Chapter 23 (Asher)
This isn't happening—there's no way Landon's kissing me right now.
But when his tongue finds mine—tentatively, delicately, and my groin strains against my damp jeans...I know it's definitely happening.
Landon is fucking kissing me.
And hell if I'm going to do anything to stop it. I'm too much of a selfish bastard for that.
Instead my hand slides to the back of his neck and I deepen the kiss. He follows my lead, exploring my mouth with urgency and I walk him backward until his back meets his door.
He tries to come up for air, but I won't let him, because I know what's awaiting me with that breath of fresh air—clarity on his part—and I want to soak up this moment for as long as I can.
He fights for air and grips my shirt “Did you fuck that guy?”
I pull back and stare down at him. “What?”
His nostrils flare. “The guy who answered your phone. Did you fuck him?”
“No. I couldn't do it.”
I don't mention that it was a guy and a girl, because that point is moot now. None of it matters if Landon wants me.
“Why?” His eyes drop down to my lips and I crush my pelvis against his. I bite back a groan when I feel that he's just as hard as I am.
I give him a cocky smile. “Why do you think, nerd?”
He's not amused. “Answer the fucking question.”
I lick his bottom lip, “Because you're the only thing I see lately.” I nip at his jaw. “And if you don't feel the same, you better tell me right now.”
Our hips brush and arousal prickles my skin. “Does this feel like I don't want you, Asher?” His eyebrows draw together. “But—”
No, I don't want to hear what his but entails, because I know it will be about her.
Just like I also know I might not ever get this chance with him again, so I don't want to ruin it.
The rain outside is coming down in sheets, soaking everything including the ground around us, but I drop down to my knees anyway.
His throat bobs on a swallow and he looks like he wants to protest, but can't bring himself to, which only turns me on more.
The way I see it is...if I'm granted this one night before I turn back into a pumpkin. I'm going to spend it giving Landon the best damn blowjob he's ever received. One he won't be able to forget no matter how hard he tries.
I lift his shirt and the muscles of his stomach contract under my touch. He's trembling, no doubt equal parts scared and aroused, but when I motion for him to take off his shirt for me, he obliges.
I take my time with him, kissing and licking over the taut skin of his abdomen, letting him get used to the fact that it's stubble he feels and not the soft cheeks of a girl.
I'm usually the one on the receiving end of a blowjob...but I don't want to be tonight. Because this is about him and how much I fucking want him...whichever way I can have him.
I look up at him and his eyes are closed. I can't tell if it's in turmoil or pleasure, because he won't say a word. He's not frozen, but he's certainly not what I would call willing, either. And that's a deal breaker for me. I'm not expecting declarations or for him to bend over right now, but I am expecting him to show some kind of interest.
I stop kissing his stomach and stand up. His eyes pop open, sadness flashing in them.
“You don't want this,” I say but he shakes his head. “It's not that.”
My heart free falls, because if it's not that. It's her.
He feels like he's cheating on her. Even though they're not together. Even though she ended things with him and ignored him when she went out of the Country.
He feels like being with me is wronging her somehow.
I should respect that. Because even though I don't respect her for doing that to him...I should respect his feelings on the matter.
I should...but I don't.
Because fuck her.
She shouldn't have let him slip through her fingers for God only knows what reason.
Right now, he's mine. And as long as Landon still wants me...I'm going to fight like hell for him.
I rest both my arms on the wall on either side of his head and lean in, purposely ghosting my lips over his. “Who's in front of you right now?”
“What—”
“Who's here, right in front of you, Landon? Who's standing in front of you realizing everything you have to offer?”
He squeezes his eyes shut. “You are.”
I lick his bottom lip and he groans, his mouth falling open. I take the opportunity to tease and lick the tip of his tongue, letting him know exactly how I plan to tease him below before the night is over.
When he moans, I incline my head and kiss his neck. Not one of those dainty kisses either, I suck his skin into my mouth, purposely marking him.
“Do you want me?” My voice comes out in a gruff rasp. I'm so fucking turned on right now I can barely see straight.
When he nods, I trail my lips along his throat, finally stopping just above his ear. “Then take out your cock so I can put it in my mouth.”
