by Mia Madison
I reached behind my back and he straightened up, leaning forward with anticipation. Just before the clasp popped, I let go and shook my head.
“Give me something first,” I said, gesturing to his clothed body. “At least lose the shirt.”
Landon glanced down as if he was shocked to find himself still fully dressed. He shook his head a little before bending down to undo his boots, kicking them off to the side before pulling his t-shirt over his head.
He was tugging at his belt—a smirk once again in place—as I stared at his chest with my mouth hanging open.
Landon never struck me as a gym rat. His body told a different story.
Like he could read my mind, he drifted a hand over his hard abdomen and chuckled.
“You like?”
“Oh yeah.”
His hand went lower, following the V down until it rested on the waistband of his jeans. I couldn’t help but stare at the very obvious bulge a few inches below.
“The bra next,” he commanded, popping the button of his jeans. “Tit for tat, love.”
At least I knew I didn’t have to feel self-conscious. I was very comfortable with my body and my breasts were probably my favorite asset. I dropped the bra to the floor and Landon sucked in a breath, his hand drifting down to cup his cock and rub it through the jeans. He licked his lips and pushed the zipper down, kicking his pants off and stepping out of them.
His cock felt big when it was pressed against me and seeing the way it tented his boxers made the size even more obvious. He crooked a finger and I walked toward him, itching to feel him beneath my fingers.
Landon had other ideas. He guided me to the foot of the bed before stepping behind me and pushing lightly on my shoulders. With a frown, I glanced back.
“Allow me,” he said when he caught my eyes, smiling in reassurance. “Bend over.”
I did as instructed and he tugged at my hips to pull my ass out. His fingers looped in my panties and slowly descended down my thighs. I glanced back in time to see Landon easing down to his knees to finish bringing them down, lifting my feet one after the other to take them fully off.
I yelped with surprise when I felt him press against my core. First it was only his lips as they softly caressed me, then his curious tongue as it firmly licked my slit from behind.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, pressing back instinctively.
It took six months of dating to get Mark to go down on me. Even after he finally gave in, I rarely asked for it. There was zero enthusiasm from him during the act and it was more of a turn-off than anything else.
The way Landon growled and firmly thrust his tongue into me while simultaneously gripping my ass was bliss. I twisted the comforter in my hands, fighting to keep myself still.
A finger replaced his tongue after a short moment, thrusting in and out at a torturously slow pace while Landon murmured, “Your pussy tastes fantastic.”
With a whimper, my hips thrust back against his hand. Landon chuckled.
“So eager. Do you want more?”
“Please!”
He pulled out and I nearly screamed with frustration. The feeling was short-lived. He lifted me like a doll and flipped me over, crouching down and putting my thighs on his shoulders while he dived back down to suck my clit and flick it with his tongue at the same time.
“Landon, Landon. God, please don’t stop. Please, please, please,” I chanted.
It was the fastest a man had ever gotten me to the brink of orgasm and I was desperate for him to finish what he started. Two fingers slid into me and pumped at the same pace as his tongue. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
I would have cried if he stopped, but I didn’t think he would. I let myself go completely—forgetting about everything except the pleasure he was bringing me. I stopped trying to hold back sounds. As I got louder and more desperate, Landon became more aggressive.
I was a second away from falling over the edge when he slid a third finger in to join the others. The extra girth stretching me and the way he groaned while sucking on my clit made me see stars. I screamed his name, my back arching as I came harder than ever. The only thing I heard was the pounding of my heart and all that I felt for a long moment was the spasms of my muscles as I came down from the high of orgasm.
When I forced my eyes open, Landon was hovering over me with a sweet smile. He brushed my hair out of my face and gently slid me up the bed. I was too sluggish to assist him, not that he seemed to mind.
It wasn’t until he hooked a leg over his hip that I realized he’d lost the boxers. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my folds and forced myself to sit up just enough to get a good look at his cock. I was sad that he already covered it in latex, but I knew I’d get another chance to see it bare soon enough.
He watched my face intently when he pushed the head inside, waiting for my soft moan before sinking in deeper. He pulled out an inch and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt without resistance thanks to the slickness from my climax.
As soon as he was all the way in, he rested his forearms on either side of my head and kissed me soundly. When I panted for breath, he kissed my cheeks, chin, neck—anything he could reach while breathing heavily against my skin.
“You are perfection,” he whispered into my ear before sucking the lobe between his teeth and biting down. After he released it, he added, “The finest work of art I’ve ever seen, my muse. Open your eyes.”
I followed his instruction, gazing up at him through hooded lids as he began to roll his hips. When they faltered and began to close after a few thrusts, he stopped.
“Look at me, love. I want you to watch me.”
It was difficult, but I managed to oblige. We held each other’s gaze as he made love to me—because what else could this possibly be? This slow, tender pace coupled with the reverent look in his eyes could only be considered lovemaking. It was certainly a first for me.
It was also something that would break my heart to give up.
