Landon's Desire (Book Three of The Pulse Series 3)

by Rose, Jennifer

  “I will,” Landon smiled. “Once I’m inside you.”

  “Just shut up and lie down,” Carl snarled, shoving Landon’s chest.

  Surrendering to Carl’s demands, Landon laid back and watched Carl nestle himself between his thighs and fist his cock. He slowly kissed his way up Landon’s length and swirled his tongue through the pre-cum at the tip of his cock. Carl slid down Landon’s length until Landon’s cock touched the back of his throat, he gagged a little and tears came to his eyes. He shrugged and continued, sucking in his cheeks and flicking his tongue through Landon’s slit when he pulled back. Landon gasped, taking hold of Carl’s head and holding gently.

  “You have the most amazing mouth, it feels so fucking good,” Landon huffed out, moving his hands to Carl’s cheeks and pulling him off. “But I’ve had enough, I want you.”

  Carl smiled just before Landon yanked him forward and they fell onto the mattress, chest to chest.

  “Pass the lube,” Landon asked.

  The laughter left Carl’s face as he swallowed and handed the bottle to Landon.

  “Relax, I promise I won’t hurt you,” Landon said, pouring a generous amount of lube onto two fingers. “Lift your leg over me.”

  Landon shifted as he ran his fingers along the crack of Carl’s ass spreading the lube around.

  “Now kiss me,” he instructed and pushed his fingertip against Carl’s hole.

  Carl groaned and squeezed his butt cheeks together. Landon pressed the tip of his finger past his opening and swallowed Carl’s moans into his mouth.

  “Close your eyes and relax and feel how good it is,” Landon whispered as he pushed in and out in circles, adding a second and then a third digit as Carl relaxed and relinquished into a slow easygoing rhythm.

  Carl’s hands explored the rippling muscles of Landon’s back, the globes of his firm ass and every inch of skin he could touch. His breathing was labored, and he was extremely generous sharing his verbal pleasure with the other hotel guests. Landon couldn’t wait to hear the sounds he made once he was buried inside him.

  Slowly he turned Carl onto his back and sat back on his knees between his legs. Carl watched as he rolled a condom over his cock and then greased it liberally with lube. His eyes were heavy hooded, his breathing arduous, he was ready.

  Landon lifted back Carl’s knees and spread them wide, he poured more lube down his crack and fingered his opening. Holding his cock, he pressed the head against Carl and watched his eyes widen.

  “It’s only going to hurt for a minute,” Landon said, pressing harder. “Breath out and relax your ass, let me in.”

  Carl nodded, Landon pushed and Carl let out a loud echoing moan, his hands tightly fisting the bed sheets, as the head of Landon’s cock broke passed his tight ring and he stilled.

  “You okay, Babes?”

  Nodding his answer, Landon started slowly rocking, sliding in and out as he studied Carl’s face. His brow was tightly furrowed, his eyes clamped shut and his mouth gaped as he moaned with each of Landon’s forward thrusts, he looked to be in pain but the sounds he was making told a different story.

  “Oh, yeah,” he chanted continually.

  “You like my cock inside you?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Carl said, opening his eyes. “You’re fucking huge.”

  Landon grinned as he increased his pace. “You’ll get used to the size of me…you’ll have to, I can go all night,” he warned.

  Carl’s mouth closed with a loud painful groaned, he swallowed, Landon watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

  “Oh God…I can’t take anymore,” Carl choked out.

  “You want to fuck me, Babes?” Landon asked with a grin.

  “Yeah,” Carl nodded wildly. “I want to fuck you.”

  Landon pressed an excited kiss to Carl’s lips as he pulled out of him and discarded his condom. They swiftly traded places and Landon helped Carl with his condom and lube and spread his legs, fisting his cock with a smile.

  “You better get me ready for that big boy, it’s been a while,” Landon joked, as he took Carl’s hand and poured lube over his fingers.

  “I’m average,” Carl snorted.

  “You Babes are way, way above average,”

  “Not as big as you,” Carl said, wiggling his butt. “I can tell you first hand, you are very well endowed.”

