5
Cass
I watched him walk away and sighed. That sucked.
I’d never been turned down before. Not that I’d done much asking. But still. Rejection stung. ”Well, I tried, Jeannie. The lumberjack just doesn’t want me.” I went upstairs and picked up where I left off.
Double checking the drain this time, I turned the water on full blast to flush away any creepy crawlies that might be lingering. When I was convinced I’d be showering alone, I adjusted the temperature and got undressed. I scrubbed and lathered and rinsed the road trip off me and slipped into some warm and comfy polka dot pajamas.
I crawled into the huge king bed and snuggled deep into the soft, expensive linens, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
My body was tired but my mind wouldn’t stop— pretty normal for me. Usually, I’m stuck thinking about my undergrads or whether I’ve gathered enough sources for my thesis or even numbers in general.
A busy mind was kind of my thing.
But the chatter in my head tonight was very different. All I could think of was Landon and that woodsy, masculine scent I’d caught when I hugged him, and the gorgeous blue eyes I hadn’t noticed before because I was too busy staring at his ripply chest and abs. Or how he made me feel when he looked down at me with undeniable heat in his eyes. It was only there for a moment but I saw it.
My hands slid down my body and into the waist of my PJs.
If he wouldn’t then I’d have to take care of business myself. I spread my legs wide and...
Knock knock knock.
My heart stopped.
Could it be? God, I hoped so.
I hopped out of bed, ran downstairs and threw the door open, grateful that it actually was Landon standing there all perfect and gorgeous and not some weirdo knocking on my door in the middle of the night.
“Hi.” I barely got out the word before he rushed me, picking me up and kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. I melted under him as he held my face and wedged me between the wall and his hips. My head spun as he claimed my mouth, probing and tasting me while he tugged at my pajama top. He pulled away to take it off, leaving me breathless and drunk on his kisses.
He leaned back, hips still pinning me to the wall and looked at me. “What great little tits,” he said.
I looked down. “Yeah, they’re small but I make up for it with my ass.”
Landon smirked, a playful twinkle in his eye. “What’s to make up for? They’re fucking perfect.” He cupped one, tweaking my nip as he claimed my neck, sucking and licking, making me groan and pull him closer.
Holy fuck I didn’t know it could be like this.
I was totally lost in him and the sensations he coaxed from me. I rocked against his hips, pressing myself against his very hard, very large bulge, feeling myself growing hotter and wetter and wanting so much for him to take me right there in the foyer.
He chuckled softly against my neck. “In a hurry?”
I shook my head. “You just turn me on so much.”
Landon growled at my words, probably the sexiest noise I’d ever heard in my whole life. “As much as I’d like to fuck you right here against this wall— and let me tell you that’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about— I’m not going to rush through this. You’re getting my A game, honey.”
I whimpered, pressing myself against him even more. Landon tangled his hand in my hair, tugging my head to the side. “You keep doing that and I’ll have to restrain you,” he rumbled in my ear.
The thought of being totally helpless and vulnerable to this god of a man made my whole body tingle.
Landon noticed, pulling away to look at me. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
I nodded, feeling my cheeks grow warm and red.
In one smooth motion, Landon pulled me off the wall, tightened his grip on my ass and carried me upstairs. He chucked me on the bed. “Take off your pants,” he said.
I shimmied out of my embarrassing polka dot pajamas without hesitation.
Landon nodded, giving me the once-over, letting his eyes linger on the wet spot on the front of my panties. He smirked at me then bent down and picked up my pajama pants.
“What are you—” But before I could ask Landon pounced, straddling me and grabbing my wrists. He tied me up with my PJs, my fuzzy pink polka dot PJs, and then tied them to the headboard.
He looked at his handiwork a moment, then met my gaze, an impish glint in his eyes. “That should do,” he said and tugged off my ruined underwear. “Tell me, Cass,” he purred as he stroked up and down my thigh with the pad of his finger. “How many times would you like to come tonight?”
“Uh, I’m good with just once, I think.”
He sure looked like he knew his way around the female anatomy and holy hell he was hot but I was the only one who’d ever successfully gotten myself to orgasm. And even that took battery assistance.
He grinned at me, a full on Hollywood-leading-man gleaming smile. “Well, how about I start with one and we see how it goes.” He sat on the bed between my knees and gently pushed my legs apart. “Oh, honey, you’ve got such a pretty little pussy.”
If my hands hadn’t been tied I would have hidden behind them.
“And you’re so fucking wet.”
I whimpered under his scrutiny.
A dark look crossed his features. “You know I was going to draw this out and tease you a bit. But I think if I just...” And just like that he had two thick fingers inside me, pressing hard and fast against my inner wall while his thumb stroked up and down on my clit.
The pressure built so fast I hardly recognized what was happening.
And then I did. “Oh fuck, holy shit, I’m gonna...” I came so hard and so quickly I couldn’t even finish the sentence. I bucked all over the bed, screaming and moaning as wave after wave crashed into me over and over again until I thought there was no way there could be more. But there was more. It was the longest orgasm I’d ever had and Landon kept stroking my clit and g-spot, milking it for every last bit.
When it finally stopped I laid on the bed shaking and twitching.
Landon looked down at me, huge grin spanning ear to ear. “Are you sure you only want one?