The Object of His Desire

by S. R. Watson

  “Landon, I—” He cuts me off with a kiss. His lips are soft and perfect. All of my doubts and hurt melt for this moment in time. He deepens the kiss and I run my fingers through his hair. If we could stay in this bubble, I’d be fine.

  “Give me some time baby. I promise to make this right.” I don’t tell him I had already came to that conclusion. Instead, I just nod and pull him in for another kiss. I need to feel him while I can. When he releases my lips this time, he stands and holds out his hand for me. “I will come by your room tonight, so look for me. My heart will be in the room with you until I get there,” he promises. I don’t know how I feel about him coming to me while he is still officially with her. We are definitely adding gasoline to the fire and someone is going to get burned. He slaps my ass to add some playfulness on our way back. I stick my tongue out at him.

  “You better stop it Thor,” I warn. He reaches for me before I can run.

  “Ooh and don’t think I forgot about that eye roll earlier sweetheart. I’m going to fuck the sass right out of you. I told you once I had you that I wasn’t letting you go again.”

  “Hmmm so you say. You can only hold on to two women for so long before one slips away. Who will it be? Tick Tock. The timer has started. I’ll give you some time, but just a little.” I kiss him on the cheek before I pull away.

  “Fair enough,” he agrees. We walk through the door together and Giselle is so apologetic.

  “I’m so sorry Nevaeh. I don’t know what came over me. It was just weird to hear another woman call my man Landon, when I don’t. I overreacted. I’m guessing the hormones are already making me crazy. Can you forgive me?”

  “Of course,” I say. “Thor already explained it when he found me. I just needed to get a breath of fresh air. I don’t like conflict,” I lie. I couldn’t tell her that she’s my problem. “I’m going to shower and call it a night,” I add.

  “Okay. That sounds like a good idea. I think I’ll do the same,” she says as she summons Landon to follow her to their room. Peyton follows me to the bathroom and watches as I start the shower.

  “So did you two get a chance to talk?”

  “Yes,” I say simply.

  “Well? What’s the plan? She gestures wildly with her hands, impatient for me to get to the point.

  “He asked what I would do in his shoes and it made me think. His feelings for me haven’t changed, but he wants to handle this as delicately as possible. I told him I would give him time to tell her, but not forever. I left him and he found someone else. I need to give him the time he needs to dissolve his current relationship in a non-douche way.” I take a cleansing breath before continuing. “I love him. We will get past this.”

  “I hope things work out the way you want them too. I think the longer he waits, the harder it will be. Other than that, I have no opinions. This is a unique situation and only the two of you can work through a solution. Just stay strong because this waiting game is going to be a roller coaster. I love you and I’m here if you need me.”

  “I know. Thank you Peyton.” She pats me on the back before leaving me alone to shower. I spend some extra time shaving and pampering my skin with lavender scented oils. When I exit the shower, my skin is soft and supple. Okay so I may be preparing myself to see Landon tonight. I can’t help it. My body already misses his. I need the affirmation.

  I’m just beginning to think that Landon may not show, but just past midnight I hear my door creak open. I pretend to be asleep for him making me wait. The bed dips on his side and I make sure that my breathing remains even although my heart is slamming against my chest. He pulls me into his embrace and kisses my forehead. “Wake up baby. I’m here.” The room is completely dark so I can’t see his face, but I can smell his natural scent. It’s my own personal aphrodisiac. His lips find mine in the dark and the tongue tango begins. He flips over to his back and mounts me on top of him.

  LANDON LIFTS MY T-SHIRT over my head and is surprised that I’m wearing nothing underneath. I know he can feel my bare pussy against his stomach. Wait until he sees just how bare I really am. I shaved myself completely bald down there. I had a landing strip before, but now it is all gone.

  “I see somebody was waiting for me,” he teases as he reaches up and massages my breasts. His hands travel slowly down my ribs until they rest around my waist. I reach behind me and free his cock from his boxers. “I can feel how wet your pussy is getting and it’s making my dick anxious to slide in.” He lifts me so he can peel off his boxers. He reaches down to rub me and I know the moment he discovers my surprise because he pauses.

  “You like it?” He feels my pussy in the dark, committing it to memory.

