Chapter Seventeen
I turned to face him but kept the distance between us. The bedroom was lit by two lamps, perfect lighting for what I planned to do next. My heart beat faster with both nerves and anticipation and my legs were weak.
Landen’s stance didn’t change as I reached up, hoping that he couldn’t see the fine tremors in my hands as my fingers moved to the bow at the base of my neck. I untied the smooth straps and let them fall. Because the back was non-existent, I hadn’t bothered with a bra. I liked the way Landen’s eyes flared as the fabric covering my torso fell away to reveal my bare breasts. It soothed the nervousness that buzzed in my belly.
Without taking my eyes from him, I reached to the side of the jumpsuit and lowered the hidden zipper at my waist. Then the material fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but a lacy black thong and heels.
I shivered as his eyes moved over my body. His gaze swept slowly over me, taking in every detail. Though his hands were still in his pockets in a nonchalant pose, his expression was anything but casual. He looked…hungry.
Goose bumps broke out on my flesh and my nipples hardened as he continued to devour my body with his eyes. I wasn’t exactly shy, but I also wasn’t the type to stand naked in front of a fully clothed man before we’d even had sex. With Landen, it wasn’t as intimidating as I would have found it before. He showed his appreciation in every line of his body and the look on his face.
I waited, still and breathless, as he watched me. Landen had said more than once that he wanted to be in control this time and I wanted to give that to him.
After a long moment, he withdrew his hands from his pockets and moved toward me. As he walked, he reached up and pulled the jacket from his shoulders, dropping it on the floor. Then he stopped less than a foot away and lifted his hands in front of him, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt.
I watched as he rolled back his sleeves, revealing the corded length of his forearms. I’d never taken the time to study his hands before, but now I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they moved. His fingers were long and his palms were wide. I already knew how they felt on my body and seeing the way his wrists flexed as he moved made hot prickles burst on every inch of my skin.
My gaze remained locked on his arms and hands as he finished rolling back his cuffs and reached for me. I lowered my head and sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers grasped me just below my waist, his thumbs rubbing over my hipbones before they curved beneath the waistband of my panties and shoved them down.
Landen knelt in front of me as he tugged the lacy thong over my thighs and past my knees to my ankles so I could step out of them. He clasped each ankle in turn, pulling the stilettos from my feet and setting them to the side. Then his hands returned to my hips and he urged me back until my ass rested on the edge of the mattress.
He tipped his head back and his dark blue eyes met mine, the heat in them making me shiver yet again.
When he spoke, his voice was low and rough. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.
I released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and shifted my feet apart. His palms moved to my inner thighs and urged me back onto the bed until my ass was perched precariously on the mattress. Then he lowered his gaze and stared at my pussy. His thumbs ran over the inner edges of my labia and I had to lean back on my hands to keep from sliding off the bed.
God, he was barely touching me yet I felt like I was ready to explode.
I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he used his thumbs to spread the lips of my pussy and expose my clit. I knew what he was about to do, but nothing prepared me for the first firm swipe of his tongue.
My head fell back and I gasped as he repeated the caress with additional pressure. My nipples tightened even more until they were aching, sensitive points. Other than the orgasm he’d given me on Sunday, I hadn’t been touched by a man in over a year and my entire body throbbed with desperation.
His lips closed around my clit and he sucked gently as he flicked his tongue against me and my legs trembled wildly.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, one of my hands leaving the bed to fist in his hair. If he didn’t slow down, I was going to come, hard and fast.
Landen made a noise against my pussy, a deep groan or growl and I felt the vibrations against my clit. Then he moved a hand and I felt the long length of his finger ease inside me.
Arching my back, I pressed my hips closer to his face, unable to stop the undulation as one finger became two. He slipped them deep inside me and rubbed them hard against the front wall of my channel.
Then he sucked harder on my clit as he flicked his tongue faster and I was done.
I shuddered hard as the orgasm hit me and cried out. My upper body fell back onto the bed as his fingers left my pussy to grasp my ass and lift me to his mouth. My thighs clamped around his head as he licked and sucked, drawing out my orgasm until the pleasure was nearly agonizing.
I moaned and muttered unintelligibly, torn between riding the waves of bliss that he created and pushing him away because it was nearly too much for me to bear.
Finally, his mouth slowed and he gave my clit one last lick before he rose from his crouch and hooked his hands beneath my armpits to move me further up the bed. Weakly, I used my elbows to pull my weight up. Then I lifted my body until I was kneeling in front of him, our eyes nearly level.
Still breathing heavily, I watched as he ran the back of one hand across his mouth before he reached for me. When our mouths crashed together, I could taste myself on his lips but I didn’t care. Even after that earthshattering orgasm, I wanted more. I wanted another one, but this time while his cock was deep inside me instead of his fingers.
