“Fuck,” I whisper, panting and feeling like every cell in my body is on fire.
Landon’s hands slide over my hips, pulling them up so that my ass is in the air. My cheek rests against the couch, my arms outstretched in front of me.
I moan when I hear the tear of foil, a moment, and then the feel of his thick cock pressing against my opening. His hands move over my ass and grab my hips, and I cry out as he growls and buries every inch inside of me with one thrust.
He pulls back before sliding deep inside again, his grooved hips resting against my ass. His hands dig into my waist, holding me tight as he starts to rock in and out with deep, powerful thrusts.
I’ve never had sex like this before. No one’s ever dominated me like this. No one’s ever demanded the orgasms from my body and stolen it lick by lick and stroke by stroke.
No one’s ever fucked me like this.
I cry out as he rubs against that spot inside again and again with every thrust. My hands claw at the couch, my back arching as I thrust my ass back to meet his hips. His hand slides over the skin of my back, slipping into my hair again and making me gasp loudly. He tugs at the tie covering my eyes, pulling my head back slightly as his lips brush against my ears. I can feel his powerful arms surrounding me, owning me. His breath hot against my neck, teasing me and sending shivers through my body.
His cock, driving in deeper, and harder, and bigger than anything I’ve ever felt.
“You’re going to do one more thing for me,” he growls, his lips against my ear as his cock drives into me again and again.
I can only whimper and moan in response as the roaring fire inside of me threatens to explode like a bomb at the slightest touch.
“You’re going to come for me.”
I moan loudly, the fire inside mounting and mounting until I’m sure it’ll consume.
“You’re going to come on my cock, and you’re going to come now.”
The bomb goes off.
I scream my release out loud, not giving a single shit if I have neighbors who can hear me. The orgasm explodes through my body like hot flames, engulfing me, shattering me, and sending me reeling. Landon roars as he follows me over that edge, his cock lodging deep inside as he erupts.
I’m dimly aware of him withdrawing, of him pulling me into his arms and pulling me against him as we sink into the cushions. He’s stroking my arm and kissing my face as he pulls the blindfold away.
Our eyes lock, and the realization is instant.
I’m not sure how to describe it, but it’s like we’ve pushed past some sort of boundary-line or crossed a border that I never knew about.
I lean into him, kissing his lips as my heartbeat starts to move back to something resembling normal.
I decide not to think about what that look I can’t describe means.
At least for now.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Landon
Something happened last night.
I grip the steering wheel, sipping my coffee with the other as I drive through mid-afternoon traffic to pick Emily up from her sleepover.
Yeah, something happened last night, and I mean besides the mind-blowing, hottest, wildest sex I’ve ever had.
Something after.
Or maybe it was during, I’m not sure. All I know is, I pulled that blindfold away from her face, and we looked at each other as new people. That tie came away, I met those eyes, and there was something there I’d never seen before.
Truth be told, it scared the hell out of me.
Serena felt it too, and saw the same thing, I can tell. Except we both pushed it away. In the afterglow of sex that fucking good, we tucked it away, choosing instead to hold each other on that couch until her breathing started to get regular.
That was my cue to leave. Crazy good sex or not, and despite the fact that Emily was at her friend’s house, of all nights, this was not the one to actually fall asleep together.
Not after that look.
The look I haven’t seen, or felt in a long goddamn time. The look that rips at something inside of you, and builds you up, makes you feel like you can walk on air. The kind of look that makes you invincible.
I’ve never expected to find that look or that feeling again, and I damn sure never expected to find it in Serena Roth.
And yet here I am, twelve hours later and it’s all I can think about. She’s all I can think about.
I’m not sure what to make of that.
I’m not sure what to make of the fact that calling her was the first thing I did when I got home last night. I’m not sure what to make of almost falling asleep with her doing the same on the other end of the line. The sleepy laugh, the pretending that a call like that, after what’d just happened, had anything at all to do with work.
I’m not sure what to make of the fact that she was the first voice I wanted to hear when I woke up this morning, or that we’re meeting up later so she can come with Emily and I to the fair we’ve been planning to go to.