  “So smooth. Come here.” He lies flat and inches me toward his face. He licks my nub tentatively at first, but then he devours me. He alternates nibbling with licks and tonguing me deeply. I bite my lip to contain my whimpers, but I’m not doing a very good job. I grind my pussy on his face as he gives me the best eating to date. “Ride my fucking face,” he encourages. He reaches up and pinches my nipple. The pain and resulting pleasure has stars dancing behind my eyes as I come in his mouth. He doesn’t miss a drop as he licks me. Fuck that was epic. I will take that as his apology.

  “Your turn,” I offer. He shakes his head as he mounts me on his dick.

  “Tonight is about you baby.” He thrusts forward and I swear I can feel him in my stomach. His thick cock has me so full and I love it. I begin to wiggle my ass on him back and forth, relishing in what feels earth-shatteringly amazing. He grips my hips and begins a rhythm. Up, down, back and forth. I can’t focus. I feel so fucking light. My pussy is on fire and he is fucking me like I would imagine a porn star would. Every stroke is more confident than the last. Hard, fast, and deep is all I can feel. He keeps me guessing with the change up—never letting me get bored. As if I could. “Your pussy is my addiction sweetheart. You’re my drug. Don’t ever leave me,” he confesses.

  “I love you Landon.” He sits up and flips me over. I assume the doggy style position and he enters my pussy from behind. He grabs a fist full of my hair with one hand and my hip with the other. He plunges deep and I can’t help the whimper that escapes. I back my ass into him, meeting him with every stroke. His balls slapping against my ass is an erotic sound that echoes through the room. When he begins playing with my asshole, I know where he is going next. He uses the essence that is dripping down my leg to lubricate me.

  He pulls out of me and lines himself up with my ass. As he eases in, I push out as he has previously instructed. I can still feel the burn as he stretches me, but it’s not unbearable.

  “That’s right baby. Take all of me. Take what’s yours.” Once I’m fully seated to the hilt, the burning fades and nothing remains but pleasure. I bounce my ass on him and he grunts. His hands find their signature location in my hair and hip before he pounds that thick cock into me. Just as he said, I take all of him. We’re both lost in each other and this moment of ecstasy. He leans forward, never stopping his rhythm, and begins finger fucking me while he pounds me from the back. I feel so full. I don’t know how long I can hang on. “Are you ready to come baby? I need you to come with me.”

  I nod because speech eludes me at the moment. It’s all the confirmation he needs. He does that ‘come here’ finger trick he does and my fucking pussy explodes. I can’t help the scream that escapes me. “Laaaaannnndon!”

  “Fuuuucccck!” He growls as his orgasm over takes him. I can feel him twitching inside me as I milk every last drop of come from him. He collapses on top of me and rolls us both on our side.

  “Can you stay with me for a while?” I know that he can’t stay the night in my room, but I’m not ready for him to leave.

  “I’m here sweetheart. I’ll be right back.” He gets out of the bed and leaves the room. When he returns he has a washcloth in his hands. It was pretty bold of him to leave my room naked. What if Giselle would have caught him? He comes over and washes me gently before placing the towel on the
nightstand. He climbs back in bed with me and pulls me into his embrace. “Sleep baby.”

  “Okay.” I snuggle into him and it doesn’t take long for sleep to find me. That fucking he gave me has me completely spent.

  Sunlight filters through the sliver of space not covered by the black-out drapes. I’m not sure what time it is, but Landon’s side of the bed is empty. I knew it would be. I wonder what time he left. The coldness of the sheets gives a clue that he has been gone for some time. Last night was like a dream. I would have thought that I imagined it all if the soreness of my thighs and woman bits didn’t protest my every movement. Will I be deliciously sore like this every time? His big cock is pretty fucking amazing and definitely worth it. Things better work out between us because I’m sure no man can follow that act. To hell with wielding a football, the way he wields his cock is even more legendary. I giggle because now every time I hear someone call him Thor, I will think about why he really should be called that.

  I’m still naked underneath the sheets when Peyton comes in. She plops on the edge of my bed and gives me a knowing look. “You fucked him last night,” she accuses.

  “What?” I ask guiltily.

  “I heard you, you freaking whore.” She arches an eyebrow at me—daring me to deny it.