My hands went to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly. After two buttons, his hands brushed mine aside and he jerked the fabric apart. I heard the tiny pings of buttons hitting the hardwood floor, but I didn’t care because I was finally getting my hands on his body.
I laid my palms against his chest, feeling the firm muscle and the hair dusting his pectorals. Sliding my hands downward, I brushed my thumbs over his nipples and Landen nipped my bottom lip. Intrigued, I wanted to do it again but chose to continue my exploration of his body. I hadn’t seen him naked or even touched his cock through his pants, so my fingers trailed over his abdomen, feeling the shift and flex of his muscles as he wrestled his shirt off his shoulders and arms.
Then my hands were at his belt and I managed to undo the buckle with less fumbling. Moving quickly, I unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper before my hand delved inside.
Landen groaned into my mouth as my palm cradled his hard cock through the thin cotton of his underwear. But that wasn’t enough either. I wanted to feel the heat and sleekness of his skin, to touch him the way he’d touched me earlier and learn what he liked, what made his breath catch in his throat.
I shoved at his pants until they fell down to mid-thigh and curled my fingers in the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down over his erection.
When I saw what I revealed, I froze. He was perfect. Thick, hard, and smooth. My mouth watered at the sight. I never shied away from oral sex, giving or receiving, but I’d never experienced this wild urge to taste a man’s cock before. I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of him then take him as deep in my mouth as I could.
Licking my lips, I leaned down, placing one hand on the bed, and using the other to guide his erection to my mouth.
At the first swipe of my tongue on the tip of his cock, Landen took a deep breath. When I licked him from base to tip, his hands threaded through my hair, pulling it away from my face. I glanced up and saw that he was watching me with burning eyes, his jaw tight.
Then I slid him into my mouth as far as I could, my gaze still on his.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he watched me.
I couldn’t hold his eyes any longer and closed mine as I sucked and licked at his length.
His grip tightened on my hair and then he pulled me back and upward, forcing me to straighten my upper body.
“Landen—” I began.
He shook his head. “You can do whatever you want to me later. Right now, I want to fuck you.”
His arms went around me, one across my shoulder blades and the other beneath my ass, and he lifted me up. My hands flew up to grasp his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist. When my pussy came into contact with the hard ridge of his erection, Landen stopped moving and we both groaned.
Then he turned and walked us around the bed until we were at the head and he leaned over to drop me on the mattress. Bending over me, his mouth closed over my nipple and he sucked gently at first, then harder. My back arched and I dug my nails into his shoulders when he released my nipple and lightly bit the inner curve of my breast.
Then he straightened and reached for the nightstand. A few seconds later, he pulled a condom out of the drawer and tore it open. I took the condom from his grasp when he removed it from the package and rolled it over his erection, giving him a firm squeeze when it was in place.
“Shit, Chelsea, do you want me to come before we even get started?” he growled.
I grinned up at him. “Are you a one-and-done kinda guy?” I asked.
He didn’t answer. Glaring at me, he put a knee to the bed between my legs and hooked his hands beneath my arms, dragging me to the center of the monstrosity. When I reached for him, he grabbed my hands and wrapped the long fingers of one hand around my wrists, pinning me to the bed. His knees nudged my inner thighs and I spread my legs for him. I felt his other hand moving between us then the tip of his cock nudged my pussy.
Once he was in position, he pressed inside, giving me just the head of his erection before he stilled. Inch by inch, he worked his length into my body, invading and withdrawing a bit at a time.
When I tried to wrap my legs around him, to urge him to move faster or harder, he used his free hand to press my knee down to the bed, leaving me open and helpless beneath him.
Finally, he thrust home, his pubic hair rubbing my clit, and I moaned. But he didn’t move, his eyes glittering and hard as he stared down at me.
“When I fuck you later, I’m going to strap you down so that all you can do is lay there and take it. You’ll beg me to let you come and when I do,” he paused and lowered his head until our lips were nearly touching. “When I do let you come, I won’t stop until you’re begging me for that too.”
If any other man had said that to me, I would have laughed and told him no way in hell. But looking into his eyes, I understood then what he’d been trying to tell me before. Landen needed to be in control. He didn’t just like it, or want it. He actually needed it.
And deep down, I wanted exactly what he described.
Still, I couldn’t resist taunting him because, right now, at this moment, I needed him to move or I might die. “Are you at least going to fuck me now?”
His eyes flashed with both amusement and something else, something darker and maybe even a little scary. He shifted against me and brought his other hand above my head. Landen threaded our fingers together, bringing my arms down so that our hands were next to my head.
Then he fucked me.
He withdrew from my body and thrust back in hard, fast, and deep. Again and again. I moved with him, even with my arms pinned to the bed, eager for everything he gave me. But I still wanted more.
