“But you’re not ready yet?” he finishes for me, and I nod sheepishly. Cute and engaging, but there’s no spark.
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ll try again in a month.” He gives me a wink before planting his lips on my cheek, then he leaves, heading down the path toward his car. I watch him get in, acknowledging the wave he sends me before shutting and locking my door up tight.
I sag against it, my hand on my chest. I survived.
That’s when the door pounds against my back. Three times. Whap. Whap. Whap.
I flip around, wishing for about the fiftieth time since moving in that this door had a peephole or a nearby window with direct access to the front porch. A Southerner would have never done this. Maybe I’ll ask my landlord if I can install a Ring.
“Who’s there?”
“Open up, Elle. Now.”
My skin breaks out into hives. Or chills. It’s hard to tell which they are because I’m covered in them and itchy as hell.
I flip the lock and swing the door open. Landon is there, his glasses on, his hair a disheveled mess of artwork, his green eyes mossy and turbulent. “Did he kiss you?”
I blink repeatedly at him. “Pardon?”
He grips the doorframe. “Did he kiss you good night? Did his lips touch you?”
“Um.” I lick my lips, flustered. “Yes. I mean, no. He kissed my cheek but—”
Landon’s hands hit the back of my hair, his mouth on mine before I can even comprehend how he moved so fast. I stumble back a step and suddenly I’m twirling through the air, landing hard on a surface I don’t care enough about to open my eyes and figure out what it is.
“I hate that he touched you,” Landon growls into me, and I swear my panties are now soaked with that admission. “I’ve been thinking about you all night. Going crazy. I never go crazy, Elle.”
God, after the evening I’ve had, I need this more than my next breath.
He hikes my legs up, spreads them open wide, and rips the hell out of my stockings, right at the crotch. I figure that means it’s open season on clothing, and I attack his shirt, snapping buttons across my foyer. My hands dive into the open space where those buttons used to be, feeling the planes and ridges of his chest and abs.
His body.
Lord, I am an unrepentant sinner of a woman when it comes to this man and his body.
Deft fingers skim over the skimpy material I’m choosing to call a thong tonight, and my head slams back, banging into the mirror and the wall as pleasure explodes through my body. I wince.
“You okay?” he mumbles into my lips, his tongue diving back in, twirling with mine before sucking on it. I whimper. Especially as his fingers continue to tease me over my panties.
“Are you asking my pussy or my head?”
I open my eyes and arch up to meet his gaze. He’s smiling. And his smile… this rare, uninhibited one?
“Your head. I have plans for your pussy and trust me when I tell you, I intend on taking good care of her. But I’d prefer it if she was the only thing that got banged against the wall tonight.”
A breathy laugh escapes my throat. “Another joke. That’s two.”
“I told you I’m funny.”
I shake my head as his mouth drops down, sucking and kissing on my neck in a very distracting way. “No. I don’t think anyone ever said you were funny. Though that one wasn’t half bad.”
“Elle?”
“Yeah?”
His eyes quirk up, meeting mine. “You gonna keep talking about my jokes or can I get you naked now?”
I giggle. “Naked away.”
In the next second, my blouse is ripped up and over my head, leaving me in my red lace bra. Landon groans, dropping to his knees and pushing my thighs up higher, hooking my boots over his shoulders. My breath hitches, one hand diving into his hair, the other gripping the edge of the entry table I’m precariously perched on. This thing is not meant for humans to sit on it. It’s a good thing I’ve got a small ass.
He slides my panties to the side and stares at me. “Oh, Elle. You’re a sexy, dripping mess for me.”
My eyes seal shut, my lungs emptying as his lips cover my clit, sucking on it before his tongue plunges up inside me.
“Holy… ah!”
“Fuck, you taste good. That’s right. Grip me and hold on because there’s no way I can slow down now. Not with you tasting this good.”
With his hands on my ass, he tips me back farther, nearly bending my body in half, catching most of my weight as his mouth devours me. His tongue thrusts, flicking back and forth, in and out as he fucks me with it. Over and over, setting a punishing pace that has me rocking into his face and side to side and ripping at his hair and moaning. He tears his glasses from his face, tossing them somewhere before returning to me, squeezing my ass cheeks, and spreading me wide so he can eat every inch of me.
The mirror behind my head sways dangerously, but I can’t focus on anything other than what his lips and wicked tongue are doing to me. Words and sounds tumble from my lips, the heels of my boots digging into his back as he brings my body up higher and higher. Closer and closer.
His fingers replace his tongue, and he shifts, drawing back a few inches, his carnal gaze locked between my legs, watching as his fingers slowly drag out of me only to push back in. It’s wet and dripping, and this feels so good my back bows, thrusting my tits up and out. His free hand finds my bra, ripping one cup down and exposing my breast.
The thumb of the hand that’s fucking me rubs my clit in deliberate circles, and I swear, stars dance behind my eyes. How does he do this so well?
“Landon,” I pant, needing, wanting so desperately to come I’m nearly crazy with it.
“So beautiful,” he rasps as he looks up at me, his eyes everywhere, as if they can’t decide which part of the action they want to focus on the most. “You have no idea how badly I need you.” He growls. “No one fucking else gets this.” He leans in and kisses my pussy before licking me from my opening all the way up. “No one. You’re mine, Elle. Mine.”
He cups my breast in his large hand, groaning when he feels how hard my nipple is against his palm before sliding it up my chest and wrapping around my throat as if he’s proving his point. I am his. No one else’s. He gives me a possessive squeeze without cutting off my air, and it drives me wild in the best of ways.
I cry out, my voice slightly garbled against the force of his hand on my windpipe. Warm, wet lips dive back in, sucking and playing with my clit while he finger fucks me into a frenzy. Those expert fingers do dirty things to me, crooking to find my inner sweet spot only to pull back and toy with my opening, rimming it. All the while his tongue and lips are feasting on me, alternating between sucking and flicking my clit, ravaging me.
He licks his fingers that are coated in my arousal, then plunges them back in, finger fucking me faster and faster before thrusting his tongue up along with them. “How much can you handle?”
Oh God. No one has ever done this to me. Had both their tongue and fingers inside me at the same time. Licking and plunging. It’s so many sensations all at once, and I open my eyes, watching him do it. The sight practically has me coming on the spot, and he must feel it. Feel how close I am. Feel my pussy clenching around him.