Page 52 of Finding Lord Landry

“Let me have you,” he pleaded in a soft, desperate voice. “Please.”

“Call me husband,” I said, trying to make it sound snarky and sarcastic. Trying and failing. It came out in a drug-slurred voice, low and wanting.

Landry’s hands moved around to my chest and stomach. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you,darling husband?”

Wavy air filled my head, and hot fire lit my cheeks. “Nuhfh.”

His hard cock pressed against the top of my crack and lower back. The warmth of him surrounded me as his lips teased my ear and neck.

I tried to clear my head, at least enough to make me stop spouting nonsense and set some boundaries. “This doesn’t mean anything.”

“Of course not, darling,” he soothed.

“No, I mean…oh, god…” His hand moved down into my boxer briefs to grasp my cock right as something in my brain suddenly served up the realization that while I’d been meditating in the bath yesterday, Landry had acquired my preferred brand of underwear, pants, shirts, and sweaters. He’d somehow managed to buy shoes in my size, the exact model of computer I used, and everything else he thought I might need for the less-than-twenty-four-hour time frame I’d planned to be here. How had he done that? Why had he? “…h-husband,” I finished.

The word shouldn’t have come out sounding so real. Sounding so right.

I shook my head. “No,” I breathed into the sheets.

He froze. “Kenj?”

Suddenly, I realized he’d interpreted mynothe wrong way. I grabbed his hand to keep it on my cock and reached back with one leg to wrap my foot around his ankle.

He released a sigh of relief. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

“Don’t stop.”

“You know you can tell me to stop.” His voice had taken on a knowing, teasing quality I didn’t appreciate.

I tightened my grip around the hand he had around my dick. “Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”

It was his low chuckle that finally threw me over the edge. I lurched forward and grabbed the sleep mask off the table before turning and shoving it over his head. “You don’t get to watch.”

I yanked it into place on his head, trapping his hair in the strap so he looked ridiculous, and then I shoved him onto his back and moved down his body, nipping and teasing him with both lust and anger in my heart until I got to his cock.

And then I went to town on his gorgeous fucking cock in a way that was aggressive and brutal. It wasn’t the first time I’d done this with him. In fact, he’d come up with a name for it about a year into our… encounters.

The Spite Suck.

Whatever. My purpose was to bring both of us to completion as swiftly and brutally as possible. Before anyone caught feelings. Before it had a chance to mean anything. Before?—

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good around my cock. So good for me.”

A humiliating noise came out of my throat. Landry was doing this on purpose. He knew what words like that did to me.

I moved off his cock completely.

Fuck him.

Instead, I traced the seam of his sac with the tip of my tongue as lightly as humanly possible. But it turned out the joke was on me because seeing the skin crinkle as his balls drew up only made me harder.

I reached back to slide a finger over my hole, remembering the times he’d teased me with his fingers.

“Dammit, Kenji. Suck my cock.” His voice was graveled with need. “You know you want to feel my dick on your tongue. You know you want to make me come.”

I bit the inside of his thigh lightly, appreciating the swift intake of his breath. His hand found my head, tangling fingers in my hair. “Baby, careful,” he warned, even while he spread his thighs further.

I moved down to take one of his balls into my mouth, reaching up to stroke his shaft with one hand while continuing to tease myself with the other.

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