that just reminded me of how sticky my clothes were.
Preston must have understood that, or maybe he just wanted to see me naked, because he walked back over to me and started undressing me. If it hadn’t been for the heated look in his gaze, I would have thought his movements were just efficient. It wasn’t until I looked into his eyes and saw how aroused he was that I realized he wanted to touch me…to strip me.
To see the cum-soaked panties?
I wasn’t so naïve that hadn’t occurred to me, but it was too embarrassing and arousing to think about.
When he tugged my shirt out of my pants and started slowly unbuttoning it, I had to fight the urge to hold my breath. His fingers worked quickly, but every once in a while he’d stroke a finger along my chest, making it hard for me to think.
Luckily, thinking didn’t seem to be required.
When he had it completely open, Preston ran his hands up my chest, caressing over my nipples before moving up to my shoulders. I shivered as the shirt slid down my arms. When it was off, he tossed it into the dirty clothes basket and turned back to just watch me for a moment.
I wanted to squirm under that heated gaze, but I felt like a gazelle right before the lion was ready to strike. My heart seemed to be beating a million miles an hour, but I was frozen as he brought his hands back up to me and started slowly stroking over my chest.
When he flicked his fingers over my nipples, I gasped out and he chuckled. “My cutie is sensitive.”
It didn’t seem to be a question, so I just let the waves of pleasure rush through me as he teased the sensitive tips. When he pinched them, my toes curled, and I felt my eyes close as my dick hardened again. “So beautiful.”
The warmth and desire in his voice sent new waves of pleasure through me as he continued to tease my nipples. I felt him get closer, then his lips brushed against my neck. “Next time, when you’re not sticky and covered in cum, I’m going to take my time and see just how much you like it when I play with your nipples.”
I jerked as his breath caressed over me, but I couldn’t help leaning into his touch. When he gave me one last pinch before moving his hands away from my nipples, I groaned in frustration. Preston chuckled but seemed to have a new goal in mind because he didn’t give me what I was trying to subtly beg for.
When his fingers brushed the skin just above the button on my pants, I knew what he would do next. My eyes were still clenched shut as the waistband loosened and the zipper started to ease over my erection. I wasn’t ready to see the look on his face.
I knew my fears were ridiculous.
He’d already said how much he liked the idea of me in panties, and he ran a male lingerie company. Nothing I was wearing would shock him. Hell, from what Eli and Lane had hinted at, as well as the spanking fantasy from earlier, nothing I wanted would surprise him.
Still, the wait felt like years instead of seconds.
When my pants finally slid down my thighs, the silence from Preston made it hard to breathe. As one finger trailed along the top edge of the panties, I jerked. Preston’s hand wrapped around my hip to steady me, but by the way he chuckled, he wasn’t too worried.
His finger finally closed the distance and traced over my erection and through the damp spot on the panties, making my face heat up again. “My boy was very excited. You should see how wet your panties are.”
When I shook my head, he chuckled again. “But you’re so sexy like this.”
