Right now, I’d do anything this man asked or commanded of me.
“Yes.”
“Has anyone ever done this to you before?”
I nod. David did a few times, but it did not excite me half as much as the idea of Landon doing it does.
“Christ, you make it so hard to breathe.” He kisses me, deep and hard and with a lot of tongue. And as he does, he shifts his weight back onto his knees while his hands capture mine, lifting them above my head. My wrists are pressed together and then bound as the leather wraps around over and over before securing them with the buckle.
Breaking the kiss, he surveys his handiwork, testing my circulation—ever the conscientious doctor—and my ability to move. When he’s satisfied, he shifts me, sliding me up the bed until I’m in the center, and climbs off, standing up.
The leather is rough and tight, and I’ll most definitely have marks on my wrist, but right now, looking at him, I don’t care about any of that. His smoldering gaze rakes me in, inch by inch in a slow, primal show of dominance. A flush creeps up my flesh, puckering my skin with goose bumps and hardening my nipples.
“Fuck. Look at you. Never have I seen a more beautiful sight.”
He shakes his head as if it’s too much, then lowers his jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. His cock is gloriously hard, tenting through the cotton, and he gives it a small rub, his eyes going to half-mast as he does. I’m so desperate for him to touch me, I’m barely hanging on.
I lick my lips, panting, and attempt to sit up, but he’s not having any of that as he pushes me back down.
“I want to taste you,” I complain. I haven’t done that. Had him in my mouth. Sucked him down my throat until his eyes roll back.
I must have said all that aloud because his eyes clench shut, and he’s doing some sort of breathing thing, muttering what sounds like the names of weird heart conditions under his breath.
He points at me, lowering his briefs to the floor. “Open your mouth.”
And just like that, I might come a bit as I do exactly as he says. Only, he doesn’t crawl over me and shove his dick in my mouth the way I expect—clearly my previous experiences with this have tainted my expectations. Instead, he climbs on the bed, kisses my cheek, and straddles my head but facing the other way.
“You’re not to move your hands,” he tells me, then before I can do much of anything, his cock hits my lips, and I swipe out my tongue, desperate to taste him. He’s thick and long and sexy. Just the sight of him like this has me—
“OH MY GOD!” I scream when his lips capture my already pulsing clit and suck it into his mouth. That I most certainly wasn’t expecting and since my lips are pressed to his dick, he groans when he feels the scream against it.
“I need my hands, Landon.”
“No, baby. Just your sweet mouth on me while I eat your sweet pussy.”
Fuck. How in the hell am I supposed to do that when his tongue is plunging into me? He seems to understand my dilemma because he angles his hips and starts thrusting into my mouth. I’m helpless. Bound and helpless as he starts fucking my mouth, his thighs on either side of my head, his knees dipping into the mattress. He slides past my tongue, all the way until I’m gagging and choking, trying to suck on him to regain some of the control he’s not allowing me to have.
Meanwhile, his tongue and fingers are everywhere. He had mentioned he was going to sit me on his face while he played with my ass and even though the positions are reversed, that’s exactly what he’s doing to me now. His tongue is in my pussy. The fingers of his left hand rolling my clit, playing with it while a finger from his right hand, wet from dipping in my pussy, toys with my forbidden ring of muscles in the back.
His chest and belly are over mine, his heat seeping into me, his weight bearing down without crushing me. It’s total sensory overload in the best possible way. I moan around him, my hips canting of their own volition against his mouth as I try to take his cock in as deep as I can without suffocating to death.
He pushes that finger past my barrier, forcing my muscles to relax, and holy hell, I feel full. So full. Especially when two fingers from his other hand replace his tongue, and he starts fucking me with them all at once.
“Fucking hell, that’s the sexiest, dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I wish I could see it too. I’m desperate to but lose that train of thought when his tongue flicks my clit. I’m out of my mind. It’s too much and so good and so lewd and forbidden, and I’m getting tighter and wetter, my skin on fire, and I’m nothing but pure, carnal pleasure.
Landon doesn’t stop.
He keeps going, bobbing his dick in and out of my mouth, the taste of his salty precum like a palate cleanser before the dessert course, and I want it. I want it all. I want him to feel as good as he’s making me feel.
Drool dribbles all over my cheek and chin as he groans and grunts and tells me how good my mouth feels while he continues to eat me out and play with me until I’m so worked up, I lose focus on what I’m supposed to be doing and come with an even louder scream than before.
My body arches up into him, my nipples grazing the light smattering of hair on his chest, heightening this sensation more. I lick at him, playing with his tip with my tongue, but I’m coming so hard stars and fireworks and fucking unicorns are dancing behind my eyes as wave after wave of absolute bliss spirals through my every nerve ending.
Finally, after years, I sag, boneless and flayed, on my bed. I must have blacked out because when I open my eyes, Landon is right above me. “You’re not your dick. How did you get there?”
He laughs. “I’m going to wash my hands. Don’t move.”
“I won’t.”
“We’re not finished.”
“Okay.”
He grins and kisses my lips, and I close my eyes once more. A few minutes later, the belt on my wrists loosens, blood rushing back into my fingers, and I clench my fists several times to regain circulation.
“Did I hurt you?”
“I liked it.”
Suddenly I’m lifted and placed under the blankets, but then he’s back on me, hovering over me. “Open your eyes, baby.”
I smile dopily up at him. “Tonight is the first time you’ve called me anything other than Miss Wilde, Ellery, or Elle. Your brother thought it was weird that you didn’t have a pet name for me.”
He rolls his eyes in the darkness, the blanket surrounding us, his hands twining with mine as he sets them on my pillow up beside my head. His hard, heavy cock presses between us, and heat flares from within me once more.
“My brother has a lot to say about me and what I do. More importantly what I don’t do. But I’d rather not talk about Luca in this moment.”
“How did you know it was him I was talking about?”
“Only Luca or Kaplan would say something like that, and I took an educated guess.”
“I like your family.”
He smiles, his nose brushing mine. “I like that you like them. But for fuck’s sake, can we not talk about them right now?”
“What do you want to talk about then?”
“You. I’m going to make you come until you pass out. Then, after that, I might eat you out once more before I’m forced to leave you.”