I’d had oral a few times before, but it had never made me feel like a pot of water on the brink of boiling before.
“I… almost… need… more.”
Even I didn’t know what I was asking for, but Landon only chuckled again. “Oh, I know what you need, and you’ll get it when I say you’re ready.”
I considered slamming my thighs together and suffocating him to death, but I couldn’t risk him stopping before I found release. The bastard was diabolical, though, sucking and flicking my clit until I teetered on the edge, then backing off again to revert to slow, lazy licks that made me want to strangle him.
“Goddamn you,” I said, trying to grind myself against his face even as his vice grip held me still.
Rather than laughing at me again, he slid two fingers inside me and slowly pumped them in and out as his tongue circled my clit. Afraid this was another tease, I tried to tangle my fingers in his hair, but it was too short to hold him where I needed him. When his fingers curled to massage my G-spot, I went off like a rocket. Landon continued his dual attack on my pussy and clit as I trembled and shook, my soul struggling to find its way back into my body.
Looking far too proud of himself, he pulled back, slid his fingers out of me, and popped them into his mouth, licking them clean. Finished, his tongue swiped across his glistening lips, eliciting another toe-curling shudder from me. My eyes must have glazed over, because he swatted me on the thigh as he released me.
“You tapping out already?” he asked.
Words were beyond me, so I held up my middle finger.
Grinning, he headed for the bathroom. I was still struggling to catch my breath when he reappeared. His jeans were gone, and his impressive erection was testing the elasticity of a pair of red boxer briefs. Expression predatory, he yanked his underwear down, unleashing a cock so massive and hard it made me swallow back any snarky comments. He ripped open a condom with his teeth before tossing the rest onto the bed.
I eyed the stack. “A bit ambitious, don’t you think?”
“Not even a little.” He rolled the condom on and then tugged my ass to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wider. Then he positioned my hands to restrain my own thighs and said, “Be a good girl, and hold yourself open for me.”
Then Landon sank into me.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I thanked the gods of length and girth for the way he filled me up.
“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he said on a hiss, stilling inside me.
The man was clearly struggling, so I applied the teachings of my pelvic floor workouts to give his cock a little squeeze. “What’s wrong, Superman? Can’t handle this kryptonite?”
“Give me a minute, and I’ll make you eat those words.”
I squeezed him again.
The pained stream of curses he released made me bite my lip to keep from laughing. Landon’s disgruntled frown told me he was unamused by my antics, as did the bite of his fingers against my shoulders as he held me down. He slowly pulled out before slamming back into me so hard it stole my breath.
His eyes immediately found mine, and he asked, “Too hard?”
It wasn’t, but even if it had been, I’d never admit it. “That all you got?”
The question had barely left my lips before he repeated the assault on my pussy. My mind went blissfully blank as he plundered my body. He sped up, and the friction rubbing against my clit built until I went over the edge again. Then Landon turned me over, propping my ass in the air as post-orgasm bliss made my face melt into my bed. I thought he’d wrung all the pleasure he could out of me, but a few rough slaps on my ass had my body begging for more.
He took me from behind, his fingers once again finding my clit and driving me over the edge so many times I lost count. Never had I been with a man so invested in making me come. By the time Landon finally collapsed on the bed beside me, my entire body had turned to rubber, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
I couldn’t help but wonder if that had been his plan all along.
The smell of brewed coffee and fried bacon ripped me from a dream I couldn’t remember and slammed me back into reality. Last night, someone had beaten the shit out of my little brother, and he refused to give me any details. Then I’d fucked Landon. What was supposed to be a quick roll in the hay had turned into a marathon of orgasms that had left me sore and well-satisfied. I’d fallen asleep at the foot of the bed, but I’d woken up properly positioned and tucked under the blankets. The other side of my king-size bed was empty, and there was no evidence that Landon had slept beside me.
Throwing off the covers, I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom before slipping on a robe to go check on Ben. Upon entering the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks, and my jaw dropped.
Landon was in my kitchen. Back in his jeans and T-shirt, he’d donned my Christmas apron and was standing in front of my stove, making breakfast. The sight was so unexpectedly domestic, it instantly made my skin crawl.
“What’s going on here?” I asked.
“Hey. Good morning,” he said, throwing me a smile over his shoulder before going back to his task. “Breakfast is almost done.”
I hadn’t been lying when I told him I never brought men to my place, and this was why. Morning afters were a level of hell I didn’t like to visit. It was much easier to sneak out before I had to awkwardly converse with the guy I’d boned. Impossible to do when they were in my apartment, wearing the ‘Let’s Get Elfed Up’ apron Ben had gotten me for Christmas last year.