It was a wild ride. Landen might have control of my body but neither of us had control over ourselves. I gasped and whimpered, over and over, as his hips slammed into mine. My clit pulsed and burned with each rough collision and I knew that I was going to come again.
Wrapping my legs around Landen, I lifted my hips into each movement, creating more friction. He groaned and his mouth collided with mine, our tongues tangling and teeth nipping as the fire between us burned hotter and higher.
I felt the muscles in my pussy tighten almost unbearably as I drew closer to the peak. I was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Landen released my mouth, “Fuck, Chelsea.” Then he moved his hands, unwrapping his fingers from mine so that he could lever his upper body away from me and reach down between us. “I’m gonna come.” Then his thumb hit my clit and rolled hard. He was merciless, pushing me relentlessly toward climax.
Every muscle in my body locked as the orgasm roared through me and I cried out. The pleasure was a wildfire, burning away my ability to think or speak. I couldn’t even breathe. The only thing that I felt, the only thing I knew, was Landen.
He grabbed my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slammed into me twice. Then he lowered his head and sucked hard at my nipple, groaning as he came.
I made a loud noise, a cross between a moan and shout, as the feel of his mouth on my overly sensitive breast shot through me. The last convulsions of my orgasm grew stronger and I arched, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations.
But Landen wouldn’t let me. He lapped at my nipple as he moved slowly, gliding in and out of me as though he were savoring the way my body shimmied and jerked beneath him.
With one last lick, he lifted his head and looked down at me. We were both breathing heavily and damp with sweat. Then he put his hand on my sternum and trailed his fingers over my abdomen and my muscles quivered. When he reached my pubic bone, he dipped his fingers between us and held onto the condom as he pulled out.
“Don’t move,” he murmured. “I’ll be right back.”
I turned my head and watched as he left the bed, tugged off the condom, and walked into the bathroom that he hadn’t shown me earlier. I watched the play of muscles in his back and ass until he disappeared from view, thinking that he had an amazing body for a man who spent most of his day at a desk.
Though he told me not to move, I turned over on my side and bent my arm at the elbow, propping up my head on my hand. I heard the toilet flush and water run in the sink for a moment. Then I perked up when I heard the dull roar of more water, this time in something much larger than a sink.
Landen reappeared, his eyebrow lifting when he saw that I’d changed position on the bed.
“I told you not to move,” he said as he approached the bed.
I let my eyes wander over his body, enjoying the sight that I’d been too distracted to fully appreciate earlier. “I wanted to take in the view,” I replied.
One corner of his mouth tilted up in a crooked grin. “Like what you see?”
I gave him another once over. “Definitely.”
When he reached the bed, he leaned over and hauled me to my feet. “I could say the same.”
As he crowded me toward the bathroom, I smiled up at him. “Where are we going?”
“To get wet.”
I laughed. “Sounds naughty.”
Landen chuckled as he pulled me through the door to the bathroom. Then I lost my train of thought. The bathroom was a dream. It was even better than his kitchen, which was saying something. It was enormous with black cabinets, white countertops, and gorgeous white marble flooring. A free-standing tub was positioned in front of a large window, rapidly filling with water. A huge glass shower was inset into one wall and his-and-her sinks were against the other. A door stood open in one corner to reveal the toilet and double doors were directly to our right. I assumed they led to the closet and if the size of the doors were anything to go by, it was probably just as big as the bathroom.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
Landen walked to the tub and turned off the faucets. The tub was only half full, but it was deep and big enough for two. As I approached, I saw that it also had jets.
“I think I’m in love,” I muttered.
Landen stilled, his body going tight, and he turned toward me. “What?”
“I’m sorry, Landen, but I need you to leave me alone with your tub for a moment. It’s love at first sight. If I can convince him, he’s coming home with me.”
The tension drained out of his body then and he smiled, wide and bright. “I’m afraid the tub stays here with me.” He paused before saying, “But you can come over any time you want and visit him.”
I lifted a brow at him. “Be careful what you offer me or I’ll be here every day to hog your bathroom and play in your kitchen.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” he retorted. “A wet, naked woman in my bathtub and a meal I don’t have to cook every night. That would be nice.”
“Who said I’d make enough for you?”
He was still grinning when he reached out and wrapped an arm around my waist, bringing our bodies together. “What if I paid you back in orgasms?”
I pretended to think about that. “That’s an interesting incentive, but I’m gonna need a little more than that.”
He chuckled and used his grip on my waist to lift me up on my toes so he could touch his mouth to mine. “Multiple orgasms?”
“Your tub could probably give me those,” I muttered, still giving him a hard time. He smacked my ass lightly, the contact just sharp enough to make me yelp. “Hey!”
“Now, get in the tub and I’ll give you my down payment.”
I stopped giving him shit and did as I was told because, despite my words, multiple orgasms were definitely enough incentive.