by R. F. Allie
I snorted.
“You give me more credit than I deserve. You see, tonight, I had the first orgasm at the hand of another person other than myself. I’m almost twenty-two and I have never let a man where you’d been just an hour ago, nor have I ever tried to do anything intimately. I’ve been troubled and confused, ever since I’d met you that damned afternoon. I had given up on any chance to be happy. Yet, I came here, willing to see what this insanity was about. I went through bigger disappointments than you’d ever imagine and I was resolved to lead my life with as much control as possible.”
I took a harsh breath,
“I’ll survive you. That is undeniable. But I’m just tired and overwhelmed by all the deception. I don’t know why I expected more from you, but I did.”
My last words came out small and hurting.
Landon fixed me with an unreadable expression. I let out a breath and waited for him to say something, anything.
After a beat, he grabbed me from my arm.
“Come with me.”
He dragged me through the crowd, without giving me any chance to riposte. People were staring at us; I looked down, embarrassed and realizing that I might’ve exposed us, more than necessary. Landon ordered a bouncer to open a door just behind the bar. We walked through an endless corridor, the music echoing slightly. Then another door, and a stairway.
I found myself in a gigantic room, ground to sealing glass looking down on the crowd on both floors. Beautiful mahogany flooring, a large desk and at least twenty screens with live feed from inside and outside the club. It was pretty neat and soundproofed, we couldn’t hear the tiniest buzz from outside the office. I turned to Landon to ask him what the purpose of bringing me there was.
He bluntly pulled me to him and pushed us across the room. I was stilled, my back against the cool glass, my thoughts suddenly shattered into a million pieces. His silence spoke more than I could’ve handled. Something shifted between us; I saw something I’d never seen before in his eyes. I saw hope. Or maybe it was my wishful thinking. I just relished what I thought I’d witnessed.
Landon took a harsh breath in my hair and pulled my earlobe between his teeth, sending shivers through me. I craved him, his tender touch, and his kisses. I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that this man had ever suffered from heartbreak. It was the only reason I could find for him to live with such a lifestyle. I brought my hand to the back of his head and pulled him to my hankering mouth. Landon sealed our lips together in a dance of sweet lushes. His palms glided all over me. His kisses became more and more possessive. I was holding him, like holding on dear life. I thought I’d be able to let go, I thought I’d be dense enough to deny how much I wanted him.
I slid my hand down his hard shoulders, gripping him, as if I was registering all of his features. I gathered my courage and brought my hand between us and slid it down. I moaned in his mouth, reaching further for his zipper. I had no experience, or guidance; I just wanted to pleasure him, and myself. He groaned, deepening our kiss. I had no previous referencing as to men’ length. He was thick and hard. I stroked him, extorting another groan. He licked and nibbled his way across my jaw and sucked behind my ear. I had no notion of what had happened to my body at that moment. I trembled, full of lust and hunger for him. I pulled his belt open and pushed the zipper down, sliding my hand under his silk boxers.
I blinked in surprise. Landon was gloriously big. I apprehended my next step, suddenly anxious. I drifted myself down against the glass and onto my knees, pulling his boxers along. He tried to pull me back up, breathing erratically.
“No Clea, not now. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
I arched my head back looking at him.
“I want to, please.” I argued hopelessly.
He breathed out.
“I need to, just like you.”
I mirrored his words, and without waiting any longer, wrapped my mouth around him. I surreptitiously gaped at him from where I was bended. He was perfect, his eyes softened, watching me intently. I sucked him, hard. He stiffened.
Landon put his palms against my cheek, guiding my movement.
I wrap my lips around my teeth and follow his guidance.
I wrapped my palms around him and squeezed and sucked.
“Oh… Clea”
It was an appreciative sound and I sucked harder, using my tongue.
“Fuck Clea, baby that’s amazing.”
I tried to gape at him, but I didn’t want to lose any focus on what I was doing. I pushed him deeper, and twirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. Another groan gave me the confidence I needed to carry on. I gathered all the information I knew about this from the internet. Every time I felt him tense, was another boost I relished.
“Jesus Christ…”
Landon brought his hands and held my curls away in his fist. He started moving rapidly, pushing further, until I could feel him in the back of my throat. I sucked harder, and swirled endlessly. I could feel the pressure growing in my groin, I never knew that giving pleasure could’ve been just as gratifying as getting it. It was an epiphany to me. I grabbed him possessively. I was determined to pleasure him, I wanted his pleasure, and in some way, I wanted it to belong to me too.
I was resigned to make a statement.
“Clea, Stop!”
He breathed out.
“I’m going to come in your mouth.” He warned
His muscles flexed and stilled. His grip hardened. I didn’t let go, I felt him growing and his muscles contracting. I kept on sucking him, again and again, until I felt a warm liquid, dripping down the back of my throat. I swallow the salty taste swiftly and pull out, slowly.
I took a second to gather my thoughts, and my breath along with it. I gape at Landon. He was the most mesmerizing sight I’d ever seen.
