by S. R. Watson
I push my ass out further to give him better access. He continues his assault on my clit as he takes turns nibbling and sucking on it. He slides in one and then two fingers to work me over while his talented tongue swirls and drives me into a frenzy. My hips are wiggling as I push back to fuck his face. He gives me a couple more slaps across my ass and the sting makes me even wetter. “Please Landon. I need your thick cock!” I pant.
“Fuck, that is such a turn on. I love those filthy words coming from your sweet mouth.” I don’t have to ask twice. He slams into me and I grip the sheet to hold on. Each thrust is harder than the last. He knows I like it rough. He slams into me over and over again and I feel that familiar tightness low in my belly. We’re in sync as I meet him stroke for stroke. He grabs me by the hair and I squirt all around his cock. He doesn’t stop. He drives into me faster and deeper as I clench around him. Another orgasm rolls into the first one and stars begin to dance behind my eyes. He pulls out and flip me on my back. Holy shit, his man handling is hot as fuck. I watch as his muscles flex as he kneels and bring my legs over his shoulders.
“This pussy is mine. Today I will not hold back. You are going to get everything that I am sweetheart,” he declares. His first thrust from this position has me wincing. He is so fucking huge. But I’m greedy. I want all that he is offering me. I relax my muscles and watch in awe as this sexy fucking man claims every inch of my pussy—every reachable depth. His forearm muscles flex and his neck strains with each stroke. I watch as sweat forms on his chest and six pack abs. The visual before me is enough to make me come—so strong and virile. He deepens his thrusts even more and I can’t hold on any longer. My hips buck off the bed as I come again and again.
He looks down at me with a devious smile that shatters my world. He winks at me before he slows his tempo way down. Holy fuck! This man has stamina. He moves my legs to wrap around his waist and continues his leisurely slow grind that works to build me up all over again. He grips one of my hips as he angles his hips to go deeper. He is inches from my lips, breathing me in. His scent is intoxicating. I’m so fucking dizzy with lust, I can’t stand it. The sexy words of encouragement have ceased, but they are so not needed. He is so finely tuned with what my body wants. He knows when to give it to me rough and dirty or when to switch to slow and sweet—like now. He licks the seam of my lips and it is so damn erotic.
I open for him as his tongue joins mine in a lustful tango. I grab the top of his hair where he has a little more length and deepen the kiss. Landon kisses like he fucks—passionate and unforgettable. I bet I can come from his kisses alone. Our bodies move in sync as he makes love to me. The distinction is apparent—he’s giving me every facet of him. I whimper and writhe in his arms. Once again a fire is ignited below from my impending orgasm.
“I got you,” he whispers. “Let go.” He angles his hips in one of his many signature moves, reaching new depths. I grip his hair tighter as I allow myself to fall over the edge into orgasmic bliss. My legs tremble uncontrollably as my orgasm rolls on and on. Landon never stops his slow thrusts in and out of my body. I’ve lost how many earth-shattering orgasms he’s given me.
“I want you to come baby,” I urge. His wicked smile is back as he shakes his head.
“I will sweetheart. Right now, I’m making up for all those nights I missed. All those nights I should have been with you.” Damn. What do you say to that? I think I just fell a little harder for him. He slides out of me and stands on the side of the bed. He reaches for my hand and I’m confused. I stand to join him and in a split second, I’m in the air and mounted back on his dick.
He walks us over to the closed bedroom door and positions my back against it. He lifts both of my hands and holds them in place over my head with one of his hands. “Hold on baby,” he warns. He grips my ass to hold me up with his other hand and begins slamming into me. Holy. Fucking. Shit. His dick should totally come with a warning label: Talented cock—will fuck you into oblivion! I bounce up and down on his thick cock. He watches my tits with rapt attention as they bounce in time to his rhythm. I clench around him, greedy for every stroke. He quirks an eyebrow at this and I feel myself growing even wetter. To say he has been holding back his talents is an understatement. He has me pinned against this door while his sweaty body penetrates mine and there is nowhere else I’d rather be. The brazen woman within decides she wants a little more control too.
