Vivian
When Landon took me to bed that night, it was all new between us. Even though we’d slept together before, I’d still been left feeling like there was a side of Landon that I didn’t know.
This time changed everything. This time, our relationship was stripped and laid bare. This time, I knew I couldn’t hide anything from Landon…and that he wouldn’t be able to keep secrets from me, either.
Landon scoops me up and pulls me into his arms. Instinctively, I wrap my arm around his neck and curl against his muscular chest. When he carries me through the hideout to the bedroom, I keep my eyes closed. The feeling of being spirited through the air, combined with the pulsing arousal of my blood is enough to make me feel lightheaded, like I drank ten beers.
But I’m not drunk–I know exactly what I’m doing. It’s as though the emotional conversation with Landon stripped the flesh from my bones, exposing a whole new layer of sensitivity to the air. I can practically feel it burning like I’m raw, split open, and waiting for Landon to dive inside of me and never emerge again.
Landon lays me on the bed and slides a hand under my shirt, leaving a scorched sensation trailing behind on my skin. As his fingers caress my stiff nipples, I moan softly, arching my back. My shirt rides up on my belly, exposing my skin to the cool air of the bedroom.
I feel like I’ve taken some kind of mysterious drug that makes me hyperaware of my senses. I can feel everything that’s happening in my body. My blood is pounding, rushing through my veins like a dangerous river of rapids. My heart is thumping. Each time Landon kisses me, I can practically feel it contract in my chest, wanting more. My nerves and cells and organs are singing with arousal.
And between my legs is a soaking mess of juices from all the lust flowing through my body.
Landon tangles his hands in my brown hair and gently yanks my head back. I close my eyes and moan softly as I feel his soft lips skimming along the delicate curve of my neck. When his teeth graze the surface of my skin, I bite my lip and purr. Landon’s hands slide over my breasts. He begins rolling my erect nipples between his thumb and fingers, and I’m growling and begging for more after just a few seconds. He knows how to touch me so perfectly. He knows how to make my body sing and how to make me beg for more.
Everything I’ve ever known is flowing out of my brain like oxygen. I can’t think of anything. I can’t think of poetry, music, or how it feels to be heartbroken. All that I know is Landon’s touch.
“Vivian,” Landon groans. The sound of his voice makes my arousal skyrocket to new heights. When I reach for him, I see that my hands are trembling with desire. Tangling my fingers in his blonde hair, I pull myself up and slide against his body until I’m cradled in his lap. Landon takes his hands away from my breasts and I cry out. It almost hurts not being fondled now that he’s stopped. My pussy is rubbing against the thin fabric of my panties and I know that my face is red with wanton lust.
I want Landon to fuck me. I want him to rip me open, to lay me bare, to take me to the height of absolute desire.
“Landon,” I moan softly. Our lips meet and an electric jolt slithers from Landon’s body to mine. I run my tongue along his lower lip before pulling his mouth into mine and gently sucking until his lips are swollen. My tongue craves the taste of Landon’s mouth, and I drink his essence like it’s manna from heaven. As our kiss deepens, I purr into Landon’s mouth and he reaches under my shirt, pulling it up and off of my head. I writhe beneath his hands, desperate for more of his touch as he gently breaks the kiss and pulls his own shirt over his head.
Seeing Landon shirtless makes me wonder why I ever thought tattoos were strange. The elegant black lines curling around his torso leave me filled with wonder each time I see them. Running my hands over them, I dip my face to his chest and begin to kiss and lick at his body. Landon shudders at my touch and I grin. I love knowing that I please him; somehow it only adds to my own pleasure. His skin smells warm and musky and I close my eyes, enjoying the proximity of our bodies. With Landon, nothing feels off limits now. I know that I can share everything with him.
“Vivian, lie back,” Landon growls in a low voice. Swallowing nervously, I obey his command. Landon gently pushes me down on the bed and climbs over my body. He knees in between my spread legs, lowering his head to my breasts and taking my stiff nipples into his mouth. As he begins to suck and lick at one of my breasts, I arch my back and moan.
The sensation of his hot tongue and teeth running over my sensitive skin makes me want to scream. I bite my lip and writhe beneath Landon’s body as his mouth moves aggressively from one breast to the other. I’ve always loved having big breasts, and I can tell Landon appreciates them too. He’s moaning as he’s pleasuring me.
My pussy is dying for attention. Every time I buck my hips, I grind against the wet fabric of my panties and it burns me with pleasure. I start thrusting my hips up and down like Landon’s already inside of me. As he trails his hands down my bare torso, I whimper. I’m desperate for him to take my jeans off. I want to be naked, rubbing against his body and feeling his skin against mine.
