by S. R. Watson
“Damn, your pussy is so greedy for my cock baby. Take what you want from me,” he growls. His raw, filthy, talk spurs me on to bounce on his dick, letting it fill me—stretch me. He places both hands on my hips now to bounce me harder and deeper on his dick. “This pussy is mine.”
“Yes,” I scream out in agreement. He angles him his hips and thrusts once more. “Laaaannnn—.” I can’t even get the rest of his name out. Stars burst behind my closed eyes as ecstasy wracks through me. He quickly joins me as he finds his own release.
LANDON BRINGS ME TO three more orgasms before he walks over to the bed and pulls back the cover. We both are too spent to do anything else. He crawls in the bed behind me and brings the cover up over us. He pulls me into him and I cuddle into his embrace. We fall asleep with our legs intertwined.
That damn annoying alarm sound is going off again, alerting us that it’s time to get up. Even more importantly, it signals that this is the last day of our blissful bubble. The calm before the storm. Giselle will be back tomorrow morning. Landon pulls me further into him and I can feel his morning wood. Hello friend. He slides into me from behind and rides me hard until I don’t think my legs will work. Beach day canceled. Another orgasm later, he is pulling me up to take a shower with him. And of course the start of our morning would not be complete without a shower quickie.
“You’re a freak, you know that?” He jokes. “I’m beginning to think you just want me for my body.”
“Shut up fiend,” I retort as I dig through my drawers for the bathing suit I wore last time.
“Your fiend,” he admonishes. “I’m going to grab some shorts from the other room. Peyton and the guys should be here within the hour. I’ll see if I can make us some breakfast before they get here.”
“Okay. I’ll be out in twenty minutes.” I noticed that he didn’t refer to the room he shares with Giselle as his room.
He said the ‘other’ room. Yeah, I’m observant like that. I braid my hair into pigtails and put a cute romper over my swimsuit. I slide into my flip-flops and head to watch Landon cook breakfast. I feel bad that I hadn’t had the opportunity to cook, but between Landon and Peyton I haven’t had a chance. When I walk into the kitchen, he hands me a cup a coffee just the way I like it—a shade darker than blonde. That’s a shit load of creamer and two Splendas. Someone has been paying attention. He motions for me to take a seat at the counter, so I do. There is an array of fruit and cheeses. He slides a spinach omelet my way before taking a seat next to me. I use my fork to search for the meat and he laughs. I don’t know why I bother. He meticulously watches what he puts into his mouth—what goes into his body. My own snicker escapes me as I think of one of the things he put in his mouth last night.
“Hmmm. Is someone thinking naughty thoughts this early?” he guesses.
“You’re the one who woke up with dirty thoughts, Mr. good-morning-meet-my-erection.” This earns me a fully belly laugh.
“Baby, guys tend to wake up with those. I just decided not to let a hard on go to waste.” I squeeze my legs together at the reminder and he laughs harder. “I’ll take care of you tonight sweetheart. The gang should be here—” The doorbell rings effectively cutting him off.
“You were saying?” I joke. I get up and let Mike and Gavin in. I get ready to lock the door, but Mike informs me that they saw Peyton pulling up. Landon and I gather our stuff so we can all meet her downstairs. We’re all riding with Mike this time. Crazy how things have changed in just a couple of weeks. I wouldn’t have pictured myself reunited with Landon. He grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers as we leave. The guys raise their eyebrows at one another, but they save their comments. Landon must have encouraged them not to interfere, especially since I know Gavin is very opinionated.
It’s such a beautiful day. The sun shines bright and reflects against the clear blue water. The soft white sand is cool beneath my toes. Landon and I walk down the beach hand in hand, once again creating our own bubble. The smell of the ocean and sound of the waves adds to my feelings of paradise.
“You want to take a dip?” Landon asks. I hesitate a second too long. Landon picks me up and runs toward the ocean. Surely he wouldn’t? And he does. He dips us under the wave that came out to meet us and we’re separated by the force of the wave. I sputter as my head rises above the surface. The saltiness of the water coats my lips and burns my nose. I wipe my eyes just as Landon comes up behind me. He picks me up again and we’re now chest deep in the ocean.
