But Landen took control again. His hands gripped my hips and he shifted me forward on his lap. My clit ground against his cock as the movement brought my nipples closer to his mouth.
“Your tits are gorgeous,” he whispered against the curve of my breast. Then he closed his teeth over one nipple.
I couldn’t respond as pleasure and pain merged at the tip of my breast. I lost the ability to speak. My hands clutched at his shoulders and my hips moved of their own volition. I felt another pulse in my clit and I knew that I was already close to orgasm. All it would take was…
He used his tight hold on my hips to move me once again as he released my nipple from his teeth and used his tongue to soothe the sting.
And that was all she wrote.
I threw my head back and heard the moans that bubbled up my throat as I came. My body shook with the explosion and my pelvis surged forward
The orgasm was short and hard, leaving me damp and limp as the last of the aftershocks left me. My head fell forward, my hair creating a curtain around my face and Landen’s.
When I felt the flat of his tongue on my nipple, I shivered. It was too much. My body was too sensitive after that orgasm. I whimpered and hunched my shoulders, which brought my breasts out of the reach of his mouth.
Holy shit. What just happened?
“You came,” he muttered.
I opened eyes that I hadn’t realized I’d closed and found his dark blue eyes staring up at me, intense and scorching hot.
“What?”
“You asked me what just happened,” he answered, his eyes drifting down to my breasts once again. Just the weight of his stare was enough to make chills break out on my body and tighten my nipples.
“I said that out loud?”
He chuckled, but it was a dark, sexy sound. “Yes, you did.” His hands lifted and he skimmed his thumbs over the tips of my breasts.
When I sucked in a sharp breath, he released me and leaned his head back on the couch, which put our faces a few inches apart.
“And I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” he stated.
I lifted my brows at him, suddenly feeling very, very naked. And vulnerable. I was also acutely aware of the still hard length of his cock against my center. “What did you mean to happen?”
He reached out and grabbed a shirt off the floor, tugging it over my head with a sigh. “I intended to kiss you, maybe grope you a little, not dry hump you.”
His expression was disappointed as he pulled the shirt down and my breasts were no longer on display.
“I don’t remember complaining,” I shot back, utterly confused about the sudden distance between us.
His hands moved to rest on my thighs, which were bared by my shorts, and he stared up at me. “You didn’t. I just don’t like losing control.”
I scoffed as I threaded my arms through the holes in the shirt. “I’m pretty sure you were in control the entire time.”
His dark blue eyes gleamed. “Not exactly.”
I looked down and realized it was his tee that he’d put on me. His scent clung to the fabric and I decided then and there I was keeping it, even if I had to throw him out of my apartment shirtless.
“So you don’t want to have sex?” I asked, my eyes on his. I was glad I was looking at him when I asked because his eyes flared in a way that made me extremely aware of the rigid length of his penis beneath me.
“Oh, I definitely do.”
“Then why did you stop?”
His fingers trailed along my thighs down to my knees. “Because it’s not the right time.”
“And who decided that?” I challenged.
