A wall of anger comes charging towards me and my eyes widen as I take in Landon’s aggressive stature. His shoulders are square, his angular jaw—that often looks like it could cut glass—looks like it’s ready to slice me in half. He’s like a bull and I’m that red cape they wave in front of it, provoking it. Testing it. Fuck.
My eyes dart to the guy next to me. Micah, the sweet TA from my senior seminar that doesn’t deserve what he’s about to witness. The man that’s going to get caught in the crosshairs of this destruction. He doesn’t see the storm headed our way, as his gaze is cast downward, his highlighter dragging over the words in the textbook, unbeknownst to the murderous glare Landon is giving us. I can hear the sounds of Clair de Lune flowing out of his earbuds and I can only hope that Landon keeps his voice down for more reasons than us being in a quiet library.
He stands in front of our table, for a moment, and due to the quiet atmosphere, I swear I can hear his heart pounding in his chest. Despite the weird space we’re in, the noise has a direct line with the pounding between my legs. My eyes leave his and immediately go to his crotch, my eyes raking over the bulge growing behind the jeans. I lick my lips, and my teeth find my bottom lip as I try to ignore the feelings of lust coursing through me.
He’s extraordinarily gorgeous when he’s angry. Wow.
When my eyes find his again, they’re softer, as if my lustful gaze has calmed him a little and just like that another feeling spikes inside of me. I swallow, trying to calm the burn in my throat and wishing I hadn’t just finished off the last of the water in front of me. I let out a breath, just as his lips mouth one word.
Come.
I stand, not bothering to alert the guy next to me that I’m leaving. I move past Landon, letting the familiar scent surround me, and my senses immediately recognize the smell. My body begins to prepare itself, having affiliated Landon’s scent with coming…a lot. I feel the moisture between my legs with every step and just when I think I can’t get any wetter, I feel his hand at my lower back.
I try to walk faster to pull away from his grasp as we pass rows and rows of books, people sleeping between them, their heads resting on their open books as they prepare for the end of the semester, but his hand only tightens around me.
I pull him into a room, the stacks, to be more specific. A small room tucked in the back of all libraries that according to Zoey, was infamous for intermittent study breaks. Study breaks which were a euphemism for sex.
The small room is dimly lit, giving the lighting of a scary movie, which is perfect because the look in Landon’s brown eyes is absolutely terrifying. Those eyes search my face, his nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths in and out.
He’s pissed.
No shit, Serena! “Landon, I—” His eyes move to my lips, just as his hands find my neck, stroking my pulse point that quivers every few moments.
“Quiet,” he murmurs, as he lowers his lips to ghost along my cheek and down my neck.
I ignore his order, feeling slightly braver than usual. “I asked you not to come here.” The bite into my flesh, makes me regret it. “Ow, Landon.” I raise my hands to his chest and push back, but his hands are faster, reaching around me and gripping my hips tightly, keeping us pressed against each other. “Landon, stop...”
“No.” His eyes squeeze shut as he turns his head away from me, and I wonder if he’s trying to hide how angry he is or something else entirely. “Who’s the guy?” he grits out as I feel his cock rocking against me and I find myself slowly raising on my tiptoes so that it will rub against my sex and not my navel. “Is he why you didn’t want me to come? Why you ran out of there this morning? You have a hot study date?” His tone is mocking, but if I’m not mistaken there’s a hint of hurt underlying.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Landon. He’s my teacher’s assistant. He’s helping me with my paper. A paper I told you I had to work on.”
“You left.” He stops his ministrations and backs up to stare at me. He looks like he’s at war with himself. “So, you get mad at me, and then hang out with another guy?”
“You know that’s not what this is. You’re overreacting,” I tell him as I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Careful, Bambi. You’re on thin fucking ice. I told you, no dinner, no coffee, no other fucking men, Serena. Don’t you dare pretend like you think I’d be okay with this,” he snarls in a tone so gruff and aggressive I feel my knees buckle slightly.
I straighten and put my hands on my hips. “Landon, we’re studying! That is not the same and you know it. I didn’t think...”
“Didn’t think what? Think I’d be insanely jealous to find you alone with another man? And you claim to have this high IQ.” His hands move under my dress and between my legs. It’s one of the last of the warm days in Connecticut and I figured I would celebrate the occasion with bare legs under my final dress of the season. The jury is out on whether this was a good decision or a bad one. I whimper when his hand makes contact with the waistband of my panties. He snaps the fabric against my skin and I flinch when it ignites a fire between my legs.
“You’ve ignored me all fucking day. You could barely look at me this morning, and now I show up here and you’re with some asshole?”
“You’re the only asshole here,” I grumble. Really, Serena, you think poking the beast is going to help?
I smirk inwardly. It might.
“Careful, Serena.”
