by Ash, Nikki
“Does it taste good?” Landon asks. His breathing is heavy and he’s barely even blinking. Knowing I’m doing that to him makes me feel sexy and powerful.
“It tastes bitter,” I say honestly.
“No.” Landon shakes his head. “I bet it tastes perfect. Bring your fingers back to your pussy and find your clit.” He shifts in what appears to be his bed and I wonder if he’s touching himself.
“Let me see you,” I say. Without having to explain what I mean, he flips the camera on his phone. On the screen is his rock-hard dick in his hand. He’s stroking it slowly up and down, and I wish he were here so I could taste him. Pretending isn’t enough.
“You should come over,” I say, my voice breathless like I’ve run a mile. “Please.”
“Not tonight.” Landon chuckles. “Are you massaging your clit?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Keep rubbing on it. If I were there, I would lick up your slit. Then bite on your clit. I bet it’s swollen, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my finger working my sensitive nub over.
“If I were there, I would push two fingers into your tight cunt,” Landon says, continuing to stroke his dick. His fist is tight, and the head is swollen with a bead of pre-cum dripping out.
“If I were there, I would lick that cum from the tip,” I tell him.
“Fuck, yes, you would.” He groans, his fist tightening harder around his shaft. “Keeping going, baby.”
“Landon, I’m so close.” I feel my orgasm creeping up on me.
“Come for me, Harp. Let me see you come all over your fucking fingers.”
His words are my tipping point, and with a couple more swipes to my clit, I detonate. My legs tremble, and my pussy contracts as I come, moaning out my release.
“Fuck.” Landon groans. His strokes turn frenzied, and a few seconds later, spurts of white cum are covering his hand and stomach.
We’re both quiet for a long moment and then Landon’s face appears, so I flip my camera so mine does as well. “That was fucking hot,” Landon says with a half-smirk. “When do I get to see you so we can do that in person?”
“Richard is taking the kids tomorrow.” If he actually stays true to his word.
“How about I pick you up at seven?” he suggests.
“Or we can order in…”
Landon laughs. “I’m taking you to dinner.”
“Fine.” I huff. “Dinner first, then dessert back at my place.”
Landon: On my way
I send him a text back that I’m ready and then take one last look in the mirror. I’m wearing a blood-red off-the-shoulder dress that hugs my curves in all the right places. The dress stops several inches above the knee and is paired with my black four-inch peep-toe heels. It’s probably the sexiest outfit I’ve worn in years. I bought it shortly after Richard and I divorced, when I was going through a ‘I’m single and starting over’ phase. Of course I never had any reason to actually wear it. But now I do. My hair is down in soft waves, and my makeup is on point. Not too much, but enough to make my green eyes pop and my cheeks look naturally flushed. I’m also wearing red lipstick instead of my usual lip gloss.
I grab my clutch and throw my phone into it, then head out to the living room to wait for Landon. I’m not sure where he’s taking us tonight, but I’m excited to finally be going on our first date.
There’s a knock on the door. I open it to find Landon holding a beautiful bouquet of roses, dressed to the nines in a suit that looks as if it were tailored for his body. His gaze begins on my face, then slowly his eyes rake down my body, taking in every inch of me. When his eyes meet mine again, he frowns and I worry I don’t look as good as I thought.
“What?” I ask, glancing down at myself.
“You look fucking stunning,” Landon says.
My eyes shoot back up to meet his. “Then why are you frowning?”
“Because I had all these plans for us tonight and now I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel them all and take you straight to bed, because there’s no way I’m going to make it through tonight with you by my side looking the way you do.”
“Landon!” I laugh at how cheesy and sweet he is.
I grab the roses from him and start to walk away toward the kitchen to put them in a vase, when he grabs my arm and pulls me backward into his chest. One hand grips my hip and the other pushes my hair to the side. “I mean it, Harp. You look gorgeous.” He presses a kiss to my neck and then inhales my scent. “And smell delicious.” He runs his nose along my flesh. “I’m torn between wanting to fuck you with the dress on and wanting to rip it off to see what’s underneath.”