“I love the way you look at me,” I whispered, reaching up to clutch his shoulders. “And I love the way you touch me.”
He ran a hand from my hip to my stomach and finally to my breast—cupping it in his huge palm before pinching my stiff nipple. Now that I regained control of my limbs, I returned the touch by running my fingers across his abs and up to feel the hard muscles of his pecs.
“Do you love my body?” he breathlessly asked, head thrown back as I kissed his neck.
“Yes.”
“Do you love my cock?”
He thrust hard, making me squeal, “Yes!”
He wove his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back to the bed, staring me in the eye as he started to speed up the rhythm of his hips.
“You’re magnificent. God, I’ve never felt anything as good as being inside you. I want to fuck you for days—learn all the things that make you squeal and moan and beg. I want to watch you come undone over and over until the memory is burned into my brain.”
He sped up more with every word he spoke. By the time he was finished, he had to push himself up to put more weight on his knees so he could pound into me. His eyes never wavered from mine, not even when I reached up to pinch my nipples as another climax approached.
“That’s it, love. Yes, yes, yes—let go. Let me see you fall apart again. Let me feel it on my cock.”
The angle was perfect. He hit my g-spot with every stroke and I came with a hoarse shout, squeezing down and making him groan in return. I had to fight to regain control in time to open my eyes and watch him as he came.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he grunted with three hard, deep thrusts.
Landon stilled abruptly and groaned something that sounded like my name, but I couldn’t be certain. All I knew for sure was that he was coming hard. I flexed my muscles—squeezing down as tight as I could and smiling when he let out a surprised moan. I realized with a grin that the pulsing I felt inside wasn’t aftershocks from my orgasm, but the feeling of his cock
pulsating with release.
It felt fucking incredible.
We both gasped when he pulled out and I finally let my eyes shut and stay closed. The sound of his feet softly padding over the carpet lulled me into an exhausted state. When the bed dipped beside me, I groaned in protest.
“I’m tired.”
Landon chuckled and kissed me on the forehead.
“Get some sleep, love. I’ll be in the studio.”
I cracked an eye open to gauge his reaction as I asked, “You sure?”
“Of course. Sweet dreams, my lovely muse.”
I was too tired to respond, slipping into sleep right as he covered me with a sheet and pressed one last kiss to my cheek.
10
A week later, I awoke in Landon’s bed with the weird sense that I should be awake even though I wasn’t. I groaned as I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Glancing around, I felt my eyes widen when they landed on his bedside clock.
Eleven in the morning. I hadn’t slept past eight o’clock in weeks. Especially not since I’d started sleeping regularly at Landon’s place.
He stayed with me one night. After the early morning cab ride back to his place, we both agreed that it made more sense for me to stay with him. Over the course of seven days, more and more of my stuff was transferred to his apartment. It didn’t feel like I had moved in yet, but it was damn close.
I laid my hand on the bed beside me, frowning at how cold Landon’s spot was. I knew he was in bed when I fell asleep the night before, but he’d obviously been gone for quite a while.
I wrapped the bedsheet around my body like a toga and tip-toed to the bedroom door. I peeked around the corner and saw no sign of life. After a few moments of silence in the apartment, I knew there was only one place he would be. I crept quietly to the door to his studio.
The door didn’t creak when I opened it and I took a moment to just stand there and watch him. He skipped a morning shower, that much was clear from the dusting of facial hair on his jaw. He’d also forgone a shirt, having only pulled on a pair of jeans before going to work. His hair was still a mess from sleep and late-night sex. His expression was serious and intently focused on the canvas in front of him.
He looked so fucking gorgeous it physically pained me.
I cleared my throat louder than was necessary. He looked away from the easel and smiled, moving like he was going to stand before changing his mind. When I pouted, he raised his hands to show me the paint on his skin.
“I don’t want to get you dirty.”
“I like being dirty,” I said with a cheeky grin.
I walked over to place a kiss on his cheek, humming with delight when he turned his head to meet my lips for a lazy kiss.
“Oh, I know you do. But this is a different kind of dirty.”
“How’s it going?” I asked, changing the subject as I turned to look at the half-finished painting. I cocked my head to the side, trying to spot the differences between how it looked now and how it looked last night. “You haven’t been up long, have you?”
“Five hours, give or take.”
“Did you work on something else?”
“No,” he said with a heavy sigh. “No, I’ve just been sitting here touching up this one. It’s been a rocky start this morning.”
“Do you need me to give you some inspiration?”
I still wasn’t fully comfortable with being called his muse, but I was getting better with it. Hearing him whisper it in bed while wearing that tender smile definitely helped.
“You just standing here brings me inspiration, love.”
I let a beat pass before I said, “But you’re still not painting.”
“Give it time. It’ll come.”
His eyes refocused on the canvas. I hated the sight of the small frown on his face. I knew him well enough to know frustration and disappointment would soon follow. A depressed Landon was heartbreaking to witness.
So I did the only thing I could think of. I dropped the sheet.