He gets down on one knee in front of me and raises my dress and presses his face to my sex. “I’m going to fuck you here. With my mouth, so you remember just who you fucking belong to. So, you remember that when I say no other men, it means no fucking other men. Before we leave, you’re going to come…twice, and then when you’ve successfully done so, we’re going to walk out of here. You will then politely or not so politely, frankly, I couldn’t give a fuck either way, tell your little friend that this study date is officially over, and then I’m going to spend the rest of tonight fucking your pretty pussy in my bed.”
“Landon…” I whimper as I feel his breath on that slick skin between my thighs. My underwear has already been sent down my legs when he presses his lips to my sex.
It only takes one lick through my folds for me to forget that just this morning I had wanted to put space between us. Space, so that he could figure out things with his son, and space so that I could learn to detach myself from him in preparation for when he inevitably ended things.
Those feelings are long gone.
Landon’s mouth on my sex felt like every single one of my nerves were standing on end; a feeling so intense that I can’t pinpoint exactly where the source is coming from. It feels like a storm is brewing underneath my skin that is prepared to do significant catastrophic damage. It feels like he’s setting me on fire, a full-blown inferno he’s started with his tongue.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
I can’t see.
I’m everywhere and nowhere. The feeling is so intense, I can barely muster the strength to speak with the exception of, “Oh God.” He opens me up even more, bringing my leg to rest over his right shoulder and I hold my dress up so that I can see the scene unfold beneath me. I grab a hold of the steel fixture behind me as I begin to rock against his face, my body building with every flick of his tongue. I turn my face into my arm, biting down hard as I try to quiet the cries leaving my lips.
“Lan—” I moan as I clench and writhe and move with vigor against his perfect face, his beard feeling like tiny spikes on my inner thighs. A delicious pain that I want to feel over and over again. Landon has tapped into something I’d never felt ever in my life: a sexual, wanton woman who craves this feeling.
Chases it.
Devours it.
When Landon is feasting on me this way, I’m not the quiet, timid Serena Mitchell, that plays by the rules. I’m the Goddess, that brought a God to his knees and I’m drunk on that power. The orgasmic high. I’d never felt anything quite like the profound sexual magnetism between Landon and me before.
Physically or mentally.
How can I let this man go?
“Fuck, Landon, I’m going to cum,” I groan as I feel my left leg begin to quake under the force of the pleasure spreading throughout. His hands grip my ass, holding me steady as his thick tongue licks every inch of my sex before settling on my clit and licking it with such rapid force I feel like I could pass out.
“I love hearing you say fuck.”
“Fuck,” I repeat. I look down and, in the low lighting of the room, I can see his penetrating gaze looking up at me. “Don’t stop.” I could swear I heard him say never but the words are drowned out by my muffled moans as I fall over the edge. “Oh my God, Landon!” I grip his head and pull him closer as I ride out the rest of my climax. “Fuck me, please,” I whisper into the thick sexual haze surrounding us. “Not with your mouth. With your cock. Please,” I beg.
He flattens his tongue and takes one final lick through my sex before he stands, looming over me.
“What did I tell you was going to happen before we left this room.” My body is still hypersensitive as I come down from the mind-numbing orgasm so I’m not prepared when I feel a pinch to the sensitive flesh. I cry out and he swallows my moans with a kiss that is equal parts passionate and possessive. I taste myself on his lips and I’m hungry for more. So much more. He pulls away but continues the assault on the space between my legs. “I told you I was going to make you come twice. I want to taste your orgasm again.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” My eyes flutter closed in rapid succession as I bat my lashes, feeding the beast inside of him that wants to devour the innocent deer inside of me.
“That kind of backtalk should have you on your knees,” he growls at me, and while I don’t doubt he wants my mouth on his cock, the sound of his pants hitting the linoleum floors makes me think I’m about to get my way.
“Legs around my waist, Serena.” I obey his order instantly as he hoists me into his arms and presses me against the cool metal of the bookshelf. “Take my dick out.” I do as he says and, holding his hard velvety member in my hand, I run my thumb over the tip, collecting the drops of precum.
“Is it for my mouth or my pussy?” I ask him. I stick my tongue out slightly and run it over my thumb, licking his seed from my skin.
He watches the scene, transfixed before he slams his hand against the metal. “Fuck, Serena. When you say shit like that...It’s for all of you. Every goddamn drop is for you.” He pulls his cock from my hands and pushes through my opening forcefully. “Everything is for you.” He thrusts hard, and from this position, I feel deliciously full. Like he might drive his cock through me and come out the crown of my head. He freezes and my body starts to panic, wanting his next thrust. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom on.”
“I don’t care,” I moan, the lust coursing through me pushing all reason out of my brain.
“Did you take your pill today?” He hasn’t thrusted again, and I know he’s in agony as we have this conversation.
