I shoved at his pants until they fell down to mid-thigh and curled my fingers in the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down over his erection.
When I saw what I revealed, I froze. He was perfect. Thick, hard, and smooth. My mouth watered at the sight. I never shied away from oral sex, giving or receiving, but I’d never experienced this wild urge to taste a man’s cock before. I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of him then take him as deep in my mouth as I could.
Licking my lips, I leaned down, placing one hand on the bed, and using the other to guide his erection to my mouth.
At the first swipe of my tongue on the tip of his cock, Landen took a deep breath. When I licked him from base to tip, his hands threaded through my hair, pulling it away from my face. I glanced up and saw that he was watching me with burning eyes, his jaw tight.
Then I slid him into my mouth as far as I could, my gaze still on his.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he watched me.
I couldn’t hold his eyes any longer and closed mine as I sucked and licked at his length.
His grip tightened on my hair and then he pulled me back and upward, forcing me to straighten my upper body.
“Landen—” I began.
He shook his head. “You can do whatever you want to me later. Right now, I want to fuck you.”
His arms went around me, one across my shoulder blades and the other beneath my ass, and he lifted me up. My hands flew up to grasp his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist. When my pussy came into contact with the hard ridge of his erection, Landen stopped moving and we both groaned.
Then he turned and walked us around the bed until we were at the head and he leaned over to drop me on the mattress. Bending over me, his mouth closed over my nipple and he sucked gently at first, then harder. My back arched and I dug my nails into his shoulders when he released my nipple and lightly bit the inner curve of my breast.
Then he straightened and reached for the nightstand. A few seconds later, he pulled a condom out of the drawer and tore it open. I took the condom from his grasp when he removed it from the package and rolled it over his erection, giving him a firm squeeze when it was in place.
“Shit, Chelsea, do you want me to come before we even get started?” he growled.
I grinned up at him. “Are you a one-and-done kinda guy?” I asked.
He didn’t answer. Glaring at me, he put a knee to the bed between my legs and hooked his hands beneath my arms, dragging me to the center of the monstrosity. When I reached for him, he grabbed my hands and wrapped the long fingers of one hand around my wrists, pinning me to the bed. His knees nudged my inner thighs and I spread my legs for him. I felt his other hand moving between us then the tip of his cock nudged my pussy.
Once he was in position, he pressed inside, giving me just the head of his erection before he stilled. Inch by inch, he worked his length into my body, invading and withdrawing a bit at a time.
When I tried to wrap my legs around him, to urge him to move faster or harder, he used his free hand to press my knee down to the bed, leaving me open and helpless beneath him.
Finally, he thrust home, his pubic hair rubbing my clit, and I moaned. But he didn’t move, his eyes glittering and hard as he stared down at me.
“When I fuck you later, I’m going to strap you down so that all you can do is lay there and take it. You’ll beg me to let you come and when I do,” he paused and lowered his head until our lips were nearly touching. “When I do let you come, I won’t stop until you’re begging me for that too.”
If any other man had said that to me, I would have laughed and told him no way in hell. But looking into his eyes, I understood then what he’d been trying to tell me before. Landen needed to be in control. He didn’t just like it, or want it. He actuallyneededit.
And deep down, I wanted exactly what he described.
Still, I couldn’t resist taunting him because, right now, at this moment, I needed him to move or I might die. “Are you at least going to fuck me now?”
His eyes flashed with both amusement and something else, something darker and maybe even a little scary. He shifted against me and brought his other hand above my head. Landen threaded our fingers together, bringing my arms down so that our hands were next to my head.
Then he fucked me.
He withdrew from my body and thrust back in hard, fast, and deep. Again and again. I moved with him, even with my arms pinned to the bed, eager for everything he gave me. But I still wanted more.
It was a wild ride. Landen might have control of my body but neither of us had control over ourselves. I gasped and whimpered, over and over, as his hips slammed into mine. My clit pulsed and burned with each rough collision and I knew that I was going to come again.
Wrapping my legs around Landen, I lifted my hips into each movement, creating more friction. He groaned and his mouth collided with mine, our tongues tangling and teeth nipping as the fire between us burned hotter and higher.
I felt the muscles in my pussy tighten almost unbearably as I drew closer to the peak. I was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Landen released my mouth, “Fuck, Chelsea.” Then he moved his hands, unwrapping his fingers from mine so that he could lever his upper body away from me and reach down between us. “I’m gonna come.” Then his thumb hit my clit and rolled hard. He was merciless, pushing me relentlessly toward climax.