His eyes were locked on me in an instant. I watched with fascination as his pupils dilated and listened to his sharp intake of breath as he straightened to stand from the stool.
“No,” I ordered, pushing him back to his seat. “The paint, remember?”
I nodded toward his hands and he looked down, totally bewildered. The look continued when I undid his jeans and pushed them down, revealing his semi-hard cock. I held his gaze as I lowered myself to kneel on the discarded sheet. By the time I was settled between him and the easel, he was fully hard.
“Let me wash up first,” he whispered in an urgent tone. I wrapped my hand around his cock in reply and he bit out a hoarse, “Fuck!”
“The whole point is to give you inspiration to paint,” I said with faux innocence. “So… start painting.”
I curled my tongue around the head of his cock, massaging the underside while he let out a tortured groan. His chest was rising and falling rapidly already and I forced myself not to smirk.
“Oh, I’ll paint. I’ll paint your pretty face with cum, love.” He paused to thrust forward a little, rubbing his cock against my cheek. “Let me wash my hands. Let me touch you.”
“No. This is about you, for once.”
Despite how dominating Landon could be in the bedroom, he seemed to prefer bringing me pleasure above everything else. The one time I’d given him head was interrupted in favor of sex—sex that made my toes curl three times before he allowed himself to finish.
However, I knew touching my body wasn’t the real issue with his hands being covered in paint. The problem was he couldn’t touch my head—couldn’t control the pace or the depth.
Looking up at him and knowing he was at the mercy of however I wanted to do this was a major turn-on. More so than I expected. There was something to be said about switching things up from time to time.
As I began to suck him, he made it clear that he didn’t intend to give up trying to have some control. His hips pumped forward gently as he alternated between groaning, panting, and talking.
“Oh yes. Deeper, love. Take me as far as you can. Fuck.”
I could handle the orders, but I could do without the thrusting. I pressed his hips lightly. Between the physical contact and the look I gave him, he got the message instantly.
With a great deal of reluctance, he settled back on the stool and left me to my own devices. I caught him biting his bottom lip numerous times—no doubt to silence whatever request was on the tip of his tongue.
Not that it mattered. I knew what he needed. I rolled his balls in my palm and took him as deep as I could, swallowing around his cock once before pulling back to swirl my tongue all over his shaft and the sensitive tip. Landon shuddered hard and I repeated the motion, loving the sound of his blissful moan.
His hands twitched at his sides as he gasped, “I’m gonna come.”
I understood why he was warning me, but I had zero intention of stopping. Not when I finally reached the climax of this show for the first time. I did everything he seemed to like the most and took him deep the moment I saw his head tilt back. He shouted my name at the ceiling and I used my palm to continue pumping the base as he unloaded spurt after spurt into my waiting mouth.
The expression on his face was everything I wanted and more.
Unfortunately, I was also turned on beyond belief. I needed to excuse myself as soon as possible to take care of my own desire. I stood up on shaky legs, gathering the sheet back and preparing to leave him to his work when he called for me to stop.
“Drop the sheet. Spread it out a little right here.” He waited until I did so before humming with approval. “Good girl. Now lay down and spread your legs for me.”
“W-What? You should be working.”
“Do it, love. I need to see something.”
I did as he asked, blushing when I watched him fall to his knees and put his face between my thighs.
“Just as I thought. I can’t leave you like this, beautiful.”
He propped his paint-covered hands on the floor at the sides of the sheet and dipped his neck until he was able to lick me thoroughly. He snarled when I tried to dip a hand between my legs to rub my clit, pushing me away with his chin.
It took a little longer than usual without the use of his fingers, but it still wasn’t long before I was writhing and shaking while I mindlessly chanted his name. He finished me off with a series of rapid flicks of his tongue across my clit and I moaned loudly at the ceiling, the vibrations from his pleased hum sending shocks through my system.
He sat back on his heels and waited for me to open my eyes before he said, “If you had let me wash up, I would’ve fucked you senseless.”
“And we would’ve been here for another hour. You have work to do.”
“True. Get dressed and meet me back in here, love. If you stay there with your legs open much longer, I won’t be able to restrain myself.”
“And here I was thinking about staying like this all day and masturbating again and again.”
“Are you trying to drive me mad? Because that sounds like a bloody good way of doing it.”
I wrapped the sheet around me while I laughed and Landon cursed under his breath. His cell phone rang, breaking whatever remained of his desire after my teasing comment. He chuckled as he walked over to the table where his phone was sitting only to stop abruptly when he got there. The laughter drained from his expression, replaced by anger or annoyance—I couldn’t tell which. Was it because his hands were still a mess?
“Do you want me to answer it for you?”
“No.”
“Who is it?”
“No one important,” he mumbled under his breath. Just as I was about to ask what was wrong, the irritated look faded away. “Change of plans. How about I join you for a shower and we’ll have something to eat together before I get back to work. Sound all right?”
“Sounds great. But is everything okay? You seem kind of… upset.”