When Landon realizes what I’m doing, he snickers. My cheeks grow hot with embarrassment as he stares down at me, his eyes penetrating every molecule of my brain.
“You’re so thirsty, baby,” Landon teases. “You want me to touch your pussy. Is that it?” Our lips are inches apart and the air between us is electric. I feel paralyzed by arousal. I want a million things at once.
I blush. I can’t answer. Landon’s hypnotic gaze is holding me hostage.
“Vivian,” Landon growls. “Tell me. You want me to touch your pussy. Tell me what you want.”
I can’t speak. My mouth is dry and my lips are frozen, waiting for a kiss. Desire is pumping through my veins and my skin is covered in sweat.
“Tell me, Vivian,” Landon orders. A thrill runs through my body at the electric sound of his voice. “Tell me what you want or I’ll stop.”
No! My mind shrieks. No, Landon, you can’t stop! You can’t!
“Tell me,” Landon repeats.
“I want you…” I trail off, blushing furiously. Even though I’ve thought dirty words before, I’ve rarely said them. Landon’s the only person who’s ever heard me talk like this, and while I know it’s old hat for him, it’s shameful for me. Growing up, I never even heard those kinds of words. I know it sounds ridiculous, considering who my father is. But I’d led the epitome of a sheltered life until that fateful evening in the library parking lot.
“Tell me, Vivian,” Landon orders. “Tell me or I stop right now.” He moves away from me, resting on his haunches. His eyes don’t leave mine once.
My cheeks are burning from blushing so much. Finally, I tear my gaze away from Landon and close my eyes.
“I want you to—“
“With your eyes open,” Landon growls. He leans forward on the bed and takes my chin in his hands. “Look into my eyes and tell me what you want me to do to you.”
A new wave of lust crests over my head and I shudder. Opening my eyes, I stare directly into Landon’s sapphire orbs.
“I want you to take my jeans off,” I say in a breathy voice. “I want you to take my panties off and expose my pussy. I want you to touch…I want you to touch my pussy, Landon. I want you to make me feel good.”
Landon’s lips curl into a devilish smile and I swallow nervously. My heart is thumping as Landon slides his hands down my body, gently pinching my nipples until I cry out as pleasure floods my body. His hands lightly skim my belly, making me laugh, and fumble with the snap of my jeans. I arch my hips and throw my head back. Landon eases my jeans down my legs and tosses them over the bed. The cool air of the room chills me but it only adds to my intense excitement.
Now I’m clad only in a flimsy pair of panties, made all the flimsier by the fact that the crotch is soaked with my arousal. Landon kneels between my legs and sniffs, inhaling my womanly essence. His enthusiasm makes me blush. Slowly, he reaches a hand towards my pussy. I moan and thrust my hips forward, eager to make contact with Landon’s hand. But when his fingers stop just shy of where I need him to be, I groan with frustration.
Landon smirks. “You’re so eager,” he says in a low voice, teasing me. I bite my lip and howl as Landon traces light patterns on the inside of my thigh. The sensation is both madly ticklish and pleasurable and I groan again, flopping down on the pillows and shielding my eyes with my arm.
Not being able to see only heightens the sensations I’m feeling. I feel Landon’s fingers slide up towards my panties, then grab the crotch and push it to the side. When air hits my soaked pussy, I moan and spread my legs. The lace fabric cuts into my hips and I’m desperate to be free of it. Landon traces gentle circles on my wet labia. The sensation is exquisite torture, and I moan, biting my lip and rolling my eyes back in my head.
“I think you want me,” Landon whispers. His breath hits my pussy and I shudder. I feel him spreading my labia apart and exposing my swollen clit. His breath hitting my clit makes me writhe, but Landon puts a firm hand on my lower belly and keeps me pinned to the bed.
“I love teasing you,” Landon says. I can only moan in reply. My body is so tense, so taut, so ready for him that I can’t even think about what he’s going to do next. All I want is for him to plunge inside of me and take me.
“Landon,” I gasp. “Please. Please, Landon. Touch me!” The last words come out as a shriek.
Landon chuckles. He slides a finger inside of my pussy, gently moving his wrist so his finger flicks against the spongy bit of tissue connected to my urethra. The sensation is exquisite and I moan. His finger feels so large inside of me that I shiver when I think about how his cock will feel sliding in.
“So wet,” Landon whispers. “So tight. So perfect, Vivian. Baby, you’re so sexy.”
