He rips at his tie, undoing the bow with a haste that rattles my bones. His fingers start popping shirt buttons while I unfasten his belt. Within a few beats, he’s left in just a pair of black boxer briefs. The shorts cling to his jutting length, giving me a thick preview.
I’d been right about his clothes hiding a toned physique. Landon’s body is sculpted and cut, but not overly bulky like a gym rat. The deep grooves of muscle in his abs drifts down to make a sinful shape between his hips. A very happy trail leads to the only place left hidden from view. I want to trace that point with my tongue. My mouth waters at the idea. Maybe I will. Later.
His thumbs dip into the elastic at his waist, giving a snap for added impact. Then Landon shucks his boxers down with a shove.
“Oh,” I gasp. “Is that all for me?”
He gestures to his cock, which is giving me a standing ovation. “You’re welcome.”
“It’s so generous of you to share.” I grip his arousal in a tight fist, rolling my wrist to slide down the engorged shaft. His girth twitches in my grasp, all but begging for relief. The tip is almost purple and looks pained. I bite my lip, setting a steady pace.
He lets me jack him with slow strokes for all of thirty seconds. His palm rests over mine, squeezing our joined hands over his dick. “Get on the bed.”
I glare at him, his command an abrasive scratch on my flesh. “Only if I want to. The bossy attitude isn’t foreplay for me.”
“You’ll enjoy giving me control in this.” The promise booms across the otherwise quiet room.
“Doubtful.” But I take a tentative step.
“How about we take turns, and I go first?” His hands flex at his sides, empty and perhaps not wanting to be.
That macho attitude isn’t the least bit shocking. “But I get to come first.”
Landon’s chuckle is more gritty than his plans for me. “Always. You’ll never have to worry about me leaving you hanging.”
I ditch my thong with a quick shimmy and hop onto the silk comforter. “Saddle up, big boy.”
He takes a moment to dig out a condom and roll the rubber on. Then he’s crawling onto the mattress to cover my body with his. With a delicate finger, he sweeps some stray hair from my forehead. “You’re beautiful, Savannah.”
I’m not sure what I was expecting from Landon in regard to sex, but sweet nothings and slow motions definitely weren’t on the list. To tip the scale in a more comfortable favor, I pepper kisses along the short stubble dusting his jaw. “And you don’t need to score more brownie points. I’m already naked.”
A devilish glint sweeps through his gaze. “That you are.”
Then he enters me with a punishing thrust. No warning beyond the windup in his hips. Landon plunges in, slamming to the hilt without pause. My muscles burn at the abrupt intrusion and I clench around him. That dry spell wasn’t a joke, leaving me rather shocked by his sizeable invasion. I slap a palm to his broad back, digging my nails in. Lucky for him, I was already slick and ready to wrestle. Otherwise, this asshole would be getting a tongue lashing for that stunt.
“Holy shit,” I wheeze.
He nips at me, alternating between pecks and nibbles down my throat. “Yeah, sugar. Take it all in one go.”
I shift underneath him to alleviate the sting in my core. “I should’ve known you’d be a dick in the sack.”
He grinds into me, swiveling his pelvis better than a rock star. My eyelids flutter while warmth spreads from tit to toe. His laughter is mocking. “Not complaining now.”
“Fucker.” The curse would be more believable if it didn’t come out as a moan.
“With pleasure.” Landon pulls out and slams back in, repeating the cycle until I’m dizzy and breathless. All I can do is hitch my legs around him and hold on.
He clamps his jaw shut while picking up speed. The bed creaks from the blasting momentum. My heart is punching a staccato beat as he pistons deeper. The stretch at my opening aches, but the pinch only elevates the blistering warmth. His usual finesse and frosty indifference melts away as he begins to really move. Each powerful glide steals more composure until his eyes shimmer with pure lust. His motions are rhythmic yet chaotic. I have to cinch around him so I don’t bash into the headboard. He’s wild in the throes of passion, untamed and savage. This is a hidden version of the man not many will have the pleasure to meet. Sucks for them.
Landon’s biceps flex from the strain of propping over me. Sweat glistens along his hairline, cutting an alluring trail along his chiseled features. I want to trace that shiny path with my tongue, but settle for lapping at his Adam’s apple instead. He growls at my affections, sending a buzz along my lips. Another surge pumps potent heat into me as his efforts seem to double. I bite at his shoulder while grabbing a handful of his ass. A girl might as well take advantage.
The sounds we’re making are obscene. We’re two beings chasing relief without care for shame. The twin beats of grunts and slapping flesh drum in my ears. I’m not the only one slippery when wet. A sting attacks my cheeks and I’m sure the blush rising there is fierce. Damn my freckled skin for being so transparent.
He pins my wrists to the mattress. I relinquish control like he demanded, arching into our sizzling connection. My clit is still sensitive from his ministrations earlier, so each touch, regardless of how slight, sends a shock through me. His grip forces me to accept the pressure, but I’m more than willing. Our bodies press together with each gliding movement, ratcheting the intensity up another degree.
Just as the tingles begin rushing to my core, I swat his hip and encourage him to flip us. We switch positions without disconnecting. I rest my palms on his chest and begin riding him at a fast pace. The definition in his torso flexes beneath my touch.
“My turn.” I groan when he strikes that special area that makes my vision grow hazy.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He palms a breast with one hand while the other dives between my legs, flicking my clit. “This is the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.”
I bite my lip while snapping my hips harder. “This is the best decision I’ve ever made.”
With a curled palm to my nape, he hauls me down until our lips crash together. The kiss is a flurry of teeth and tongue as we fight for control. His fingers tunnel in my hair, yanking to the tilt he desires. I break from his mouth when he presses my ass down, grinding until stars blot out my sight.
“You make me feel so full like this,” I whine.
“Use me, baby. I wanna see you fall apart.”
With a muffled protest, I straighten and resume rocking us to release. “Your cock makes it easy.”
“It gets me harder when you say shit like that.” He pinches my nipple, sending a jolt straight to my slit.
“Oh, sweet Jesus. That’s the spot.” I’m a vocal person in general and sex is no different.
“You’re a damn vise, sugar. Trying to kill me?” Landon bucks his pelvis while I gyrate against him.
“Maybe,” I pant.
His thumb on my clit swirls in rapid circles and I claw at him, the spasms taking hold of me. “Yes, yes, keep going.”
“Nothing could stop me.” He clamps onto my throbbing bundle and my core flutters.