“Pull my hair Landon. Show me who’s fucking boss,” I pant. I know he likes to hear filth come from my mouth, so I give him that. And just like that, his control snaps. He lets go of my hands and wraps my hair around his fist. He gives a tug, but not too painful.
“Is this what you want Heaven? You want it rougher baby?” I’m not oblivious to the increase in tempo of his thrusts. He is so damn turned on right now, but I need him even more out of control.
“Yes. Fuck me Landon. I want your thick cock as deep as it will go,” I plead. That did it.
“Fuck!” he growls. His strokes become punishing and unapologetic. I feel my own tingling starting to build as he gets closer to his own release. He suddenly lets go of my hair and begins kissing me slowly as he empties himself inside me. It is enough to send me over the edge with him. We just hold on to each other as our orgasms roll together as one. “I love you Landon,” I whisper next to his ear.
“And I . . . you Heaven,” he whispers back. I can’t describe this emotional vortex we’re currently in, but I feel it all around us. Gavin’s master bath is attached to his bedroom so we don’t have to leave the room. Landon walks to start the shower with me still attached to him. He steps inside and I reluctantly let him go. He washes my hair and then tenderly washes me everywhere. It’s some manly shit I don’t bother to get the name of, but I don’t care. I wash him with the same intimacy he showed me. He steps out to dry off first before holding out the towel for me. He caresses me gently with the towel as he makes sure to get every spot. He folds a towel and places it on the side of the tub before he gestures for me to take a seat. He then plugs in the hair dryer. He grabs a vent brush from the side drawer and begins removing the tangles from my hair. He is careful to start at the ends and works his way to the root.
How is he so good at this? Did he do this for Giselle? I want to ask because I’m too nosey for my own good, but I don’t want to ruin the moment.
“I see your mind working overtime sweetheart. No, I’ve never done this for another woman before. You bring this man out of me,” he says as he switches the dryer on.
“What man is that?” I can’t help but ask.
“The man that would move Heaven and earth to make his woman happy,” he winks. “I already move Heaven earlier,” he grins. I can’t help but laugh because he definitely did that . . . earth too, if I’m being completely honest.
“Are you trying to make me fall deeper in love with you?” I joke.
“I hope so,” he says as he continues to dry my hair. This act is even more intimate than our shower together and him washing my hair. I feel completely pampered. When he is done he brings me to Gavin’s bed. Too late to think about if he’s had any women in here.
“I hope those sheets were clean,” I joke. Landon is quick to respond.
“Oh they are. I had Gavin get this room ready for you at daybreak. I knew once I found you, I would bring you here. Nothing was going to stop me from finding you.” Sadness creeps across his beautiful features.
“Pretty foregone conclusion huh?” I joke to bring him back from the place his mind just went to.
“You bet your sweet ass baby.” He lightly smacks my ass for emphasis.
I CRAWL INTO THE bed and then I remember he said that Gavin’s other room is an office. Where will he sleep? “Landon? Where is Gavin supposed to sleep? I don’t want to put anyone out. I can take the couch,” I offer.
“Absolutely not,” he replies appalled. “I already discussed this with him beforehand. We will be here for a week at most. This is a temporary solution until I can lease us an apartment,”
he assures me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thrilled about moving in together. Just us. “Gavin will stay with Michael until then. Get some rest baby.” He crawls in behind me and pulls the cover over us. I’m half asleep when Landon speaks up.
“Nevaeh?” he uses my given name when he is being serious.
“Umm Hmm,” I murmur.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again. Okay?” I know what he is referring to. Last night I was careless and hurt and should have never ventured off alone like that without a phone or money. It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.
“I’m sorry I worried you and I promise.” He answers me by pulling me closer to him. His snuggles are the best. Everything really. I allow myself to find comfort in his embrace. I know the shit storm is on its way and Peyton is going to give me a serious tongue lashing so I will get it from both ends. For now I will relish in the love of my man.