I grin at the compliment. Landon leans away from my body and I close my eyes, listening to the sound of him fumbling with his jeans and tearing them off. By the time I look at him, Landon’s fully naked. His beautiful cock is erect, standing straight up from his body. He’s so swollen that his cock almost looks purple in the low light of the room. As he kneels between my legs, he steadies himself with a hand on my hip. I moan softly as the tip of his cock presses against my soaked entrance.
“Ready?” Landon growls.
I nod. With that, I feel a delicious tearing sensation as Landon slides his cock inside of me. I’m so wet that he glides smoothly along, until he’s buried in me up to the hilt. His cock stretches my pussy wide open and I moan as the pleasure fills my body. Slowly, Landon pulls back out, then slams in once again. The bed shakes and jolts with the force of Landon’s thrusts.
I’m no longer capable of staying on Earth–I’ve been transported to a heavenly celestial land, where pleasure is king.
Landon reaches down for my ankles and grabs my legs, pushing them up in the air and resting them on his shoulders. The angle opens me up even further and I groan. I feel completely exposed, almost raw. As Landon thrusts, I bury my hands in his blonde hair and tug.
“God,” Landon groans. He slams his pelvis against mine with a force that makes the whole world spin. As we begin to rock and slide together, I arch my back and thrust my body upwards to meet his. Soon, we’re moving together like piston and cylinder. Landon’s long, slow thrusts inside are building a delicious pleasure in my lower belly and I moan softly. My lungs are burning and it takes me a minute to realize that I’ve been holding my breath.
The sensations swarming through my body, like electrons in a cage, are almost too much to bear. Grunting and grinding and sweating, I press myself against Landon. My thighs are aching from the strain of being placed on his shoulders but my body is hungry for more. I want to fuck until I pass out. I want to make love with Landon until the world burns down around us.
“Fuck, Vivian,” Landon groans. He thrusts deep inside of me. His face is red and sweaty with the effort of lovemaking and I strain forwards, pressing my lips to his. The taste of his sweat in my mouth fills me with happiness and I close my eyes as Landon tangles his fingers in my hair and gently pulls my head back against the pillow.
My clit is rubbing against Landon’s muscular abdomen with each thrust inside my body. I can feel that I’m swollen and sensitive and soon, I know I’m going to explode. Holding my breath only makes the sensation more intense, and I close my eyes and moan loudly as Landon jackhammers his hips against mine. Desperate for an orgasm, I remove my ankles from his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist.
“You wanna come for me, baby?” Landon grunts in my ear. His hot breath sends a shiver of lust down my spine. We’re both soaked through with sweat and arousal and I can feel the sheets are damp below my back. I don’t care. Instead of feeling tired, I feel energized and powerful.
Instead of answering Landon, I rub my clit eagerly against his body. The sensation fills me with delicious, cascading pleasure that seems to grip me between the legs. I moan loudly, throwing my head back and biting my lip through my orgasm. The sounds emerging from me don’t even sound human. I sound like a wild animal. Maybe I am. I don’t care. All I care about is Landon.
“God, baby,” Landon grunts. “You’re so fuckin’ good. I’m gonna come in you.”
“Please,” I beg. My orgasm is still fading through my body and I groan as I feel Landon’s cock begin to twitch and spasm inside of my pussy. A hot gush of semen explodes inside of me and I groan at the delicious sensation.
When it’s over, Landon and I gaze into each other’s eyes. The air feels charged, tense. I shiver—he’s back to staring at me like he can see right through my soul. We’re still connected, and when I feel him start to slide out of me, I grip my legs more tightly around his waist.
“Stay,” I whisper. “I wanna fall asleep with you inside of me.”
Landon chuckles. He gently pulls my legs free and flops on the bed beside of me. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me close.
Soon, the only sound I can hear in the room is the sound of my heart thudding. Landon nuzzles me softly and pulls a sheet over our bodies.
“Landon,” I say softly. My voice sounds strange. “Can we talk?”
Landon sighs. He rakes a hand through his blonde hair. “Vivian, come on,” he says slowly. “Just relax, okay? Let’s just get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
A lump forms in my throat. Landon closes his eyes and I stare at his perfect face, wondering what it is about him that intrigues me so. I can’t help the way I feel–it’s the way Landon Lockhart has always made me feel.
But why?
“Landon,” I begin slowly. “I want to talk now. Not tomorrow.”
Landon doesn’t answer. When I prod him gently on the shoulder, he starts to snore.
Rolling my eyes, I pull the sheet over my body. A heavy feeling descends over me and I frown, wishing that I knew what to do.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I have to believe that soon, Landon will finally feel strong enough to tell me the truth about his feelings.