  “Well yes I did and it was fucktastic,” I say borrowing a word from Landon’s description of our sex. “God that man is truly the whole package,” I say fanning myself. If Peyton heard us, does that mean that Giselle did too?

  “Oh I bet. I heard the sex sounds and the scream. He was working your ass over pretty good. I wanted to pull out my own vibrator,” she confesses.

  “TMI Peyton. You can’t get off to my man fucking me,” I chortle.

  “Your man huh?” She is smiling from ear to ear.

  “You bet your ass he is,” I say. “He’s mine in every way that counts.” I get out of the bed and slide on my shorts and tank that are on the floor.

  “Uh, a little warning before giving me a nude show.” She covers her eyes jokingly. We’ve seen each other naked before.

  “Whatever. Let’s get some coffee. What time is it?” I don’t know where the hell my phone is at the moment.

  “It’s a little after nine. I was thinking we could get some breakfast and then head out for some shopping. Classes start tomorrow and I have a few supplies I still need to get.”

  “That sounds great. I actually forgot classes start tomorrow. I want to take a look at my schedule and walk to see where they are today so I’m not lost tomorrow.”

  “You forgot because you’ve been locked in your lusty fuck bubble with Landon,” she laughs. I don’t have a rebuttal because it’s true. We decide to have breakfast out so head to wash up and change out of the clothes I just put on. I put on a pair of jeans and a university t-shirt and throw my hair in a messy bun. I like to keep it simple. Peyton is sipping on a cup of coffee when I come out since she was already dressed. I’m guessing Giselle went to practice with Landon again. “Here is your phone. You left it on the counter. We can charge it on the way.” I grab the phone from her and we head out the door.

  A week has passed. I’m finally adjusting to this huge ass campus. Getting from point A to point B in the allotted time has finally been mastered. I had to find a short cut route between my creative writing and government class because that stretch seemed to be the hardest. I have three classes on Mondays and Wednesdays and only one on Thursdays. Today is my short day. I finish my statistics class and set out to find Peyton. I start at the sorority house because that is where she’d likely be. The girls have come to know me. When I enter, a small petite blonde by the name of Carlie points upstairs to let me know Peyton is in the room she has here.

  I find Peyton sitting on the edge of her bed with her earbuds in and flipping through one of her nursing books. I’m surprised to see she has a room to herself. Why in the hell does she pay for a room off campus if she has this room? It is freaking humongous. The decor is fitted in chocolate and mint green with various sorority monogrammed additions throughout the room.

  “Oh hey,” she says when she looks up and sees me. She pulls the earbuds out of ears.

  “Peyton, why do you pay Giselle rent when you clearly don’t need to?” I sit on the bed across from her.

  “I’m a legacy here. Both my mother and grandmother are alumni here and were a part of this sorority. The same goes for Giselle. She is the president and I am the vice president. We get first dibs on the rooms. It was Giselle’s idea to move off campus for more privacy, but she didn’t want to be alone.” Peyton begins packing up her books. “Shortly after, she invited Thor to move in with us. She knew he was tired of living in the dorms they have set aside for the football guys due to their immaturity and partying. She had a crush on him then and her main agenda for getting an apartment became clear.”

  “So basically she knew she couldn’t live with Landon in the sorority house so she got an apartment to set a plan in motion to get him under her roof.” Peyton nods in the affirmative. “Sneaky, sneaky.”

  “Giselle didn’t rest until she had her hooks in Landon. Once they became exclusive, it wasn’t long before she asked him to move into her room. Of course he was oblivious to the whole scheme. Men can be clueless sometimes, but who was I to say anything. She’s a gorgeous girl and he was clearly attracted to her so no harm done.” These little details shed a different light on little Miss. Giselle. It shows that she can be manipulative. It also shows that she goes after what she wants.

  “Does she still have a room here as well?”

  “Yeah. Although we both let the girls of this house use our rooms, we would never completely give them up. When things started rekindling between you and Landon, I knew it was time to start to make my way back. One to give you guys some alone time and two, in preparation for the fall out that was sure to follow.” I don’t like Peyton’s last rationale, but I’m glad that she has a place to go when all of this goes south.

