I instantly jerked as I felt the cold substance touch my shoulders.

"Relax, Kitten. Let me work it into your skin."

"But it's really cold, Daddy," I whimpered, feeling chill bumps rise on my arms.

"I know, baby, but once I rub this all over you, I'll give you a treat. How does that sound?"

I bit my lip again, "What kind of treat?"

He chuckled as he massaged the gel into my skin, "Something you want..."

"You," I questioned innocently.

"Not at your parents' house, Kitten," he said sternly.

I huffed and pouted. I didn't exactly want them walking in on us either, but I'm 22, an adult, and my mom already thinks I'm 'fucking' him, so what was his real issue?

"Do you pity me, Preston?" I felt his hands rubbing more gel into my lower back and hips.

"Why would you ask that? Turn around and put your thighs on either side of my hips with your legs behind my back," he commanded.

I turned and basically straddled him, my clothed core making contact with his clothed semi-erection.

I was breathing heavily, but I managed to audibly swallow and look up at the ceiling as he lathered the cooling gel over my sunburnt chest and upper arms.

"Because I was...naive and fell for Dominic's charms and got burned by him. Are you here with me because you feel bad for how he treated me or something?"

He pushed my stomach gently, guiding my back to the bed with my legs still around his hips.

My body was arched and slightly stretched, with him having perfect access to my sex if he wanted it. And I wanted him to want it.

"No, Genevieve. I do not pity you because you got burned by my brother. I'm not here because I feel bad for you. I'm here because I'm honestly intrigued by you and I want to get to know you better. You seem...right...at the moment and I'd like to see where this goes. How does that sound?"

He started rubbing my stomach, the backs of his hands touching under my breasts every once in a while, but never going any higher. His fingers rubbed at my hip bones every now and again, but never went any lower.

"That sounds amazing, Daddy."

I wasn't paying attention now to the conversation. My back was naturally arched in this position so if I happened to roll my hips a certain way—

"—Stop it, Kitten," he chastised as he rubbed the gel into my sun-kissed thighs.

I was almost lined up perfectly with him now and if he would only just agree.

"Please, Preston," I whispered, rolling my hips against him.

He didn't speak as his hands massages my skin. He was careful not to touch around my bikini line and I felt so pent up.

I was breathing heavily, my head against the bed, my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Touch yourself," I heard him whisper as his fingers rubbed the dip under my hip bones. It was euphoric. I couldn't tell if I was just so turned on that it felt amazing or what but it was almost orgasmic.

I complied immediately, thinking that if I did, he would give me a reward soon.

I rubbed my self over my thong, trying to keep my self quiet by biting down on the inside of my upper arm.

"Move it to the side," he breathed, pushing his thumbs up my sides, until they met the underside of my breasts, and then back down.

I grabbed the bit of material covering my core and moved it to the side and brought two fingers to my clitoris and moved them in tantalizingly slow circles.

"You're doing so well, Kitten. Faster," his hands moving up my body to the sides of my breasts and back down.

I complied, spreading my self with my other hand and rubbing the bud faster.

My breath was heavy and I hadn't felt this pent up in...well, ever. I felt on the verge of combustion. The peaks of my breasts were painfully hard and begging for attention, but his fingers rubbed around them.

I was coming apart in his lap and he hadn't even touched me intimately yet. I had opened my eyes slightly at one point and his eyes were on my sex, watching my fingers work. He had watched his hands roam my body, careful not to touch my nipples as I arched my back.

"You look so pretty, Kitten. You're doing so good for Daddy. Make sure to keep as quiet as you can," his voice a soft husk in between my breathy moans.

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed. I had never had a man watch me pleasure myself and the feeling of his eyes on me was erotic.

"Do you need to go faster," he asked the question as his fingers came in contact with the area where my thighs meet my bikini line.

He was this close to touching me there and I unashamedly rolled my hips trying to make it happen. He just moved his hands back down my thighs, repeating the action a few times.

I huffed in discontent but started rubbing faster. I felt the heat in my body rising. I felt it in the crown of my scalp to the tips of my toes. The muscle in my forearm was getting tired from the overexertion as I wasn't used to using it like this, but the fatigue was easily fought as I raced for the finish line.

"Are you going to come for me, Genevieve?" His hands were now traveling up my body. He cupped my breasts in his large hands, still careful not to touch the painfully hard buds.

"Yes," I whimpered and I was. I felt it. I was on the cusp of it. I was so close to the edge that I could feel the sweet victory from here, but I needed a push. I was doing a fine enough job on my own but I needed him.

"Touch me, please," I pleaded with him. He had gotten me through this whole process just by his fingers being in close proximity to my intimate regions, but I now needed a little more.

He placed his large hand over my mouth and I immediately opened my eyes to look down at him.

"Just being cautious," he was smirking and I watched as he shifted above me and bent down to my breasts.

I closed my eyes and waited for the sensation I knew was to follow and, boy, did it ever.

He took one bud into his mouth and immediately bit down.

"Oh, fuck," I whimpered into his hand as I came. He released me from his teeth but soothed it with his tongue.

I heard myself while I was in the middle of my climax and was instantly relieved that he had thought ahead to cover my mouth because surely I could've been heard even in the living room.

Even after I was finished, he continued sucking on my nipples, going from one to the other. He had his hands around my back, holding me to him and I placed my hands in his hair.

It was a comfort and a pleasure I didn't know I needed at that moment and so I welcomed it. I let him stay here for as long as he felt he needed and before long, a familiar pressure began building back up in my stomach. Every pass of his tongue sent a jolt to my sex.

With every passing moment, his mouth, his tongue, his teeth grew harsher. The suction grew stronger and I found myself arching into him, rolling my hips up for friction.

He rolled his hips against me and I didn't know I would find so much pleasure from something so juvenile as 'dry humping'.

I felt his fabric-covered erection pushing against my overstimulated clitoris and jerked away, but he continued pushing as I pulled.

His hand came back up to my mouth and covered it. His mouth, his teeth, were tugging at my nipples and that mixed with the pleasure of him rocking against me felt like too much.

"Fuck," the word was drawn out for a long moment against his hand as I came just as hard as the first time.

My eyes were shut tight as I came down from yet another high. His mouth, however, had not stopped its assault on my breasts and his hips hadn't stopped rolling against me, but my thighs were closed so tightly around his hips that he was barely moving.

"Please, Preston," I begged when he took his hand away from my mouth. I had my hands on his shoulders lightly pushing him.

"It's too much," I whimpered.

"I think you can come for me one more time, can't you," he breathed against my chest, but I was shaking my head.

"I believe you can, Kitten, but if it becomes too much I want you to tap my back three times, but only when it becomes too much. Tonight is about testing your limits and I don't want you selling yourself short. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered with my eyes shut as he brought his mouth back to my breasts.

I dug my nails into his back and needed his hand over my mouth the entire time, but I came two more times, and only then did I tap out.