“Yes.” I blush. Sheesh, you forget to take it like three times and suddenly you have to be reminded.
It’s my first time on any kind of birth control, and since I’m not completely used to taking it every day, Landon makes sure he wraps it up…most of the time.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face there, pressing my lips to the skin as he fucks me against the bookshelf with reckless abandon. From the angle we’re fucking, every time he thrusts, he hits my clit and that delicious pressure begins to build within.
“Landon!” I moan out just as a bundle of what sounds like encyclopedias come crashing to the ground. “I don’t care.” I groan, not wanting anything to delay the impending orgasm. “Oh my God, don’t stop.”
Every time we have sex, I feel like he’s teaching me something about myself that I had never known. And evidently, when I’m on the precipice of a soul-shattering orgasm, I’m learning I don’t give a fuck about anything around me. I’m fairly certain in this moment, even if the entire staff of the pre-law department walked in, I wouldn’t care.
I need him.
I need this.
“Don’t you dare hold back on me. Don’t you deny me what’s mine. Your orgasms are mine, Serena. This,” he pulls back and thrusts into me again, “is reserved for me.” The air around us is thick and I can taste our arousals in the air between us. But I need more. I crash my lips to his, sliding my tongue between his and tasting his tongue. His tongue that tastes like my sex. It’s a heady powerful feeling, knowing that I’m all over him. That he smells like me. The only time I’ve ever tasted myself has been on his tongue and that is one hell of an aphrodisiac.
“It’s yours,” I whisper. “It could never be anyone else’s.”
“You can’t fucking leave me. Not after…” He slides me off his dick and slams me back down. “My feelings for you are so fucking real, Serena.”
If he tells me he loves me, I’m going to fucking lose it.
I attack his lips, to prevent him from speaking anymore. It isn’t that I don’t want to hear it, it’s that there is so much we need to discuss. It isn’t so simple that we can skip off into the sunset tomorrow. People’s feelings are on the line. Relationships are on the line on both sides. Things could end badly and I know the second we say those three words, it will make letting go so much harder.
It’s pretty goddamn hard already.
“Don’t.” His voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I see his sad gaze on mine as he slows his thrusts.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispers. “I can’t lose you.” I’m so close to the edge I can almost taste it, and he must feel it because he picks up the pace again. Filling me, stretching me, owning me.
I can’t leave him.
Leaving him means, I’d lose a part of me.
Is that what all this means?
I can see the storms ahead, but I can fare them if it means I get Landon.
Right?
The answer comes in a flash as familiar tingles flood every inch of my body and I begin to shake under the powerful release. “Oh my God,” I cry out as my eyes lose focus and flutter shut. When I open them, my vision is blurry and I feel the tears streaming down my face. “Landon,” I whisper.
“Jesus, I love watching you come,” he grits out as he continues to chase his climax. “It’s like witnessing magic.”
“Come inside me. I want to be full…of you,” I whimper. I’m very aware of every ridge of his cock as he pumps in and out of me. “I want you to explode inside of me, paint my walls with your cum, Landon. Do it…now.”
His hands grip my hips as he pounds mercilessly inside of me, and then he groans out a string of expletives as his cum floods my pussy. I let out a sigh as I watch him fuck me with such determination. His thrusts slow and he sets me onto my feet, pulling my underwear back on and cupping my sex to keep everything inside.
My heart is still racing after just having sex, not only in a public place, but my school library. “Wow,” I whisper, and I look over at him just as he finishes adjusting his pants. He boxes me against the bookshelf that he just fucked me against, his lips so close to mine that I’m breathing in the air he’s breathing out.
“I want this. You and me,” he whispers.
The tears spring to my eyes and I nod in response. “I do too. It’s just…”
“What did Griff say to you?” His voice isn’t demanding or harsh. It’s calm and soothing and it makes me want to crawl into his lap and stay there forever.
I look down and sigh. “Nothing, I didn’t expect. It just reiterated what I already knew: that I’m just going to be another obstacle in fixing your relationship with him.”
“Why don’t you let me handle that?”
“Because I’m afraid of what you’ll do if he asks you to choose.”
“What? You think I’ll choose you over him and eventually resent you for it when I don’t have a relationship with him? I’m a grown man, Serena. I would never blame or resent you for my decisions.”
“No. You can’t choose me, and that will break me.” My lip trembles and he presses his thumb to the skin and rubs it gently.
“Serena, no one is choosing anyone.” Sure, he says that now. But what happens when Griffin tells him he’d be interested in reconciling so long as I’m not in the picture. As if he can hear my words, he continues, “I would never let anyone manipulate me. You’re a part of my life.” He rubs his nose against mine. “A big part of my life.” I don’t respond to his words because it’s easy to say that now. His hands trail up my body and land on my face just before he whispers, “I’m in love with you.”