I wake several hours later and I’m alone. Where did Landon go? Crazy enough, my mind doesn’t automatically assume the worst. I grab the white terrycloth robe I saw hanging on the hook in the bathroom earlier and venture into the kitchen. I’m looking through the pantry trying to find something to eat when I hear the door open. I freeze guiltily. I’m going through someone else’s stuff. Landon rounds the corner and smiles. He raises the takeout bags he has in his hands.
“Are you hungry baby?” I nod and he laughs. “Sorry, I should have made you breakfast this morning. I’m afraid I was too busy devouring you for breakfast. Forgive me,” he says as he plants a chaste kiss to my forehead.
“Oh, food was the farthest thing from my mind,” I giggle. “What did you get?”
“Sushi. I got various rolls as well as chicken tempura.” He begins to unpack it all and organize it on the coffee table in front the huge ass TV. “I brought some of your things too,” he says gesturing toward the duffel bag he placed by the door. That means he had to go by the apartment. Was she there? I shake the thought from my head and join him on the couch. I curl my legs under me as he flips through the channels.
“Thank you for all of this,” I say. “It looks amazing.” He just gives me his megawatt smile and motions for me to open my mouth.
I take a bite of his California roll and he finishes the rest of it.
“What do you want to watch? No Lifetime drama please,” he says quickly realizing his mistake. I laugh out loud.
“It doesn’t matter Landon. You can put it on whatever. As long as I have you here with me, I’m good.” He winks with approval. He settles on some home improvement show. We feed each other until we are both stuffed. We are both content until loud banging at the front door makes me jump. Landon’s head lowers as he shakes his head.
“Thor open the fucking door!” Giselle screams from the other side. “You can’t run from me—from us. How can you do this to me?” she screams louder. Landon motions for me to go to the bedroom. Fuck that. Not without him.
“I’m not going into the room to hide Landon,” I huff. “Leave her crazy demonic ass out there.”
“I can’t. I don’t want to cause problems for Gavin with his neighbors, but I need you safe,” he pleads.
“What the hell do you think she’s going to do to me? She’s pregnant for fuck’s sake.”
“That’s just it. I don’t want her to try to provoke you. She knows that you can’t touch her.” He gets up and begins to pace as the banging gets louder.
“Open the door Landon, but I’m not running. Let’s face this shit head on. She needs to see her new reality.” He growls his frustration, but opens the door.
She tries to barge her way in, but he stops her at the door. “Don’t do this Giselle. You’re embarrassing yourself.” I hate to see his hands on her in any form. I know he is simply restraining her, but I don’t like it.
“It’s that whore’s fault. She fucking left you . . . you told me so. Do you remember how you went on and on how some girl back home obliterated your fucking heart and how you didn’t know if you could give your heart to another? Only to find out, this is the bitch you were talking about. How can you give her a second chance to hurt you again when all I’ve done is love you?” I hate the anguish I see on his face. I hate her more for taking him back to such a horrible time.
“Giselle you don’t know all the—”
“Shut up you boyfriend stealing whore,” she yells, cutting me off. “You knew the moment you laid eyes on him he was the man from your past. Oh. My. God. That is why you felt so comfortable calling him Landon. You befriended me knowing you were waiting to fuck my man. Was Peyton in on this? Was the plan to get you here so you could get him back?”
“Giselle, Peyton had no knowledge of my history with Nevaeh. The connection was never made because Peyton told her that her roommates’ names were Giselle and Thor. I didn’t make the connection because Peyton said her friend from Houston was moving in with us. I only knew of a Nevaeh from Colorado. Nobody set out to deceive you, it’s how things came to be,” Landon tries to reason with her.
“I don’t care what your intent was Thor. You both should have been upfront from day one. You were so at each other’s throats and I couldn’t figure it out.” Giselle wipes her tears with her shirt sleeve, but more tears fall in their place.
“I agree Giselle. And for that I’m sorry.” I can’t help but feel sorry for her. She looks so heartbroken. I’ve never seen her not well put together. “I know it doesn’t help, but we really tried to fight our attraction.”
