I glance down between us as I ride him and see the traces of red on his cock. Surprisingly the streaks of blood don’t cause any flares of embarrassment. Feelings of possession bloom in my chest, and I begin to move faster as I ride him. Mine.
Every time he looks down at his dick, he’ll be reminded of my innocence.
“Fuck, Serena. You’re so fucking tight, you’re going to make me come.”
I whimper in response to his comment. His breaths are becoming more labored and I can tell he’s struggling with not unleashing his seed inside of me.
Part of me wants to tell him to go for it. Come inside of me. Make me a woman, completely. I’ve only recently learned that I have a reckless side and that Serena wants to watch Landon’s cum stream out of her cunt.
Since when do I use the word cunt?
“Is that what you want?” I look down at him, as I submerge his dick completely inside of me. I rotate my hips and squeeze as hard as I can before raising my eyebrow at him. The angle that we’re in has allowed his coarse pubic hair to graze over my clit every few strokes and the feeling sends a jolt of electricity through my body every time. I lean over, letting my breasts hang just out of his lips reach and his pulse flickers in his neck as his hungry eyes feast on my nipples. They flit back to mine just as he grabs my ass and flips us over so I’m on my back.
I lock my legs behind him, just as his thrusts begin to get more aggressive. “Fuck, I want to come inside of you so bad,” he whispers against my neck just before he drags his tongue across it. “I can’t.” He grunts. “But I will. Eventually, I will come inside of you. And I’ll fill you up. You’ll spend an entire day walking around with me inside of you. You’ll be so fucking full, it’ll drip out of you.” He grins against my neck and I feel myself ready to fall over the edge just from his words.
“Landon,” I whimper as I fist the sheets on both sides. “Oh my God, I think I’m going to come.”
“Fuck. Me too,” he growls. “If you come with me inside of you, I’m going to fucking lose it.”
“Lose it,” I groan. In this moment, I think I’m likely to agree to anything so long as he stays inside of me. The orgasm is so close I can taste it.
“I can’t,” his voice is strained, like the thought of leaving my body pains him. “Baby, I need to pull out.”
“No!” I squeeze as hard as I can just as I feel my entire body splintering into a million pieces. My eyes flutter shut and my body begins to soar. A light flashes behind my eyelids and I feel my body begin to shake. LANDON! My mind screams, but maybe I screamed it out loud because I vaguely hear him in my ear telling me to say his name again. My clit throbs with need as I shiver and squirm in his arms and find my spectacular release. “Oh God, Landon, I’m coming!”
I finally manage to open my eyes as the orgasm slowly wanes just in time to watch his cum explode across my stomach. His breath is ragged and his arms are stretched taut on either side of my head, the veins bulging from his muscular arms. I look up into his dark eyes, trailing my gaze down his chest and the smattering of hair, down his happy trail to his dick. The thicket of hair is groomed, yet with so much masculinity, it makes my mouth water. “Landon,” I whisper, as my eyes move from his body to mine. My naked body that is covered in a layer of him.
“Fuck, Serena. You feel so good, baby.” His hands are on me, rubbing his semen into my skin. Hands that are somewhat rough and also smooth rubbing my nipples, pinching them between his fingers and dragging his thumbs over the tips. “You have the most perfect tits, Serena.” He shakes them, enthralled by how they move and it’s as if he’s never seen a pair of breasts before.
A sigh escapes my lips, a high-pitched whimper followed by a squeal as he lifts me into his arms like I weigh no more than a feather. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He carries me back into the bathroom and sets me on the counter, the cool marble on my warm ass causing goosebumps to pop up everywhere and I hiss in response. “Cold?” he asks as he starts the bathtub and begins filling it with bubbles. The smell of lavender fills my nostrils and I bite my lip as I watch his muscular form stand over the tub. It makes my sex tingle and reminds me of what’s been there and hopefully what’s to come. Once he’s satisfied with the temperature, he crosses the room, his cock slowly rising again as he walks towards me and stands between my legs. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing.” I’m sure I have an almost dream-like expression on my face as I think about the fact that I’ve recently become a woman. “You’re incredible,” I whisper.