I grin at his words. “How about you do both?”
Landon growls and spins me around, pushing me against the living room wall. The bouquet of roses hits the ground as his hands glide up my thighs and under my dress, pushing the material up to my waist. He wastes no time undoing his belt and pulling his dick out of his pants.
His mouth crashes against mine as he lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist, and he pushes my thong to the side, entering me in one fluid motion. We both moan as he fills me to the hilt.
As he takes me against the wall, I wonder how I lived all these years without his touch, his love, without him. And it’s then, as he grips my ass and kisses me passionately, I realize I wasn’t living, but merely surviving. I was going through the motions, focusing on my children. But I was dead inside, and it was Landon’s touch, his love, that brought me back to life.
Every thrust into me is deep and sensual, perfect. And before I know it, we’re both finding our release.
Landon stills inside me, and his eyes meet mine. He shakes his head, like he’s shocked at what we just did. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to wine and dine you, remember?”
“Yeah, but if I recall, I did tell you I prefer my dessert first.” I wink and Landon laughs.
After we get cleaned up, and I reapply my lipstick and fix my hair so it doesn’t look like I was just fucked against a wall, I put the roses in a vase and fill them with water, and then we take off.
The conversation during the drive is nice and relaxed. I realize quickly we’re heading out of town and into the city. About fifteen minutes later, we arrive at The Providence Art Museum.
“Landon.” I gasp. “Are you serious right now?”
I mentioned to him briefly the other day I was dying to see an exhibit here but couldn’t seem to find the time. So, of course he made it happen.
“We better get in there,” he says. “A sexy little minx in a red dress distracted me and now we’re late.”
We spend the next couple hours checking out the exhibit. The different paintings give me such inspiration I find myself jotting down ideas for lessons. When I explain each one to Landon, he gives me his input. It feels good to have someone to talk to, to bounce ideas off of.
Once we’ve seen everything at least once, we head to dinner. We end up at a quiet, hole-in-the-wall Greek restaurant. We spend dinner talking about this weekend, and when he mentions getting the tickets to the game, I insist he take the boys. There’s no way Ella will want to go, and baseball bores me to death. Hunter will love having Landon’s attention.
After dinner, instead of going back to my place, Landon suggests we head to his for a change of scenery, where I spent the rest of the night enjoying my second and third and fourth helping of the best tasting dessert: Landon.
Twenty-Four
Landon
“Show me! Show me!” Ella jumps up and down as I open the paint can so she can see the pink she’s asked me to pick up to paint her balance beam with. It’s Saturday and we’re spending the day building the balance beam and then painting it. Harper also mentioned barbequing this afternoon and having Bridget, Simon, and their kids over to go swimming since it’s hot as hell outside and she has a pool. Figuring it would be the perfect setup for my brother and his family to officially meet Harper and her kids, I asked if it w
ould be cool if I invite them over. Of course she said the more, the merrier.
“You know we have to build the balance beam before you can paint it, right?” I remind Ella, who’s still jumping up and down excitedly.
“I know! I know!” she exclaims.
“Okay, you ready?”
She nods.
“And here it is, Jo Jo pink.” I lift the lid off the can and Ella squeals in excitement.
“It’s sparkly too!” She claps her hands.
“Yep. I had them add some glitter to the paint.” When she dragged me into her room last night to show me exactly what Jo Jo pink was, I swear my eyes almost bled from all the pink in her room. The walls, the bedding, the shaggy rug. Pink. Pink. Pink. And on top of that, almost everything was sparkly, like a huge bottle of glitter threw up all over her stuff. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. Apparently Jo Jo is some popular actress or singer or whatever, who wears these ridiculously large pink bows. Ella insisted her balance beam has to be the same color, so I took one of the bows and brought it to the paint store so they could replicate the exact shade of pink she wanted, and then asked them to mix some glitter into it. Based on how loud she’s shrieking and squealing, I’d say they nailed it.