He was absolutely fascinating.
His eyes flew open, darting through me. He fixed me for the longest time. I was taken by him, by his breathtaking gaze. I was kneeled, yet I felt powerful; I did something to him, I pleasured him and surprised him.
Landon extended his hand to me; I took it and pushed to steady myself. I leveled his gaze, waiting for him to say something, anything.
He bit at his lip, fixed me, and reached for his clothes. I didn’t feel uncomfortable; not in the least. I knew that, what had just happened affected him on some level. It was unexpected, I could tell. I watched him walk to his desk in silence; he grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured himself a drink.
Landon gestured for me to join him. I stood in front of him, my breath suddenly shallow. He pulled me to him and sat me on his knees.
I had no idea what I was feeling at that moment. It felt like an adrenaline shot, melting away slowly. He nuzzled my hair, pushed my rebellious curls to the side, and turned me to him.
I eyed him quizzically.
“That was most unexpected, Miss Dane.”
Once he’d spoke, I was taken by a sudden feel of shyness. I looked down at my twisted fingers. He held my chin and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. The lightness was unbearably soulful.
“You are the most unexpected woman.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I kept silent.
Landon took a long sip of his glass and I felt a sudden need for one myself. I was overwhelmed; by everything, the trip, the orgasms, the talk; but mostly by the man himself. I had no clarity whatsoever as to what was coming next.
In the silence of the room, reality crept over me. I had no way to explain how it turned out from that god-awful conversation to me, giving him an orgasm in the middle of his office. He’d made it clear about his relationship rule, and I knew I wasn’t going to accept it.
I could never indulge in such a painful thing. I was already taken by the man, and I only knew him for no less than a week. It was unconceivable for me to allow myself any further exposure. Six months would have been the end of me, especially if it was also the end of the relationship. I was a person of few words and str
ict convictions; getting involved with Landon Davis and knowing I would lose him after six months would break me no matter what. It was the expectancy that would’ve killed me. I would watch him every day, and be aware that in the near future, he’d be gone. The thought was like a poniard in my stomach.
I pushed to my feet and faced him; I was gathering some courage to say my goodbyes without losing my dignity. A dignity I had previously lost and worked so hard to get back intact. I looked down at the dark and mysterious man sitting in front of me. He was such a beautiful man, so powerful and touching. But the truth was evident, right in front of me. Landon Davis was unreachable. I had no idea as to why it felt that way, but I had to face the truth and get on with my life.
“I should leave.”
Despite all my efforts to smother the disappointment, my voice was small and shaking.
Landon’s expression was unfathomable.
“Thank you Mr. Davis.”
I offered a small smile and he frowned.
“Why would you thank me, Miss Dane?”
He asked wryly.
“You might not be aware, but you gave me hope. So thank you.”
He seemed puzzled, but I didn’t want to give out more than I’d already done.
“Hope?” He repeated bewildered.
I just nodded and turned to the exit door.
“Hope for what Miss Dane?”
He insisted.
“Goodbye Mr. Davis.”
Chapter IX
A bright light suddenly filled the room. I winced at the stab in my eyes and pulled the duvet over my head pushing myself further inside the king size bed of my hotel room. My head was swimming with Landon’s words; I was unfocused and needed the time to confront my reality.
“For god sake Clea, when did you become so lazy? It’s almost noon.”
Jenna pulled at the duvet. The sun ripped through my eyes and I cringed with pain; I couldn’t help the tears before I went to bed. I was sad and tired, and hurt.
“What the hell!”
Jenna climbed on the bed and lay next to me. I extended my hand searching for the quilt and when I couldn’t find it, I pushed to my arms and straightened myself.
“What’s wrong?”
I asked my friend, taking the coffee she offered me.
“I don’t know. You tell me; your eyes are swollen. Yesterday, you left the club without us, you’ve slept through the day and yet, you look terribly unrested.”
“Well thank you girlfriend, what a great polite way to tell me that I look like shit.”
I didn’t want to worry her, so I went for a way to lighten the mood.
“You’re welcome.”
She beamed at me.
“Where are Jude and Ryan?”
“I don’t know, they said they’re meeting some old friend of Ryan’s in Lombard.”
I was surprised.
“Lombard?”
She nodded.
“Yeah, they said we can join them if we wanted to watch a race.”
“What race?”
The morning turned out to be weirder than I’d expected.
“A car race; apparently, Ryan’s friend is a racer or something.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
I had no idea who the friend was, but I was amused by the perspective of Ryan watching a car race in the suburbs.
“How far is it?”
I asked.
“Not too far, twenty minutes by train.”
Jenna announced.
“Are you up for it?”
I asked feeling a little excited about the whole idea?
“Are you?”
Jenna was surprised. She knew that since I’d witnessed my brother’s ugly race in Nice a few years ago, I’d sworn not to watch any kind of speeding sports.
I shrugged.
“Yeah, I’m curious and I could use the distraction.”