“Ass,” I say sticking my tongue out at him. Landon squeezes my ass underneath the water and I can feel his cock hardening underneath me.
“I want you right now. Right here,” he says while inching his fingers underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms.
“Landon, people will see,” I point out nervously. His fingers find my entrance and he inserts a finger in me. I look around and there is nobody close enough to see the finger fucking taking place under the water. Landon definitely takes me beyond my comfort zone, but there is something exhilarating about the thought of public sex.
“Nobody will know. Hold on tight,” he instructs. I oblige as he uses his other hand to free his engorged cock from his board shorts. He pulls my bottoms to the side with his other hand and penetrates me in one thrust. I was already primed from the fingering.
“Ooooh,” is my only response. His hands capture mine in his as he slowly grinds me on his dick. His eyes stare into mine with an intensity I haven’t seen before. The intimate stare sets me on fire even more and I begin to writhe in his arms.
“Slow baby. This fuck will be slow and deep.” He uses his grip on my hips to control our rhythm and pace. I tug on his hair and kiss him with wild abandonment. This man drives me absolutely insane with lust. I can’t get enough of his cock, now that I’ve had a taste.
I can feel my orgasm building and it feels so damn good. Landon slips a finger between my ass cheeks and massages me there. I tighten up slightly and he removes his hand. “I will claim this ass, but not now. I want every fucking inch of you,” he forewarns, breaking our kiss. He angles his hips in that special maneuver he does to get even deeper and I explode all over his dick. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my whimpers.
“You come so fucking beautifully,” he whispers as he empties himself in me. When I can find my voice again, I tell him just how I feel.
“I love you Landon.” I know that he already knows this, but it was important for me to say it out loud. He begins to kiss me gently and I feel him expressing his love for me in return.
“I love you more Heaven.” We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity before he tucks himself back in his shorts and fixes my bottoms. He gives me one last kiss on the nose before he suggests that we rejoin the others.
When we get back, the others have a picnic lunch set up for us. We spend the day lounging around and watching the guys play touch football. I laugh because they couldn’t spend one afternoon without a football in their hands. Peyton and I did get some alone time for our girl talk. She shared that her and Landon did talk last night. He reiterated to her how much he loved me and that this wasn’t a casual fling. She admits that she thinks that he is a good guy and that his love for me is real.
I know that she’s stated that she supports me no matter what, but it was important for her to see our situation for what it is. I needed her to see that our love was undeniable. I didn’t want her to think of me as a home wrecker or boyfriend stealer. Neither one of us venture into discussing how tomorrow will play out because we don’t want to dampen the mood.
As the sun begins to sit low in the sky and the various hues of orange and purple fuse together over the horizon, then men work on starting a bonfire. Mike gets his acoustic guitar from the truck and starts to play some songs for us. We sit in a circle around the fire and listen intently as he sings familiar tunes that have been altered to an acoustic rendition. He chooses The Civil War’s version of “Billie Jean” and I join in to sing the female part.
Landon looks on in awe. I admit I have a nice voice, but I normally don’t share it. All the beer and wine coolers this afternoon have definitely loosened me up. I take a seat in Landon’s lap and he rocks us as I sing my heart out for him. When we finish, we get a request for an encore. I suggest Angus and Julia Stone’s version of “Stay With Me.” I look Landon directly in the eyes and sing how he makes me feel. Everyone else fades into the distance. When we wrap up the song, he gives me the most passionate, panty-melting kiss to date. Mike and Gavin give him a wolf whistle while Peyton claps.
The fire crackles and I wish we could stay in this moment. The beach goers have cleared out with the exception of a few that has chosen to make a bonfire like us. We are telling jokes and talking about life, until Gavin brings up the elephant we were all trying to avoid.
“So what time does Giselle get in tomorrow?” He asks. Landon gives him a death glare, but answers.