His head hits the back of the door and his breath comes out in quick, sharp bursts. The sound of him undoing his belt and lowering his zipper is so loud it almost echoes as I drop to my knees before him again.
When I see that his cock is still contained in his boxers, I give him a look. He bites his lip in return and raises a brow as if to say, 'Take them off me yourself'.
I rise to the challenge and give him a smirk as I lower my mouth to him, purposely teasing his erection through the fabric of his boxers with both my lips and warm breath. I soon find the opening, and the second I graze his skin he curses and bucks his hips.
I dart my tongue out and dab the wet spot on his boxers. “Take them off,” I growl, my need for him coming to a peak.
Less than a second later, he pulls them down and his cock springs out, heavy and thick for me.
My balls ache so bad, my own cock is begging to join the fun, but I don't focus on that right now.
Because I want to make Landon go crazy and scream my name loud enough to wake up the dead.
I grip the base of his erection and he stares down at me, lust and heat blazing in those brown eyes of his.
I silently smile to myself, he's probably expecting me to just get down to business, but that's not the way I operate. I'm not taking him in my mouth fully until I hear him beg for it.
His breath catches in surprise when I hold his dick in my hand and flick my tongue along the seam of his balls. I part my lips and pluck one into my mouth, watching in amusement when his nails dig into the door.
His mouth opens and he lets out a deep groan when I release him with a plop and lap at the bead of pre-come on his tip, tasting him. When I give it a kiss and pull back slightly—his eyes focus like lasers on the thin string of fluid between us and I hear his whoosh of breath.
“Fuck—” he starts to say before I lap at him again, savoring the salty liquid.
“I want more of that,” I murmur against him, pressing my tongue into the slit of his dick.
“Then take it,” he counters with a cocky grin. “Take it all. Right fucking now.”
Fuck me—Landon telling me to take him is one of the hottest things I've ever heard in my life.
I pump him in my hand and run my thumb along the bulging vein on the underside of his shaft. I plan on running my tongue over it soon. But first—I stretch my lips over him and pull that broad bulbous head of his into my mouth.
Then I still myself and look up at him.
He swallows hard, his body going slack against the door in defeat. “Please,” he finally chokes out a moment later. “I need your mouth.”
I slide down as far as I can take him and he sputters a curse into the air.
I go slow, taking my time, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth, the way his thick vein throbs against my tongue as I take him deeper and deeper with every thrust.
“Asher,” he rasps and I reward him by picking up my pace. He punches the wall and pivots his hips forward, fighting with himself.
I take one of his hands and place it on my head, letting him know it's okay. One of the perks of giving another guy a blow job is knowing first-hand what feels good.
He grips my hair and my jaw goes slack to make it easier for what he so badly wants to do. He pauses for a moment, still unsure. But then I suck him deeper and harder, purposely goading him into fucking my face.
His grip on my hair tightens and he releases a growl from deep within his chest as he grinds and pumps furiously. My balls clench, it's so fucking hot watching him lose control like this.
When he pauses in between thrusts, I take over and suction my mouth around him. I quicken my movements until I'm gagging, wanting to bring him over the edge.
“God, that feels so good,” he says before a groan tears out of him and he screams, “Fuck, I'm gonna come.”
His dick pulses and jerks. I take the opportunity to reach down and gently tug his balls as he fills my mouth and I greedily swallow every drop of him.
He grabs my hair again, this time pulling me up before he crushes his mouth against mine.
I figured he'd push me away, maybe tell me it was all a mistake, but he breaks the kiss and goes for my zipper.
“I need to return the favor.” He swallows. “I mean, I've never done it before but I can try—”
I laugh and the tips of my fingers trace the stubble on his cheek. I'm not usually this affectionate with guys, or girls for that matter, especially after sex, but Landon somehow brings it out of me. “The only thing I want from you tonight are these lips on mine, okay?”
And it's the truth. I don't want to overwhelm him, no matter how much my dick hates me for it currently.
“Are you sure?”
I nod and he takes a step back, tucking himself into his jeans.
“I take it you're sleeping over tonight?” he questions as he opens the door.
“Only if you want me to.”
He reaches for my hand and pulls me toward him, giving me his answer.