“Yeah, by fucking the minute I left. Nice try, slut. Admit it. Deep down you wanted him back. You were just waiting for the opportunity to present itself. Me leaving to help my mother was your fucking opportunity.” I can’t argue with her. I know that wasn’t my intent at all, but I can see how shitty things look from her perspective. This is what Landon was trying to avoid and why he felt so torn. We may not have been able to fight the inevitable, but we both omitted our past from day one, which is still a lie. We complicated things further when we became involved before he dissolved his relationship with her. She has every reason to be pissed.
“Giselle, I apologize deeply for how things turned out and how I went about them. You deserved better than the deception you were given. I’d never thought I’d be this man, but I can’t change things nor can I change the love I have for Nevaeh.” He continues to hold her in a bear hug so she doesn’t attack me and it makes my stomach roll.
“It will take some time and I’m not asking for your forgiveness today, but I want to be there for my child. I want to have a healthy relationship with you as my child’s mother, but that will be the extent of it. Nevaeh is my future and always has been. I don’t think it was a mistake that we found our way back to each other. She has and always will be my destiny.” She collapses somewhat in his arms as sobs wrack her body. “I love you as the mother of my unborn child, but I’m madly, unequivocally, in love with my Heaven.” That did it. The truth of his words hits her hard and he has to hold her up. She’s stricken with immeasurable heartache. I was just there. I know how she feels.
“How could you Landon?” Her voice is hoarse from her screaming.
“I’m going to take her home,” Landon tells me. “I don’t want her driving in this condition.” I don’t like it, but I understand. He holds her up as they walk out of the door. I can hear her sobs echo down the corridor. That is one of the most gut wrenching scenes I’ve ever seen. It makes me sick with guilt to know that I had a hand in that. I hope when Landon learns my secret he won’t regret putting her through that. I hope he doesn’t run. This was monumental for us both. He chose me so I need to be honest with him. I need to come clean about my reasons for really breaking up with him that day.
My biggest fear is that he will see me as the dirty whore that Giselle just accused me of being. My skeletons dance in my closet—haunting the new life I so badly want to build with Landon. I need to call Peyton. After the ass chewing, she can advise me on how to proceed with disclosing my secret to Landon. He t
ook the first step toward building something with me. Every step from here on out has to be honest and forthcoming. We can’t build a foundation on a lie. Damn, I’m so fucking scared of how he will react. I call Peyton and she gives me the third degree for thirty minutes before we can even delve into any other conversation. I finally tell her about everything that just happened with Giselle.
“Holy shit,” she replies. “That is seriously fucked up. She isn’t talking to me, but I figured as much. I packed up both of our shit and brought it all to the sorority house you whore.” I know she is only joking, but I still flinch at the word whore.
“Thank you for getting my stuff. No telling what she would have done to it.”
“Yeah no shit. I have your phone too, but you would have known that if you would have called me yourself instead of getting your man to do it. I won’t get into that again,” she huffs. “Anyway, the sorority house is divided. Some of the girls are taking her side, but they dare not say shit to me because of my position. I knew things would play out this way.”
“I’m so sorry Peyton. I hate that I’m the blame for this shit storm.” Tears of remorse sting behind my eyes. My mother would be so proud of me right now.
“Don’t fret. You didn’t play this hand alone babe. Landon played a part and so did I. I was your enabler, but what can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic that is a sucker for true love. You and Landon have that in spades.” Her words are somewhat comforting, but I still feel bad for Giselle. I trust Landon implicitly so I’m not concerned about him being with her right now. He proved that to me tonight. I just hope when all the lies come out in the open, I will still be the object of his desire.
My alarm shrills in the distance for my Monday morning class. Peyton dropped it off to me last night when she came over to give me more moral support. Funny, the other side of the bed is still empty. I pick up my phone and check my messages.
Landon (1:00am): Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to wake you. I’m still here with Giselle. I can’t leave because she is not in a stable place. I will explain when I see you. Please don’t worry. I LOVE YOU.
