Bright Lights and Summer Nights: A Fake Dating Billionaire Sports Romance (Black Tie Billionaires)

I can’t believe I’m letting Preston do this. I can’t believe I want him to. The vibrator pulses against my inner thigh, both teasing and torturing me. All I want is for Preston to spread my thighs and place the vibrator against my clit to give me relief, but he doesn’t listen.

He’s teasing me and having fun with it, and I’m doing everything I can to hold on to some of the control.

“Do you think you make the rules between us, rebel?” Preston finally asks after being quiet for a few moments.

My hips buck when he guides the vibrator a little higher up my thigh, getting close to exactly where I want him. I moan, my fingernails scraping at the back of his neck. At least if he’d kiss me, it would help with the pressure that’s built between my thighs.

Later, I might be embarrassed that he caught me pleasuring myself, but all I can think about right now is how badly I want him to finish the job.

“Answer me,” he demands, peppering kisses along my jaw.

“At least for right now, it seems like I’m the one making the rules.” I lift my chin, allowing him more access to my neck. Stubble scratches my tender skin as his lips travel the hollow of my throat.

Preston laughs, his teeth raking against the base of my neck. “Maybe you are. Now, you can either open your legs for me or get this T-shirt off so I can see all of you.”

The vibrator in his hand travels even closer to where I’m begging for him to go. It’s so close but also so far. I don’t know if I hate him for teasing me this much or if it turns me on even more to draw it out like this.

“Guess I’ll pick for you, then,” Preston announces. Catching me by surprise, he circles my clit once with the vibrator. A whimper falls from my lips at how good it feels.

“Shirt off. Now.” He grabs the bottom of my T-shirt and begins to lift it.

“So I’m going to be completely naked while you’re clothed? That doesn’t seem fair,” I argue. My words contradict my actions as I lift my shoulders from the pillows to help him get the shirt off more easily. Only using one hand doesn’t slow him at all, and it doesn’t take long for the sleep shirt to be discarded on the side of the bed and for cold air to be caressing my nipples.

The only sound in the room is the sound of the buzzing vibrator against the comforter. He stays quiet for so long I wonder if he even heard my question at all. I watch him carefully, trying to read his reaction.

His eyes travel along my body. He looks at me so hungrily with darkened eyes, not ever giving me the time to feel bashful of him seeing every inch of me. I can’t feel shy with him looking at me with so much possession and desperation.

No. Now, all I want is for him to touch me. For him to do something whether it be with the vibrator, his mouth, his hands, anything.

“You’re fucking magnificent,” he rasps.

“Can’t say the same about you since you won’t take anything off,” I quip, trying to cut through the tension in the room. It doesn’t help. The heat in his eyes, the hard set of his jaw, and the way he looks up and down my body like he can’t get enough lead me all to one conclusion—I have to fuck Preston Rhodes. Because no one has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me right now, and I don’t think I can ever get enough of it.

“I love it when you talk back to me.” He runs his hand over his mouth, his focus on my lips. Reaching down, he traces my bottom lip with his thumb. “Maybe one day, I’ll get to fuck that sass right out of your mouth.”

My eyelids flutter shut. His words are filthy, and I’m savoring every one of them. They turn me on, only intensifying the pure lust running through my bloodstream.

“Good luck,” I respond, arching my hips slightly. I don’t spread my thighs all the way open like he wants me to, but I do want to tease him like he’s done to me. He licks his lips, and it’s such a simple move but it’s so incredibly sexy I want to watch him do it again. “Looking forward to you trying, though,” I add.

My entire body is on fire, every inch of me begging for some sort of attention to get some relief. I run a hand along my rib cage until I’m able to palm my own breast. My fingers dance along the tender and aching skin until I pinch my nipple, giving my body just the smallest amount of reprieve.

Preston clicks his tongue. “If I wasn’t so fucking eager to watch you come, I might punish you by depriving you of an orgasm.”

“Good thing you’re eager, then.”

A low rumble of a laugh comes from deep in his chest as he picks up the vibrator. It looks small compared to his large hand.

“Tell me what you were thinking about as you fucked yourself with this.” His voice is gruff and intense. I wait for him to press the tip of the vibrator to my clit, but instead, he catches me off guard and runs it over my hip.

“No,” I answer, pushing my thighs open a few more inches.

He notices the movement immediately by the way he sucks in a breath as a reaction. “Goddamn,” he mutters under his breath.

“I need more,” I plead, my entire body lighting up because of the way he moves up to circle my nipples with the head of the vibrator.

“I’ll give you more, rebel. I promise. But first, answer my question. Were you thinking about me while you touched yourself?”

I shake my head, fighting the urge to reach between my legs and touch myself if he won’t.

“Not only a rebel but a liar, too.” Preston shifts on the bed, placing his thigh between mine. His warm hand hits my inner thigh as he pushes my legs wide open. There’s no hiding from him now—not that I want to.

“You said you weren’t going to touch me,” I tease, stifling a moan as he trails the vibrator down my abdomen.

“If you can lie, then I can, too.” He proves his point by digging his fingertips into my skin, letting his pointer finger drag dangerously close to where I need the relief.

He keeps his hand against my thigh while his other finally guides the vibrator to my clit. This time, he doesn’t tease me by only circling it once. He circles it again and again, finally giving me exactly what I want—except it still doesn’t feel like enough.

“More,” I plead. My fingers grip the comforter as he inches just the tip of the toy into me.

“So greedy. Am I not doing enough for you, rebel? Does it not feel good?”