  “So tomorrow is the fundraiser. Finally. I swear it seems like we have been planning forever.” She lets out an exasperated breath. “We’re having a Gala dinner with a silent auction. We’ve had some wonderful donations, from trips to dates with our fraternity brothers.”

  “Oh, that’s awesome. What does the money go to?”

  “Some of the money is put towards the upkeep of the house and the rest is put away in our philanthropy fund. We access this fund during the holidays for toys for the children and give to charities throughout the year.”

  I think that it is great that Peyton’s sorority gives back. It isn’t enough for me to join, but I applaud her. “We’re having a party Saturday night with our fraternity brothers to celebrate all of our hard work. You have to come,” she says, interrupting my thoughts.

  “Sure,” I agree without hesitation. She grabs a few clothes and we head out the door. We stop by the store on the way home so that she could get some grocery items. She plans on cooking tonight. It’s fine with me. I’m not in a rush to get home anyway. The evenings have been tough because I have to watch Landon and Giselle together. The affection appears one sided, but it still stings when I see her sit in his lap or bring him in for a kiss. During the day, we all separate for class. This time has become my reprieve. Landon is spending more time away from home—using an increase in football practice as his excuse. The season is in full swing now. I know he stays away more than he has to just to avoid his awkward situation at home. He only came to visit me after Giselle went to sleep one other time. My patience is growing thin.

  I’m trying to decide what I want to wear to this party. I want to be sexy not slutty, although I know that will be the theme. The women that attend these parties seem to want to show as much skin as possible. I’ve already bathed and washed my hair so at least its air drying while I make a decision. After what seems like an eternity of fuss, I decide on skinny jeans with holes at the knees, an off the shoulder, mid-drift university tee, and Chuck Taylors. Peyton comes in whistlin
g.

  “Look at you sexy. Understated, but still sexy as fuck,” she smiles as she circles me. She chose some cut off shorts and a sorority t-shirt cut to designer perfection. It shows her fancy bra, but I think that’s the point.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I wink. Her blonde hair is bone straight while mine has air dried into loose waves.

  “Come on. Let’s get to this party. We’re already fashionably late. Giselle and Landon have already left.” I freeze at the mention of his name. I didn’t think he would be going. I know he isn’t keen on the frat parties. My mind can’t help but revisit the last frat party we were at together. I brush it off and grab Peyton’s arm. She doesn’t miss my moment of hesitation, but she chooses to let it go.

  “I’m ready,” I assure her.

  When we arrive shortly after ten, the party is in full swing. The party is at the frat house since their place is bigger. People line the walls, already hammered. A thick cloud of smoke fills the air while the music thumps beneath your feet. Arctic Monkeys’ “Do I Wanna Know” plays so loudly, normal conversation is nearly impossible. Peyton wastes no time in getting us some drinks. We do a few shots of tequila with some of the girls that had been waiting for her to arrive. After about thirty minutes, we get separated as she makes her rounds. One of the frat guys, Josh, I think, gives me a cup of his version of a Long Island Iced Tea. After an hour passes, I can say that I’m definitely feeling the alcohol. I’m nursing my second Long Island when I spot Landon and Giselle on the dance floor. She is grinding on him and his hands are on her ass. Motherfucker.

  I FEEL A TWINGE of betrayal and I’m livid. Is this how he’s been with her all along out in public, away from my presence? Is this why he hasn’t been back to my bed past that second night? Oh. My. God. He is still fucking her. She leans in for a kiss, but he dodges it. He moves her hair to the side and whispers in her ear and she giggles. He is probably telling her what he plans to do to her later. Brett Smith’s “Sexual Hallucination” begins to play, effectively changing the mood to seductive and sexual. My heart squeezes at scene before me. Vengeance flows throw my blood, mixing with the alcohol that fuels my next move. I scan the room quickly and find the sexiest guy I can find. I pull him on the dance floor right behind the offending couple. This guy is about six feet four of pure sex appeal. His plaid button down shirt hugs his muscular frame like a glove. I won’t even start on the jeans. His hair is shoulder length and dirty blond. He flips it to one side to get a better look at me. His blue eyes drink me in and a smile lights his face. Landon hasn’t taken notice yet, but he will.