He leans down and kisses my nose gently before he opens my legs. He presses two fingers to his lips before running them through my slit. “So perfect.”
He lifts me into his arms and places me in the tub and I hiss as the hot water hits my skin and loosens my muscles. I’ve barely settled before he slides in behind me and I’m pressed up against his chest and between his legs. He wraps his arms around me and kisses the side of my head. “You’re so quiet,” I tell him.
“I’m…just letting it all soak in.” His fingers find the space between my thighs, rubbing the sore, slick skin and removing the traces of blood.
“What?”
“You. This. Us.” He tells me as he peppers kisses on my shoulder and sucks the skin into his mouth.
“There’s an…us?” I turn my head, a smile forming on my lips.
“If you want there to be.”
I turn in his arms and climb into his lap, so that I’m sitting directly on his cock. “I want,” I tell him before I attack his mouth. “I want you so fucking much.” I grip the back of his head, slipping my hands through his hair and massaging his scalp. “Fuck me.”
His face lights up as he cups mine gently. “You’re so beautiful.” He tells me as I sink down on his cock again.
An hour, a bottle of wine and a large pizza later, Landon and I are wrapped up in each other on his couch underneath a cashmere blanket, sharing mindless kisses and touches as we watch television.
“How will it be at work?” I rub my nose against his chin and snuggle closer into his embrace.
“You mean besides me going crazy with jealousy when those fuckers look at you?”
I roll my eyes and rub my hand along his thigh in attempts to calm the beast. “No one is looking at me.”
“Everyone is looking at you and it drives me insane. Their eyes feasting on you when they think no one is looking. When they think I’m not looking. You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” His lips find my ear, and he takes it between his teeth.
I smile at his words. “I think you’re exaggerating.”
“And I think you need to come again. Lie back.” I giggle in response as he moves us quickly so that he’s hovering over me. “Part your legs,” he whispers and reaches under his t-shirt that I happened to be wearing. “You’re sore, but not too much for my mouth.” He winks at me as he descends down my body, leaving feather kisses in his wake as he makes it to my pussy. He’s just about to make contact with my sex when the doorbell rings, followed by three raps. I frown as he sits up looking towards the door and then back at me. “Who the hell could that be?” He crosses the length of the room and peeks his head out of the window and when his head snaps back to look at me, his eyes are wide. “Shit,” he whispers. “It’s your dad.”
“What!” I exclaim.
“Go upstairs. Don’t make a sound,” he urges as he leads me out of the room before he presses a kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”
I scramble up the stairs, but I don’t go to his room. I sit on the step as I prepare to hear what my dad has to say.
Thank God he had me park in the garage. Imagine if my dad saw my car parked out front.
I hear the door open and his voice floods the room. “Lan.”
“P.” I hear the door close and a few steps but I believe they’re congregated in the foyer and I wonder if it’s because Landon didn’t hide the two wine glasses sitting on his coffee table or the obvious fact that he isn’t alone.
“Staying in tonight?”
“Yep.”
“Listen, Landon, about earlier…” I hear a deep sigh. “I was an asshole. I know you’d never hurt my daughter…you’d never be inappropriate with her. I never should have insinuated that you’d do that shit. To us. To Viv…” He trails off and I can’t stop the tears from welling in my eyes. I press my hand to my mouth as I think about what it’s going to do to my father when he finds out. What it’s going to do to Landon and my father’s relationship when this comes out.
Would we ever come out?
Landon doesn’t say anything and the awkward silence dwells on. I crane my head, thinking maybe they’re whispering when I hear my father’s voice again. “Okay, well…do you want to go grab a drink, maybe?”
“Actually, now’s not a good time.” I can’t see Landon’s face, but I do hear the dismissive tone in his voice.
“Company?” My father asks, and I note the implication.
“Nope. Just doing some work.”
“Well, want to watch the game? Pats should be on in an hour.”
“P, tonight’s not a good night. How about tomorrow?”
“What’s with you, man?” he asks. “Come out with me. Are things still going on…with you and,” he clears his throat, “Miss Barrett?”