The moan that falls from my lips is loud and unapologetic. I’m so thankful no one is in this house but the two of us because I’ve never felt so many delicious sensations at once—and it feels like he’s barely even begun.

“It feels good, so good that I need more.”

He inches the vibrator in a little further. His knuckle brushes against me in the process, making me moan all over again. “Like this?” he asks, sliding it in and out.

All I can do is nod. I want to keep my eyes open so I can watch the intense way he focuses on every single one of my reactions, but everything is too much, and my eyelids flutter shut.

“This is so fucking sexy.” I love the deep raspiness to his voice. I never would’ve guessed he’d be so vocal when being intimate. He’s been so quiet in our time together, letting me do most of the talking. But right now, as he has me completely naked with my thighs spread wide for him, he’s driving me wild with every dirty thing he says.

“You going to come for me, rebel?” he continues, his fingertips digging into my skin so deep it’s almost painful. I wonder if him keeping them pressed there is the only thing keeping him restrained.

“I’m close,” I whisper, unable to form many words beyond those.

“Last night, I went back to the room I was staying in and had to take a cold shower so I could rid my brain of dirty, filthy visions of you.”

My eyes pop open with his admission. “You did?” My words come out short because of the building orgasm.

“Of course, I did.” He licks his lips again. “How could I not? Look at you.”

Goosebumps pop up all over my skin. I’m so close to being sent over the edge.

As if he can read me like an open book, his hand finds the back of my neck as he pulls our lips together. I hadn’t realized how desperate I was to feel his lips against mine until he kisses me again. His tongue works against mine as he continues to push the vibrator in and out of me.

“Preston.” He swallows my moans, not letting up in the way he kisses me or the way he fucks me with the toy.

My back arches off the bed as his fingers tangle in my hair. The orgasm ricochets through my entire body. It’s so intense that my head falls backward as the waves crash over me. Preston uses my inability to do anything but focus on the orgasm to kiss along my throat. He nips and sucks at the tender skin of my neck. It’s like he wants to make sure I feel him everywhere as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

He moves the vibrator in and out of me, making sure I enjoy every last second of my orgasm. When my body goes lax, he slowly pulls it out, clicking the top to turn it off.

“I’m going to have to watch you come again, but with my cock buried deep inside you.”

I moan, seconds after finding release and already turned on by the mental picture. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep,” I manage to get out despite my voice being breathless.

He laughs, throwing the vibrator to the side. Taking me by surprise, he shifts until his body is pressed on top of mine. His hands are on either side of my face, supporting his weight so it isn’t all on top of me. “Oh, Emma, I intend on fucking you, fast and hard and then passionate and slow just so I can discover how you like to be fucked best.”

I smile, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. My fingers play with the button of his shirt as I try to come up with a response that isn’t me begging him to do that right here and right now. “Maybe we’ll get each other out of our systems.”

He shakes his head while clicking his tongue. “Not a chance, but we can try over and over again. I’ll only end up proving you wrong in the end, though. You’ll never get me out of your system, and I’ll never get you out of mine.”

I lower my head. “Am I dreaming? You can’t actually be saying these things in real life.”

He places his palms on my cheeks. “You’re awake, rebel. This is real.”

“Well, if that’s true, then I feel like it’s time either I put on clothes or you take off some. I’m feeling underdressed.”

He smirks, and I remind myself how it’s my mission to get this man to smile more. He’s incredibly handsome—and sexy—when he does it.

His hands move from my face down my back and cup my ass. “No such thing as you being underdressed. I should let you sleep, though.”

I groan, rolling out from underneath him and pulling up my comforter to cover myself. “I think you barging in on me using a vibrator should get me a free pass out of playing tennis tomorrow.”

Preston sits up. “You’re not getting out of tennis. Plus, I bet you’ll sleep great after that orgasm.”

I push my bottom lip out in a pout. “So I’m being forced to still play tennis tomorrow, and you’re being a gentleman and not fucking me tonight?”

He leans in and kisses my cheek. “Exactly. But don’t worry. You’ll be a tennis star by the time I’m done with you tomorrow.”

“And what about the other thing?”

“Be a good girlfriend tomorrow, and I’ll reward you with my cock tomorrow night.”

“Preston Rhodes, you have a filthy mouth. It’s always the quiet ones.”

He tips my chin up, placing a kiss to my lips. “I’ve barely even started. Good night, rebel. I’ll see you in the morning—with coffee and food.”

He slides off the bed, and I miss his heat. I remind myself we only just met. It’d be weird to tell him he could just sleep here instead, but I don’t miss the fact that’s exactly what I want him to do. Since I only have a few limited number of nights with him, I want to make them count. Instead of asking him to stay, I smile and push the thoughts from my mind. “How’d I get to be such a lucky girlfriend?”

He rolls his eyes while standing in front of my door. “Get some rest. I mean it.” He turns around and pushes the door open.

I mock salute. “Yes, sir.”

Turning back around, he focuses on me, another smirk on his face. “There will be more of that.”

Before I can ask him what he means by that—my cheeks heating with what I think he means with the comment—he’s out the door and out of sight.

I’m still sitting in bed with a flush to my entire body and a smile on my face when my phone vibrates a few minutes later. I check, expecting it to be Margo or Winnie texting me. It isn’t.

PRESTON

Lock the door.

Sweet dreams of me, rebel.

EMMA

Sweet dreams of me, Rhodes. <3

PRESTONBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Not sure I’d call my dreams of you sweet. 😉

Now lock the damn door.