“Hunter, look!” Ella points to the paint.
Hunter cringes but quickly throws up a fake smile. “Wow, El. That’s… pink… and sparkly.”
I stifle a laugh at his false excitement. He might have some issues with his dad and need an attitude adjustment like most teenagers do, but he’s a damn good brother to Ella.
“When can we paint?” Ella asks, her eyes wide and hopeful.
“I told you we have to build it first,” I gently remind her again.
She nods, but I’m beginning to think she doesn’t exactly get it.
After dragging all the wood and materials into the backyard, we get started on the balance beam. After about ten minutes, Ella complains of being hot and sits down to observe Hunter and me doing all the work. Harper is getting the food ready for the barbeque later, but every now and then she’ll bring us out some cold waters to drink.
“Do you need any help?” Harper asks as I hand her back my empty glass.
“Mom, you would probably nail your finger to the wood,” Hunter says before I can answer. I chuckle, and Harper glares, smacking me on my chest. Momentarily forgetting we’re in front of the kids, I grip her hip and pull her toward me for a chaste kiss.
When she walks away, Ella says, “You kissed my mom again.”
Shit, I need to remember there are eyes on us all the time.
“That’s because they’re boyfriend and girlfriend, El,” Hunter says, hammering a nail into the wood. “Remember Mom talked to us about it?”
“Yeah,” she says. When Harper and I went out to dinner Wednesday night, she mentioned she was going to tell the kids we were dating, so if they do see us holding hands or kissing they would understand. She doesn’t want them to think we’re trying to hide what’s happening between us.
“Are you okay with your mom and me kissing?” I’m not sure if that’s the right thing to ask, but for some reason I feel like I need to hear it from them that they’re okay with their mom and me being together.
“Yeah, it’s cool.” Hunter nods, not stopping what he’s doing.
“Are you going to marry my mom?” Ella asks, instead of answering my question. Her question throws me off and I damn near drill the screw right through the wood.
“Umm…”
“Because if you do, can I be there?” she asks.
I glance up at her anxious face and wish Harper were here right now. I remember Harper mentioned Richie hid several of his engagements from the kids and even got married to one woman without them being there, and it really hurt Ella. Fucking dick, he’s always been so selfish. This must be why she’s asking.
Stopping what I’m doing, I walk over and sit next to Ella, so she has my attention. “Would it be okay with you if I married your mom?”
Ella smiles and nods. “Yes, but you have to buy her a pretty ring because the one Daddy gave her she didn’t like.” She scrunches her adorable nose up in disgust, and I choke on my laughter. “She told Bridget it was ugly.”
I try to stop myself from laughing, but I can’t help it. It might sound immature as fuck, but it pleases me to no end that Harper hated the ring Richie got for her.
“All right, pretty ring. Anything else?”
“I want to be the flower girl,” she says. “And I want to wear pink.”
I probably shouldn’t agree to any of this since Harper and I are nowhere near getting engaged, let alone planning a wedding, but when Ella gives me those damn puppy dog eyes that are identical to her mother’s, I can’t help but agree to whatever she wants.
“What about you, Hunter? How would you feel if one day I married your mom?”
Hunter stops what he’s doing and looks up at me with a serious expression on his face. “Just as long as you don’t make her cry like my dad did.”
Fuck, kids really do see and hear everything. I wonder if Harper knows her son is aware of her crying, and then I think maybe it’s best if she doesn’t. She’ll only beat herself up for it. Harper is an amazing mom and would never purposely let them see or hear her crying knowing it would hurt them.
“I can promise you I will do everything in my power to make sure your mom never cries again, at least not because of me, but sometimes things happen and adults make mistakes, so I don’t want to tell you she’ll never cry and then if she does, you think I lied to you.”
