I chuckled. “Literally just jeans. Though I guess that explains why you keep drooling over my ass like you’re ready to take a bite.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Admit it. You’ve wanted this cock since day one.”
“No. Sorry. Stinky, drunken soldiers inviting me to play doctor on them don’t really do it for me.” Yet she yanked my shirt over my head as we stumbled into her room.
“So, that’s what got you and Mom all riled up and ready to murder me, huh? Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be the one playing doctor tonight.” Sliding my hand over her pajama pants, I cupped her mound, eliciting a gasp and feeling how warm she was. “How about I start by getting a vaginal temperature with my tongue?”
“This will be a better experience for us both if you stop talking,” she said as she closed the door behind us.
I gave her my best wicked grin. “Then I suggest you give me something better to do with my mouth.”
She reached down and dug her nails into my jean-covered ass as she pulled me against her and backed toward the bed. “Just shut up and fuck me, Landon.”
8
Mercy
IF BEN WON’T tell me what the hell happened, I’ll have to figure it out for myself. Luke is still my best source of information.
The thought briefly flitted through and out of my mind as the press of Landon’s hard, powerful body against mine short-circuited my brain. The man kissed as if it were his job, and he was angling for a raise. If he were anywhere near as competent with his cock, I might actually get an orgasm out of the deal. That wasn’t the goal, of course. No, I fully intended to knock his ass out and then slip away to see what information I could get from Luke. But an orgasm would be a pleasant bonus.
It was a solid plan.
At least it was before Landon’s kisses effectively scrambled my senses.
By the time the backs of my thighs hit my mattress, I wore nothing but my panties, and in the tangle of lips and arms, I wasn’t sure which of us had stripped me. Still in his jeans and boots, Landon pushed me down on the bed. I fell back with an oof that would have brought me up swinging if not for the distracting way his muscles flexed. Ripped was the only way to describe him. The ravenous look in his eyes as he focused on my panties and dropped to his knees made my breath hitch. He hooked his arms around my thighs and yanked my ass to the edge of the bed.
Heat flooded my core even as I tried to convince my body that I didn’t appreciate being manhandled. I struggled to free myself, but he might as well have clamped iron shackles around my legs for how much headway I made. As Landon’s face closed in on my sex, I protested. “You don’t have to do that.” I was plenty wet and ready for him, and I knew how most guys felt about oral. Besides, this was not part of my plan.
“I know.” The deep, husky resonance of his voice made my inner thighs tremble. “But there’s nothing I want more right now than to taste you.”
Well, okay then. Who was I to stop him? Lying back, I had only a second to be self-conscious about how I must look splayed out before him in nothing but my underwear before Landon’s head dipped between my legs. Modesty clashed with desire as his fingertips traced the lines of the damp fabric.
“Look at how wet you are for me,” he crooned. Then he replaced his fingertips with his lips and blew on me through my panties.
His hot breath against my core was like a flame to a pile of kindling, inciting a shudder of anticipation that threatened to shake my flesh from my bones.
“You like that, huh?” he asked, doing it again.
Plan? What plan?
The needy little moan that escaped my lips made me want to slap my inner porn star across the face. “I have condoms. In the bathroom,” I said, trying to get us back on track.
His chuckle vibrated against my clit. “Good to know. But we’re a long way from that yet.”
Dammit.
Before I could ask exactly what he’d planned for me, he closed my legs long enough to slide my panties down and spread me wide again. Uncomfortable with being so exposed, I tried to resist, but he was stronger and definitely more determined.
“You have nothing to hide.” A finger danced up my slit, making me shudder. “Such a pretty pussy for me to feast on.”
Landon’s filthy mouth should have been a turnoff, but my body was fully invested. “You all talk? Or can you do something more interesting with that tongue?” I asked, trying to mask my vulnerability with tough talk.
I wasn’t fooling anyone.
The amusement dancing across his lips was downright devious. Dipping his chin, he swiped his tongue through my sensitive folds like he was licking his favorite soft serve ice cream. The hot, wet pressure was so intense that had he not been holding me in place, I would have vaulted off the bed. With another lick, he plunged his tongue inside me, his moan of appreciation rumbling against my sex. Then he proceeded to fuck me with a level of tongue gymnastics I never knew was possible. Fisting the blankets, I fought the sensation overload as he lapped his way up to my clit, swirling his tongue with steady, practiced strokes that threatened to drive me out of my mind.