“No,” he barks, and I can’t ignore the twinge of jealousy that comes from hearing her name. “That’s over.”
“And she hasn’t quit yet, I’m shocked.” I hear the lightness in his tone, and I’m sure he has a smile on his face.
“Preston, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
“Alright. Well…” I hear his him trail off and then more silence after a bit of shuffling. “Two wine glasses?”
Fuck.
“Preston…”
“You couldn’t just be up front? I would have left. Where’d you meet this one? God, please tell me no one from the firm?”
I don’t hear him reply and I wonder if he’s shooting him a look because my dad speaks again.
He chuckles. “Alright, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess. Enjoy your night.”
The door closes and then I hear Landon coming up the stairs. He turns the corner and then he’s kneeling on the stair in front of me. “Serena,” he whispers.
“I can’t believe he showed up…and he said…he said that you…” A lone tear trickles down my cheek and his thumb wipes away the tear.
“He didn’t love the idea of us in his office.” I nod and he sits next to me on the step. “So, you know what this means, right, baby?”
“We can’t…” I clear my throat, preparing to expel the words from my throat, but I feel them getting caught. “Be together?” The thought is like a jolt of sadness to my heart and, for a second, I swear it skips a beat.
“What?” His eyes snap to mine and his hands find my cheeks. “No…no, God no. I’m not giving you up. I just meant no fooling around at work. We have to be professional.” He rests his elbows on his knees and looks at me. “And one day when we decide we’re ready, I’ll talk to Preston…somehow.” He chuckles darkly. “And pray he doesn’t kill me.”
Over the course of the next month, Landon and I try to maintain a modicum of professionalism and, for the most part, we’ve kept it together. But there have been a few slips. A few lingering hungry gazes, a hand that grazes down my back when he thinks no one is looking, a chaste kiss to his lips when I think no one is looking. But we’ve laid low for the most part. The only time that he’s come close to blowing our cover has been when I get male attention.
I’ve just stepped out to get some coffee when I sense someone in my periphery. “Serena Mitchell, you’re a hard person to see,” Justin jokes as he falls into step with me as I walk to the nearby coffee shop.
“Hey, Justin.” I smile, and even though we are off the firm premises and not even within sight range of the windows in Landon’s office, I swear I can feel his eyes on me. I look up at Justin, and I’ll admit he’s quite attractive, but he does nothing for me. “What’s up?”
“Not much, I’ve just been preparing like crazy for this hearing on Friday. I don’t think I’ve even slept.” He chuckles. “But I was thinking maybe we can get a drink after I have my life back?” We find ourselves at the coffee shop, and he opens the door for me. “After you, Miss Mitchell.” The coffee shop looks like your standard hipster, trying so hard not to be a Starbucks complete with exposed brick and colorful loungers.
“Thank you.” I smile and, right on time, my phone begins to ring. LW appears on my screen and when I send him to voicemail I realize I also have a text from him.
LW: Didn’t I say no coffee?
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath. How the hell does he know? Does he have like a sixth sense about me? It’s kind of hot, but I wish he understood that he has nothing to worry about. It’s him who has me screaming every night. It’s him who makes me fall deeper and deeper. It’s Landon I’m risking everything for. No man could be a threat to him.
“So, what do you think?”
“About what?” I ask as we make our way through the line to the front.
“Drinks? Or dinner on Friday?”
“Oh.” I nod. “Right. That’s actually not going to work, I don’t think.”
“Oh…okay, well maybe some other time?”
“Actually, Justin.” I shake my head. “I’m kind of seeing someone.” What a lie. If kind of seeing someone is code for being passionately infatuated then, sure, I’m ‘kind of’ seeing Landon West.
We place our orders and stand idly waiting for our coffees. “A drink is harmless, though. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” He grins as he crosses his heart. A grin I’m sure has worked a thousand times and gotten him a thousand girls, but it doesn’t do much for me.
I’m about to answer when I feel a hand wrap around my elbow and tug me towards a wall of muscle. “Serena.” Dark brown eyes smile down at me, crinkles forming in the corners and a deep shadow around his mouth that I’d sat on just this morning.