  Landon grasped Carl’s wrist and guided his hand between his cheeks. “Touch me, will you? I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

  “Your wish,” Carl gently pressed a finger inside. “Is my command.”

  Working Landon into a wild frenzy, watching his hips writhe as Carl stretched him, it didn’t take Landon long before he started begging.

  “Fuck me…Fuck me now.”

  “Just saying, because I feel I have to…this is so strange,” Carl said, slowly feeding his cock into Landon’s opening, he threw his head back with a loud grunt once he was buried to the hilt. Carl was enjoying a slow leisurely pace, hot, snug and deep.

  “I’m not a delicate flower, Babes, rough it up will you?” Landon snarled, latching his hands to the back of Carl’s thighs. “Fuck me hard.”

  This exquisite male lying beneath him, begging him to take him in the most intimate way possible, made it feel like this moment was always meant to be, like this was the missing piece to the puzzle he had been trying to solve for all of his life. He bent forward and held Landon’s face in his hands as he kissed him with all the passion he could muster. All the desire and longing he had hidden for far too long, came crashing to the surface and Landon was the benefactor of years of deprivation.

  The room echoed noisily with grunts and groans. Each time Carl rammed deep inside Landon he mumbled a chorus of colorful profanities, while the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the thick scent of male sex filled the air.

  “I’m going to cum,” Landon growled, as his hot seed shot across his chest and chin.

  “What the fuck?” Carl asked. “What happened to all night?”

  “Prostate,” Landon panted, clamping his hands on Carl’s biceps.

  Carl smiled into his face. “Gonna cum, so fucking tight, but so fucking right,” Carl announced, as he came inside Landon’s warmth, then fell onto his chest.

  As he rolled to the beds edge, Landon grasped hold of his forearm. “Don’t.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t leave yet…I want…”

  Carl disposed of the condom in the waste basket and climbed back onto the bed.

  “What do you want, Ace?” Carl asked, running his fingers through Landon’s hair.

  Landon yanked him down, maneuvering them around until he had Carl wrapped in his arms holding him tight against his chest.

  With a happy sigh, Landon kissed the tip of Carl’s nose and smiled. “I want to cuddle.”

  Carl laughed and kissed the tip of Landon’s nose. “I didn’t think you were the cuddle up after sex type.”

  “I wasn’t, until now.”

  “This is a first for you?”

  “It is.”

  “Can I expect this often?”

  Landon’s brow wrinkled as he pretended to be in deep thought. “I’m thinking you better be expecting a lot of cuddling…and sex.”

  He winked and Carl melted into his arms and closed his eyes.

  “This is nothing like I thought it would be,” Carl whispered.

  “How did you think it would be?”

  “Fuck him and chuck him.”

  Landon scowled, raising Carl’s chin to look at him. “This wasn’t a one night thing, Babes, you mean more to me than that.”

  Carl’s heart skipped a beat and then raced to catch up once Landon’s words sunk in. He was thrilled to know he meant something to Landon, but he was also fearful that he felt too much. Carl didn’t know if he could commit to something on a higher level, something that required him to trust that Landon wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. He wasn’t ready to lose someone else.

  “I like you too,
Ace,” was all he said, and settled back into Landon’s hold.

  SIXTEEN

  Hand in hand, Landon and Carl walked into the club, it was empty of customers as staff were getting ready for a quiet night, Sundays were always slow, the place closed by eleven at the latest.

  “Hey,” Rex called out, coming from the back cooler with a dolly of beer cases stacked chest high. His gaze froze on their interlocked hands and the smile left his face. “You two look cozy.”

  Landon and Carl shared a glance and smirked.

  “I’m going up,” Carl said, starting to turn away towards the elevator.

  “There was a guy here asking for you Lando, he left his card, said to have you call him when you got in, let me find it,” Rex said, searching the area around the cash register.

  “Here it is,” he handed it the Landon.

  “Son-of-a-bitch,” Landon said, and Carl stopped in his tracks to see what was up.

  “What is it, Ace?”

  “Briggs.” Landon handed Carl the card. “He’s persistent, I’ll give him that much.”