“Around eight in the morning. I have to pick her up.” This is the first I’m hearing of this. I freeze in his lap and he picks up on it. He rubs both of my arms in an effort to relax me. “Let’s not talk about that Gavin,” he emphasizes.
“Whatever man,” Gavin acquiesces. And just like that, the vibe changes and everyone senses it. Everyone becomes quiet and only the crackling of the fire can be heard. Landon decides that it is time that we pack it in and head home. We all crash on the ride home. It has been a long day. When we arrive to our apartment, we all file out. Peyton informs me that she will be back in the morning. She wants to give me and Landon this last night together alone before Giselle comes home. She doesn’t say it, but I know she is coming home in the morning is so that I don’t have to face Giselle alone. She will be the referee if necessary. I hope it doesn’t come to that. I’m not a fighter and I would probably get my ass kicked.
I’m lying across my bed waiting for Landon to draw us a bath. He says he’s joining me this time. I hope I don’t pass out on him. That two-hour ride home helped, but I don’t know for how long. Maybe thirty minutes pass before he comes to get me. He instructs me to get completely naked before we leave the room and he does the same. The moment we step into the hall, I see rose petals on the floor leading to the bathroom. I turn to look at him in shock. Where did he get the rose petals?
“Landon this is amazingly sweet. Thank you.”
“This is just the start,” he assures me. I never knew he was such romantic. “Tonight has just begun.” It’s almost ten, but I know what he means. We enter the bathroom and the soft glow of the tea lights highlights the petals leading up to the tub and around the tub’s edge. There are no bubbles to welcome me this time, only rose petals in the water with rose scented oils. A music playlist, much like last time, plays softly in the background. Upon closer inspection, I see a heart formed into the water, using the flowers. He helps me into the bath first before he slides in behind me.
“I love all of this. I love you,” I tell him. I lean back so that I’m resting on his chest.
“I love you Nevaeh.” I don’t know what to make of the absence of my pet name, but it lends an air of seriousness to his profession of love.
He uses the bath pouf to drip water across my body. He massages my breasts with it and I can tell where this bath is going. He abandons the pouf and begins using his hands to knead my breasts and stomach. Once I feel his erection, I know things are about to be turned up a notch. He places soft kisses to my cheek and neck before finding my lips. That familiar feeling of horniness ignites down below and I’m ready for him to take me. I turn to face him and straddle his lower thighs. I grab his cock that is now protruding above the water line and begin to stroke him. He watches my every stroke with his eyes half-mast.
“You’re hands are great baby, but that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock would be better,” he winks. I answer his eloquent request by scooting back further in the tub so my mouth has access to him. My first tentative lick to the tip causes him to hiss. I twirl my tongue around the head while I continue my slow strokes. I bob up and down on his length, taking him deeper with each pass. His thighs tighten as I really find my rhythm. His hands tangle in my hair as he bucks his hips to fuck my mouth. “Shit. Your fucking mouth is incredible.” My jaw relaxes so I can take even more of him. The guttural sounds that escape him are so primal and raw.
Just before I can milk an orgasm from him, he pushes me off and stands me up. “Bend over the tub.” The tone of his voice has turned dominant. I bend over toward the front of the tub—ready to take what he has for me. He gets up on his knees behind me and begins licking me from behind. He brings his hand forward and plays with my clit while he tongues me deep. Holy shit. I ride his face and pray that my knees don’t buckle. Unlike him, I don’t hold back. I come all over his face as he laps at my essence. He brings me down to join him on my knees. He leans me back over the tub and plunges into me from behind. Water sloshes over the side of the tub as he begins pounding into me. He wraps a fist around my hair as he continues his punishing strokes. One orgasm rolls into another until I feel boneless. He finally allows himself to come after giving me multiple. We are both panting now.
“That’s it for our bath. I’m ready to fuck you now,” he teases. I know tonight is going to be a total fuckathon and I’m ready.