Hunter nods once. “I get that. I just don’t want to see her get hurt again.”
“She’s really lucky to have you two looking out for her,” I tell them both. “I will do my best to make sure she’s not hurt again.”
“Okay,” Hunter says. “Then you can marry her.”
“Cool. And how about you?” I ask with a smirk. “You want to be a flower boy and wear pink?”
Hunter groans. “Not happening.”
He goes back to nailing the piece of wood, and I do the same, but the rest of the time we’re working on the balance beam, the thought of having their approval runs through my head. I didn’t plan for that conversation to take place, but now that it has, my mind is reeling with the possibility of one day asking Harper for her hand in marriage and the four of us becoming a family.
“Is it done yet?” Ella asks for the hundredth time since we’ve finished painting the balance beam. Everyone laughs as I get out of the pool and walk over to the balance beam to check to see if it’s dry yet. I already know it’s not, but the last time I told her it wasn’t without checking, she hit me with a stink eye and asked how I knew.
“Nope,” I tell her, showing her the pink on my fingertip.
“Okay,” she says with a pout before running back to the pool to join Kaelyn. My brother, Heather, and Kaelyn showed up about an hour ago and just as I suspected, Kaelyn and Ella hit it off immediately.
Instead of returning to the pool, I walk over to Harper, who’s chatting with Bridget and Heather. I step behind her and lean down to kiss the side of her neck. She jumps slightly then tips her head back. Lifting her arms, she pulls my face back down and gives me an upside down kiss that quickly heats up.
“Mom!” Hunter yells, forcing us to pull away. “Can we have a snack?”
“Sure!” Harper yells back. “I’ll go get some.”
She stands and takes my hand in hers, pulling me into the house as Bridget yells, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one goes inside.”
Once the door is closed behind us, I push her against the wall and ravage her mouth. Her warm tongue pushes into my mouth as my hands reach up and massage her perfect tits. I can’t get enough of this woman. Every minute I spend with her is never enough. As we make out like horny teenagers, I think about the conversation I had with her kids. It’s probably too soon, but I want to marry this woman. I want my ring on her finger. I want to wake up with her next
to me every morning and go to bed with her every night. We lost over twelve years, and I don’t want lose another one.
“What’s on your mind?” she asks, pulling back and looking into my eyes.
“Just thinking about how much I want you.”
“Maybe you can spend the night,” she says, her expression a mixture of nervousness and shyness.
“No.” I shake my head. “The kids deserve better than that.”
Her smile fades, but she nods in agreement. I hate that I’ve upset her, but we’ve talked about this. I don’t want the kids getting confused. Hunter looks up to me and I don’t want him to think it’s okay to be with a woman without committing to her. I know it’s not that black and white, but he’s at a weird age where he’s old enough to see what we’re doing but too young to fully get it. And Ella is still so young. When I spend the night while they’re home, I want it to be because I’m officially part of their family. Because Harper and I have said vows, promising to love each other for the rest of our lives.
Harper steps around me and goes to the fridge. She bends down and pulls a bunch of freeze pops from the freezer drawer, setting them on the counter. She’s wearing a one-piece swimsuit, but it still shows all her assets, including her plump peach ass. After closing the drawer, she pulls the refrigerator door open.
Unable to help myself, I come up behind her, and grabbing one of the freeze pops she set on the counter, run it up the side of her leg.
“Landon!” she shrieks, jumping in shock from the freezing cold treat touching her. She slams the fridge closed and turns around.
“You were looking kind of hot,” I say with a shrug. “I thought you could use a good cool-down.” Stepping closer, I grip her hair that’s in a messy bun and tilt her head to the side. I run my tongue along the curve of her slim neck as I run the freeze pop up the inside of her thigh.
“Landon,” she breathes as I slip the frozen treat inside her bathing suit and rub it along her pussy lips. “The kids might…”
“I heard Bridget say she’ll keep them out.”
