Landon lifts his hand and grabs the nape of my neck, pulling my forehead to his.
“No more pretending,” he mutters, his voice deep and raw. My breath hitches, and a tight knot forms in my stomach. What I’m feeling right now could be compared to someone who has gone their whole life looking for a cure to some intense sickness… and they just stumbled upon the remedy.
Our lips find each other in the dark, greedily seeking the other’s as he lays me flat on the bed. His eyes hold a raw hunger as he looks upon me sprawled along his bed.
He dips his hand between my legs, his fingertips lazily trailing the inside of my thigh and awakening a dozen nerves.
“Tell me you’re not done.” My eyes lazily open as my fingers grasp his long hair. “Tell me you’re not finished with me, Charlie,” he rasps. His tongue tastes the skin along my inner neck, and my eyes flutter from the incredible sensation. I can hear the hurt in his voice. When I told him I was walking away, it bothered him.
I close my eyes and whisper. “Not done.”
“All in,” he mutters. “Remember?”
I nod and bite my bottom lip. “All in,” I repeat.
“Do you want this? Do you want me?” he questions. I can’t see his face, but I’m sure he has an arrogant smirk curling his lips. He moves his hand toward my apex, causing my body to hum with anticipation. He skids the pad of his finger along my wetness, causing me to bite my lip with the agonizing torture he’s causing.
“Yes!” I moan deeply. I’d agree to anything I’m so wound up.
He slowly slides a finger into my heat, the feeling divine, causing my mouth to gape open as my eyes clench shut. He hooks his finger, caressing the bundle of nerves that make me feel like I just came on the spot. An erotic mewl escapes my mouth, catching me by surprise.
“I can feel your greedy little pussy clenching my finger,” he states, his voice husky. He slowly slips his finger out and I open my eyes, finding heavy-lidded ones pinning me where I lie.
He parts his lips, his eyes never leaving mine, and darts his finger into his mouth, sucking it clean of my juices.
I can’t move. I can’t respond. I just pant, watching him.
“You are the sweetest damn thing,” he whispers.
His hands slide up the side of my body, taking my top with them. He hisses between his teeth and grabs one of my breasts with his large palm. He darts his head down and slips a nipple into his mouth. With the warmth from his mouth on my skin, my body arches against his and my core clenches.
I run my fingers through his hair as he places tender kisses along my tits and down my rib cage. He dips his nose into my belly button and chills race up my spine. My body twists and curves with his. Our bodies respond to one another like they’ve silently been talking to each other the whole time Landon and I have been denying our attraction. The respect he’s showing me, the care he’s showcasing has my heart and mind racing all over the place.
He grabs me by the upper arms and pulls my body up, turning me and laying my chest on his bed, my back facing him. He runs his hand down my spine, making me sigh loudly and arch my head backwards, my hair spreading across my back. He caresses my ass cheeks, his fingers so close to my heat but not close enough.
Nudging my legs apart, Landon places himself between my thighs. I look over my shoulder and see him sitting on his knees, his cock in his hand, sliding it up and down. He glides the head of his dick against my leg, leaving a trail of wetness behind. He centers himself at my opening and in one quick move, he thrusts in. My hips meet his mid-thrust, and I moan loudly as he stretches me. He lowers his body, his hard chest lying on my back as he thrusts in and out slowly, his weight nearly crushing me into the mattress. He brushes my hair to one side before he grabs both my hands and places them above my head, his sweaty palms never leaving mine as he fucks me while tenderly kissing along the nape of my neck. His lips make love to my skin as his length pounds into me, causing me to moan against the mattress.
“You’re mine, and I’m yours. I’m your client now, forever. You hooked me from the day you ran into me, Charlie,” he whispers into my ear. My only response is a whimper. “Now you’re stuck with me, and I can promise you that you’ll never feel alone again.” He nips my ear, and I sag into him like a cat seeking attention from its owner.
My core pulses with pleasure. I’m not ready to come, not ready for this to be over, but my body has other plans. He untangles one of his hands from mine and slides it down my arm. Pushing it between me and the mattress, he grabs my breast while he picks up the pace. I hear his teeth grind as he rests his sweaty forehead on my shoulder, the sweet tempo of his hips recklessly pumping into me, finding its ecstasy.