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mouth, despite being absolutely filthy,
really was dangerously kissable. “Andi,” he said,
pulling back, voice low and husky. “Ever since I watched you
go down on Quinn, all I can think about is your mouth.” I
stared at him, but he didn't let me rest there gawping for long.
Instead, Preston rose to his feet in a smooth, graceful motion that
had drool threatening to drip from my mouth yet again (thank God for
the shower).
    “ You
watched?” I asked, and although I had sort of suspected that
all along, it was an odd thing to think about. “You just stood
there and watched me suck Quinn's dick?”
    “ I
like to watch,” he said and then flashed me his perfect cock
for just a moment before grabbing me by the hair and tugging me
forward, slipping himself between my lips and burying his dick as far
back in my throat as it could go.
    “ God,”
he groaned as he began to thrust, and I had to reach out and grasp
his shaft before he bruised my throat. I wanted him to press his
hips into my face, fuck my mouth like it was a pussy, but I didn't
think I could take it all in, so I made do, reaching up and massaging
his balls until his breath was ragged and heavy, until he was
practically panting for me. “You have no idea how much I've
been wanting to do this.”
    I
slid my tongue around the head of Preston's dick, nibbling at his
piercing with my teeth as he slid forward with barely restrained
passion. I could tell he wanted to pound the shit out of me, but was
holding back. How nice.
    “ Tell
me I'm better than Quinn,” he growled, but I could in no way
indulge him with that bit of ego petting. My mouth was full of him,
hard and insistent. When I didn't answer, Preston began to get more
vigorous, driving into my face with such fury that he was really
testing the limits of my gag reflex. Just when I was about to give
up and call uncle, or kitten, whatever, he grabbed my hair hard, drew
tears from my eyes and shot his wad into the back of my throat. When
he pulled back, he knelt down and kissed the fuck out of me, swirling
the taste of him around in both our mouths. His cum was sweeter than
Quinn's, less salty. Who knew jizz came in different flavors?
Guess you learn something new everyday.
    I
put my hands up on Preston's chest and pushed him back as I forced
myself to swallow the unfamiliar taste.
    “ My
turn?” I asked, and honestly, I wasn't surprised when he was
more than happy to oblige. Pervert is as pervert does, I suppose.
Lucky me.

So
I sat through calculus with my panties in a tizzy and my heart
beating an ode to Preston's ass as he took over for our pervy
professor and started working out equations from the homework I most
certainly did not do.
    “ I
stopped by your place three times this weekend,” Quinn
whispered as he leaned over and stared at me from under the fabric of
his red beanie. I should've felt guilty about blowing him and then
getting with Preston, but I didn't. I was a modern woman along for
the ride, and frankly, I was enjoying myself. Things with Preston
had become … interesting, so I was going to go with him. Sorry Quinn. Hey, no hard feelings. I mean, the guy did send me
a dick pic. How romantic was that?
    “ Sorry,”
I whispered back at him, trying to focus on the numbers when all I
could really think about were the hours that Preston and I spent in
bed last night exploring one another. It was like we couldn't get
enough of each other's bodies. I shivered. Exciting. Quinn
wasn't put off by my sudden lack of interest. I took that to mean
that I was quite skilled in the blow job department, but you can
think what you want.
    “ Want
to hang out after this?” Quinn asked, totally and completely
ignorant to the glares that were being thrown our way. When I'd seen
him coming for me, I should've relocated to the back row. Quinn was
not a front row sort of a guy. After all, it was a bit hard to spank
the monkey when you had three hundred other students at your back.
    “ What
you really