“You’re going to have to carry me,” I laugh. “That last fuck still has my legs shaky and weak.” He washes us both in record time. He gets out first and towels off before holding the towel out for me. After he dries me off, he wraps the towel around me and picks me up fireman style. Caveman.
HE THROWS ME ON the bed and I giggle. I think that is his favorite thing to do. He jumps in the bed and immediately pins me underneath him. He hovers over me—giving me that intensified look that sets my panties on fire. Well, if I were wearing any. He flips me over so that I’m on my stomach. “Get on your knees baby. I need you face down and your ass.” I love his dirty talk.
“Yes, Landon,” I purr. Once I’m on all fours, he slaps my ass. He nudges his thick cock between my ass cheeks and I remember his statement from earlier about claiming my ass.
“Relax baby. Let me in. I want all of you.” I want to give my all to this man so I nod my consent. He retrieves lubricant from near the pillow. I don’t know when he put that there, but he has truly thought of everything. He takes a little and massages the rosette of my ass. The initial cold has me tensing up. “Relax baby. We will go as slow as you need to and if it’s too much, we will stop.”
“Okay,” I say as I push my ass back to him. He lines his dick up at my back entrance and asks that I push out as he pushes in. The initial burn is almost too unbearable, but I grip the sheets in front of me and bite my lip until the pain starts to lessen. He stills as he assesses if I’m okay for him to continue. I nod in the affirmative. He leans over and begins to give some attention to my pussy until I’m soaking wet.
He inserts one and then two fingers inside my pussy and I feel so full. I wiggle my ass against him because I’m ready for him to move now. And boy does he move. His fucking hips piston in and out of my ass while my greedy pussy sucks at his fingers. The ecstasy is indescribable. Landon fucks like a stallion and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. My ass hitting against him echoes throughout the room.
“Get there baby. I’m not going to last. You ass is so tight on my dick and your pussy is so fucking wet,” he says as he fucks me even harder.
“Landon, I’m coming,” I scream.
“Fuck yes,” he answers. He joins me as we both reach the pinnacle of orgasmic bliss. Landon is not done with me. “Thank you for giving yourself to me completely Heaven. You are my world.” He flips me on my back so that he can lie on top of me. He shows me just how much I am his world by giving me three more delicious orgasms. He has the stamina of a stud and he is all fucking mine.
“Baby, wake up,” Landon says as he plants tender kisses along my temple. “I’m getting ready to go pick up Giselle.”
“Okay,” I say sleepily. I look up and se
e that he is already dressed. “I’ll see you when you get back.” I turn over and he kisses me on the forehead before leaving. I stay, but there is no way I can go back to sleep now. I hear the front door fifteen minutes later and I know that Peyton has arrived. She finds me in my room and encourages me to get dressed and meet her in the kitchen.
Once I manage to drag my ass out of bed and meet her, she hands me a cup of coffee. We sit at the kitchen counter, trying to pass the time until Giselle arrives. “So, you’re going to stay at Gavin’s with Landon?”
“Yeah. It may have been a good idea to already be out by the time she came home, but that would have been cowardly.” I blow out a deep breath. My stomach is in knots. What is she going to say? Is Landon already talking to her on the ride home?
“Well hold your head up. I’m here for you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Face this head on and then go from there. It will all work out. You’ll see,” Peyton assures.
An hour later Giselle walks through the door and my hackles go up. Landon is right behind her carrying her luggage. He won’t look me in the eye. Something is wrong. Giselle squeals when she sees us and runs to hug us both. Okay, so clearly they haven’t had ‘the conversation’ yet.
“Oh.My.God. We have so much to talk about—so much catching up to do.” She squeals again. The sound is sickening because it is a reminder of the jolt to her reality that she is about to get. “Oh listen to me. Nevaeh, I know you have your own news, right?” Oh crap she is referring to me saying I was going to give Gavin my virginity. Great. They need to have that conversation quick. This is awkward.
Peyton comes to my rescue and changes the subject.
“So, how is everything with your grandfather? Is he all settled now?” Peyton pulls her to the couch to talk. Landon still won’t look at me.