Shit. “Mr. West.” I nod and his eyes roam my body lasciviously.
Geeze, Landon can you not do that with an audience? I raise an eyebrow at him in question when Justin interrupts.
“Don’t you usually send people out to get your coffee?” Justin asks with a hint of judgment in his voice.
“I decided I needed some fresh air.” He gives a smug grin before he turns to me. “Serena, you’re needed back in the office.”
Translation: get your cute little ass away from this douchebag.
“Of course, just let me just get my coffee.” I point at the barista.
Translation: Calm down.
“I’ll wait and walk you back,” he answers.
Translation: No.
Justin stares at us, like he’s an outsider looking in, confused. “Land—”
“I said,” he looks at Justin, “I’ll walk her back. You’re dismissed.”
Great.
I shoot Justin an apologetic look as he leaves, his eyes looking back every few seconds towards me, and I wonder if he’s putting two and two together.
I really hope not.
“Really, Landon?” I say as he drags me by my elbow outside and away from work, further down the street. “Let me go.” We turn a corner down a side street and he pushes me against the brick.
“What did I say?”
“I didn’t have coffee with him, relax, will you?” I roll my eyes cheekily, glad to indulge in his little game.
“No. I most certainly will not relax, Serena,” he snaps. His eyes are so full of heat they’re burning and melting my insides. His lips are on mine before I can respond, his tongue almost down my throat with possession, and his hand reaches up my skirt. He pulls away leaving me breathless but keeps his hand between my legs. “Let me give you a little piece of advice. That man wants to fuck you, and if you don’t want me to put my fist through his face, I would keep your distance.”
“Landon, he d…d…doesn’t want me.” I stammer, my brain to mouth connectivity slowly short-circuiting as his fingers begin to rub my wet clit. Fuck. I turn to the left towards the street. Anyone could walk by and see Landon with his hand up my skirt.
“Bullshit. Every man with a working dick wants you and it drives me fucking crazy.” He flicks my clit and I all but scream before I throw a hand over my mouth to muffle the cry. “Guys like that are horny fucks that will leave you in a mess of sorrow and STDs if you let them. Is that what you want?”
“No,” I reply weakly. Landon has never withheld an orgasm from me before, as it’s usually his mission to get me off as much as possible when we’re together, but the edge of his tone makes me wonder if he’s prepared to leave me hanging at any second.
“Good girl.” He coos as he presses his lips to my forehead. He doesn’t say anything, as his fingers continue to rub me and dip inside me every few strokes. God, I’m close. “No one can touch you, Serena. This special place between your legs is too precious to share with anyone. Not even me. But like the silly little doe you are, you gave the lion a taste.” His lips are so close to mine, I taste his words before I hear them and they melt me. “And now I can’t get enough…I know it’s the cliché that a young woman becomes clingy and obsessive to the man that takes her virginity…”
“I’m not clingy…” I blurt out. I understand that he’s extremely busy, that I’m not his top priority, and I never asked to be made one.
“I fucking know that, Serena.” He grits out. “Sometimes you walk by me in the office without another glance while I’m all but salivating at the sight of you. Like I didn’t rim your ass with two fingers inside of your dripping cunt hours prior. You don’t bat an eye when women flirt. You don’t react, and it drives me insane. You’re so calm and collected. I’m the one that’s obsessed.”
Obsessed. With…me?
“I’m addicted to you.” He continues. “To your sounds, your tastes, your looks. Every one of your senses make mine come alive. You make me come alive.”
“Oh my God.” I moan and I don’t know if it’s his words or the feeling between my legs that cause the reaction.
“God, I need you.”
“Now?”
“Yes. I need to be inside of you.”
“But we said…”
“I know what we said. But I need you more than I can fucking breathe right now. It makes me crazy that I can’t claim you. That I have to watch men hit on you.”
“I told Justin that I was seeing someone.”
“But not me, you didn’t tell him you were seeing me.”
“Obviously.”
“I wish you had.”
“No, you don’t. You’re just being a caveman.”
“Your caveman.” He growls. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, then my top, my eyes trained on his before dropping to his mouth effectively giving my answer. “My car. Twenty minutes.”