  Written on the back of the card was, I want to get together for a drink, talk about old times. Michael.

  “Old times?” Carl questioned, slapping the card against Landon’s chest.

  Landon shrugged, as he took the card and slipped it into his pocket. “I’ll give this to Johnson.”

  “Mmm…” Carl hummed, clearly not impressed, Landon grabbed hold of his hand.

  Snatching his hand away, Carl opened the office door and with a huff disappeared inside.

  Landon scratched his knuckles over his jaw and blew out a long sigh, as Rex tittered at his side.

  “I think the bottom just fell out of paradise,” Rex said. “Someone’s not getting laid tonight.”

  “Fuck off.”

  “Looks like you have time for a drink, can I tempt you?”

  “Give me two beers,” Landon said.

  “Coming up,” Rex said with a grin.

  He fetched two beer bottles from the ice cooler set them on the bar and unscrewed the caps, tossing them in the waste basket. Just as Rex reached for one, Landon snatched them both away and blew him a kiss.

  “I’ll be sure and toss a tip in the jar, sweetheart.” Landon winked.

  “Fuck you,” Rex said, tossing a coaster in his direction, missing by a mile.

  Landon shouted over his shoulder with a nasty smirk, “You wish!”

  There Carl sat in Mikala’s hot pink executive’s chair, fiddling about at her computer with a pout on his face, Landon couldn’t help laughing. It was almost flattering the way Carl got jealous when Briggs came sniffing around, almost. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Briggs was a vile creature, whom Landon wished would crawl back into the hole from which he came, it would be somewhat gratifying.

  “Whatcha doin’?” Landon asked, teasingly.

  “Fixing the website, Mikala’s been on my ass for months to do it,”

  “Here,” Landon handed him a beer. “So you pick this minute to work on the website... You have nothing to worry about you know,”

  “What would I be worried about?” Carl asked, acting nonchalant while he tapped away at the keyboard.

  The sound of Landon’s bottle slamming on the desk didn’t seem to faze Carl in the slightest, making Landon’s temper peek. He came around the side of the desk and spun Carl in his seat to face him. He fisted the collar of Carl shirt and growled into his face, smashing his lips to Carl’s and then pulling away.

  “I will only say this one more time, he is nothing do you hear me, nothing!” Landon hollered. “No one else matters but you.”

  As fast as his attack came, Landon had Carl spun back facing the computer, breathless with his mouth hanging open, and walked over to the door.

  “So when you’re finished tinkering with the fucking computer, I’ll be waiting for you upstairs.” He walked through the door and looked over his shoulder. “You have until the bath water gets cold…or you can choose to join me.”

  An unfamiliar piano concerto was playing on the stereo as Carl walked through the apartment, removing pieces of his clothing and tossing them on the floor leaving a trail to the bathroom door. He stood naked watching Landon lying with his eyes closed as his big toe played in the end of the faucet.

  “Are you teasing me?” Landon asked, startling Carl.

  “How did you know I was standing here?”

  “I could smell your cologne,” Landon said, opening his eyes and turning to Carl. “Are you just going to stand there all night?”

  “Are you going to tell me the truth?”

  “I’ve never lied to you, Babes, and I wouldn’t.”

  “Tell me about Briggs.”

  “I don’t want to,” Landon told him. “Get in.”

  Reluctantly Carl climbed into the tub, allowing Landon to situate him between his legs, cradling Carl’s back to his chest.

  “If I’m going to do this,” Landon said. “I don’t want you to look at me.”

  “Okay.”

  “And I don’t want you to say anything,”

  “Okay.”

  Several pregnant moments later, Landon took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

  “The night I went out as the escort for Mik, Briggs was the client,” Landon combed his wet fingers through his hair, “and…I was a fucking moron and let him blow me in the washroom, I didn’t want him to, it just happened.”

  He was intentionally hesitating. Carl knew there had to be more since he was being so vague. Wanting badly to urge him on, Carl ran his hands back and forth along Landon’s thighs and held his jaw tight.

