I turned my head, resting my cheek against the rough ground as he braced himself over me on his elbows.
“You make me want to come,” he said. “I love you when you’re pinned beneath me like this.”
I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back on the waves of heat growing in my gut. His hands slide down my arms, until they were resting over my own hands. Until his fingers slipped between mine, gripped my hand and held each one down to the ground.
He was claiming me, in such a way that I could hardly move my body. Could only accept the abuse of him fucking me harder and harder into the unforgiving floor. This wasn’t a bed, it had no give. No softness. My body would be raw when this was done, and I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I was pinned as he pulled back and plunged in. I gripped his fingers in my hands, struggling to hold on. Struggling not to let go, and plunge off a high cliff.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he said, his voice like sandpaper.
My breathing turned raspy and hard, and then he grunted, and his dick jerked inside me, just as I threw my head back—the only part of me that could really move, pinned like this below him.
His groan was low and guttural, filled with raw pleasure. My pussy clenched around him, milking him, taking everything he had.
Until finally, the tension in his body gave away, and he collapsed on top of me. He moved his legs, so that he held back on some of his body weight.
But he stayed there over me, his legs on either side of my own, resting on his elbows so that his arms caged me. We were both gasping for breath, our skin covered in a sheen of sweat.
“You’re incredible,” he said, his lips hot against my ear.
I could only moan softly, relishing the feel of his body against mine as my breath steadied.
Finally, he rolled off of me, and cool air breezed across my damp skin. I rolled onto my side to face him, glancing down at his still swollen cock. His lips curled at my glance, and he leaned forward, kissing me softly. Then he pulled me to my feet, and we left his den.
I followed him across the house, both of us barefoot and naked. He led me up the stairs, and I could hardly take my eyes off of his tight, muscular ass. And then we were in his bedroom. I raised a brow, looking between him and the bed.
His lip curled. “Later,” he said. “Before the day is through, I’ll have you again.”
Somehow I was hot already, but he handed me a pair of his boxers, and a plain white T-shirt. I slipped into them, just as he pulled on a pair of khakis, not bothering with the underwear.
And then he stepped forward, kissing me tenderly. “Let’s go enjoy the sunset,” he said, leading me back downstairs.
I was aware of every inch of my body as I followed him--of the soreness between my legs, the raw patch of skin on my knees from the carpet.
But I couldn’t regret it.
Instead, I looked forward to another round, this one in his big, soft bed.
Chapter 3
An hour later, the sun had all but disappeared on the horizon, and my glass of iced tea was empty. I was curled up on an Adirondack chair, drawing circles in the condensation pooling on the wooden arm rest.
Landon’s phone buzzed, but unlike the last few times, he didn’t bother looking at the screen. Instead he leaned forward and put it on the glass table in front of us. Two empty plates were stacked next to it, remnants from our late lunch of fancy cheese and crackers and fruit.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said, standing. He winced, rolling his shoulder as he held one hand against his sore ribs. “Maybe the hot water will help the soreness.”
The effects of his fight were slowly kicking in. By the next morning, he’d likely be stiff. But I could think of a few ways to help him out. Surely he had some massage oils somewhere in that massive bedroom of his. The image of me, straddling him as I rubbed oils all over his body turned me on.
I picked up my glass, swirling the cube around. “Alright.”
“Join me?” he asked, his lips quirking.
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t resist smiling back. “I think I need a little more time.”
Now that I’d cooled off a bit, I could feel everything we’d done over every inch of my body. I thought of him with every shift of weight, every time my knee or elbow brushed against something.
Besides, eventually we would go to bed. And I couldn’t possibly lie beside him in that bedroom without peeling my clothes off and straddling him.
“You know where to find me if you change your mind,” he said, walking away and leaving me on the deck.
On the table, his phone lit up again. I glanced up, but Landon was gone. I stared at his phone, wiling myself to find restraint. But the urge to see what had his phone blowing up was too much to resist. I set my wine glass back down and scooted forward, grabbing his phone and hitting the button at the bottom.
Alexa, Alexa, Alexa.
Figures it would be her. I couldn’t read the full messages, but the previews were enough to get the gist.