“Ok. But you still have to tell me everything about your sudden mood. What happened with Mr. Davis?”
She asked bemused.
“I’ll tell you about it on the ride to Lombard.”
I said pushing to my feet and heading to the shower.
“I know I’m repeating myself, but that was amazing.”
I squeaked getting out from the car.
They all laughed at me.
“We can tell sweetie.”
Jude nodded and climbed out after me.
“And that shirt suits you well, you’re a real groupie.”
Ryan said gesturing to the shirt I was wearing. Noah; Ryan’s childhood friend had won the race, and when we went celebrating with him, he gave me the winning tee with his crew’s name. It was very stylish and I loved it.
“Noah was very smitten with you two.”
Ryan continued. We were entering the hotel lobby. It was almost six and we had decided on getting some rest and head to have dinner and maybe join Noah’s party in his condo.
“I’m sure it was hard for him to choose between two gorgeous women. He settled for the cheery one.”
I shrugged and smiled at them.
“Yeah awfully cheery, I might add.”
Jenna pouted at me with a tender gaze, which betrayed her lack of serious envy.
“Hello. Room two forty nine, please.”
I greeted the receptionist and asked for our card.
“Miss Dane?”
He asked and I nodded.
“Can you hold on for a minute please?”
I nodded again, unsure of what was happening.
“What’s wrong?”
Jude interjected.
“I don’t know, He asked me to hold.”
“Miss Dane is in the reception.”
I looked at the receptionist in confusion. But he went back to stare at his computer screen.
When I turned to ask him for the keycard, my eyes fell on Landon darting through the lobby. He held a dark gaze that shook me to my core. I couldn’t decipher it; it just felt alarming and I was reminded of the melting pot of emotions that man had the ability to bestow on me.
“Oh boy!”
Jenna breathed out.
“He looks pissy!
“Good evening.”
Landon greeted all of us, and then his eyes settled on me.
“Mr. Davis.”
Jude and Ryan greeted him back.
He smiled one of those smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Good evening Landon.”
Jenna said bemused.
I thought she was just as bewildered as me. I didn’t expect to see him after last night. He didn’t even come to look for me after I’d left his office. He didn’t call, didn’t text. I thought that his message was obvious and decided that there was no point to ruin the weekend for the others.
I managed to chase him from my thoughts for a second or two throughout the afternoon, and made peace with my resolve to forget about him slowly and safely.
“I thought you left.”
He said to me with a confusing tone.
“You did?”
He was disappointed that I was still there.
“Yes. I went up to your room and called. Then I came to see if you had checked out.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you. You shouldn’t have come, you could’ve checked with the reception.”
He looked at me wryly.
“I don’t think I’d ever been happier with disappointment, Miss Dane.”
Huh?
The man wore me out. I could never really know what he was thinking.
“What do you mean?”
I asked.
His lips twitched lightly and I knew what was coming.
“What do you think it means, Miss Dane?”
I puffed my frustration and glared at him. I tried to keep a sober face, although I wanted to smile. I knew how he was going to answer, and it made me feel as if I knew him a little.
Admittedly, I was nowhere close enough to know the man. Everything I had learned about him c
ame straight from the internet. Other than that, he was a total mystery; unreadable and unreachable. He had the most mesmerizing eyes and the deftest fingers. Landon Davis was domineering and a control freak; he held ascendancy on everything, from work to relationships.
“Hey boo, we’re going upstairs. We’re exhausted.”
Jude announced steering me out of my thoughts.
“I’ll be sending everything you need in an hour. Will that be okay for you?”
Landon addressed the rest of the group glancing at me.
They all eyed each other. They didn’t know how to answer. After everything that had went down, I just assumed we wouldn’t go and made other plans.
“Um…”
Ryan said hesitantly.
“After last night, I thought…”
I interjected with uncertainty.
Landon’s shoulders fell down. It confused me to see him that way.
“That’s alright, I understand.”
I looked at my friends searching for a way to capitulate the situation. They eyed me quizzically.
Truth was I hadn’t told them the whole story about what went down in the club. I just said that it might not work after all, arguing that we looked for different things. They didn’t insist on any development and I was thankful.
But his presence made me lose my resolve. Especially; when I saw him like that. He seemed really disconcerted and I wanted to spend some time with him.
“Do you guys want to go?”
I asked; surprised by my words.
They all shrugged.
“I’m up for it.”
Jenna announced.
“What about you guys?”
I was secretly begging them to say yes. I wanted some time with Landon, but I needed them too.
Ryan nudged an unconvinced Jude and they both agreed with a smile.
I turned to Landon and grinned at him.
“I guess we’re coming after all.”
His broad smile matched mine, and it awakened those butterflies inside me.
“Great. Everything will be arranged for you, gentlemen, Miss Seiter.”
He looked at me.
“Would you agree to get ready in my apartment, or should I pick you up later?”
His tone suggested that the latter wasn’t going to be the right answer, and truth was, I wanted to talk to him about the whole thing.