  “On the ride home…he made me return the favor,” Landon said, he was getting annoyed and pushed Carl forward, trying to escape.

  “Ace, stop,” Carl shoved back.

  “There’s no more to tell.”

  “The waters getting cold and I know you hate cold water, so if you expect to get out of here while it’s lukewarm, you best finish.”

  Landon was tired, the water was changing temperature quickly and he needed to get it off his chest once and for all. Walking around with the feeling of guilt, embarrassment and anger was taking a toll on him.

  Rubbing his temples he blurted, “He was going to fuck with Mikala, he told me if I didn’t let him…he gave me no choice…I couldn’t let anything happen to Mik…I’m so sorry Carl, forgive me.”

  “Forgive you?” Carl asked, turning and splashing water over the tubs edge. “He forced you to give him head and you want me to forgive you.”

  Shaking his head, Landon dropped his eyes and yanked Carl into his arms. “He fucked me, he made me get down on my hands and knees…he made me…all I could think about was you…I’m going to be sick!”

  Landon flew from the bathtub and landed on his knees in front of the toilet. Carl threw a towel over his wet body and wet a face cloth holding it at the back of Landon’s neck until he was finished. And then he sat beside him on the floor and rocked him in his arms.

  “Say you’ll forgive me?” Landon whispered.

  “If that’s what you want,” Carl said. “But we weren’t even together then.”

  “In my mind we were,” Landon sat up and looked directly into Carl’s eyes. “From the moment we met, all I wanted was you. That night I felt like I cheated on you.”

  “Ace, you’re punishing the wrong person. It’s Briggs who should be suffering, not you.”

  Landon stood, pulling Carl up with him. He led Carl to the bedroom and climbed into bed, settling them into a spooned position with Carl cradled against his chest, cuddling him tightly.

  “I need you to understand.” Landon said.

  “Yes?”

  “About Briggs…I have to make Briggs pay. I have to do whatever it takes to see him suffer. That’s why I’ve agreed to help Johnson in his investigation.”

  “I don’t like this,” Carl choked out. “But you need to do what you need to do and I’ll back you one hundred percent…I’m
sorry he did that to you.”

  Entwining his fingers with Landon’s, he raised a hand to his mouth and kissed each of Landon’s knuckles before swathing Landon’s arm around his waist. He listened to the sound of Landon breathing, he could smell his distinct scent and felt the beat of his heart against his back and smiled, he was the happiest he could ever remember.

  Dare he say he felt cherished, safe, even loved. Maybe he wouldn’t take it that far, but it was special, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. His heart pained at the idea, but Carl was certain this was the beginning of something extraordinary.

  He was falling in the love.

  ***

  “I smelled bacon,” Landon said, wiping sleep from his eyes. “It made me slightly horny and had to get up.”

  Carl laughed raising his brows, “It doesn’t take much to make you horny, sit and I’ll get your coffee.”

  “I can get my own.”

  “I’m sure you can, but I want to do it,” Carl said, reaching into the cupboard for a coffee mug. “I like serving you.”

  “Mmm…” Landon moaned, cuddling against Carl’s back, nuzzling into the junction where his neck and shoulder met. “As much as I enjoy you serving me, I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

  “And I don’t,” Carl assured him. “BLT?”

  “Hell yeah!”

  Blowing into his coffee mug and taking a careful sip, Landon watched Carl making his sandwich. His brow creased as he concentrated on his task and suddenly Landon remembered that same look on his face in the bedroom, that same concentration while he fought getting off. Landon bit into the tissue inside his cheek and hummed.

  “Oh my God,” Carl laughed, “are you thinking about sex while I’m making breakfast?”

  “Babes, I’m always thinking about sex,” Landon wiggled his brow.

  “Mayo?” Carl asked, rolling his eyes.

  “Yes please, load it on.” He grinned, a hint of naughtiness barely hidden in his eyes. He set his empty mug aside and Carl placed his sandwich in front of him and lifted the mug.

  “More?”

  Landon nodded, winked and took a bite, moaning his appreciation as he chewed. His cell phone started vibrating and Carl retrieved it from the coffee table for him.