Page 40 of Fear of Love
“Mmm.”
I wiggled my ass, trying to tempt him. The pressure of his finger disappeared seconds before I felt the tip of his cock against me.
“Beg.” He slapped my asscheek as he continued teasing the both of us. My hands gripped the bedsheets as I lifted my head just enough to look over my shoulder at him.
“Landon. Please fuck me.” I knew I sounded desperate, and I knew if he asked me to beg more, I would in a heartbeat. “Please, please, please.”
The words barely left my mouth when I felt him push the tip of his cock in me. The two of us moved in sync at the feel. Firm hands gripped my waist as another inch filled me. He wasn’t all the way in, but I already felt full.
A twinge of pain came as he pushed farther in, but a soft swipe of his finger against my clit morphed it into pleasure. Inchby inch, Landon filled me until he was pressed fully against my back.
“Shit,” I heard him mutter through clenched teeth as he held still. His hands were almost bruising on my hips. Landon kept perfectly still as I adjusted, but I could feel him vibrating behind me from holding back.
Wanting—no,needing—him to move, I wiggled my hips back, groaning at the feel of him inside of me. Getting the hint, Landon slowly moved backward before sliding back in. The pace was slow and gentle. While I loved it, it wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want him to treat me like I was a glass doll about to break.
“Landon.”
“Hmm?”
“Fuck me.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. At my demand, Landon slammed his hips home. My body jerked forward, but his hands pulled me back so I could feel every glorious inch.
My moans echoed around the room as Landon truly fucked me, hips hammering away, the slap of our skin filling my ears with each thrust.
Gone was a controlled man. In his place was one that took what he wanted. And right now, he wantedme.
“You’re doing such a good job. Look how well you take me.” He leaned over my back, whispering in my ear as he fucked me like I was his salvation.
Nothing felt more right. The two of us lost in each other, with no end in sight.
12
LYDIA
Getting out of bed the next morning proved to be really difficult. It was in the early hours that Landon and I finally fell back on the bed exhausted. It was like the moment we gave into each other, we couldn’t stop. We had to make up for all the time we spent ignoring the tension between us.
I saw a side to Landon I hadn’t known existed. He still had that quiet confidence about him but it was tenfold. The things he said to me, the way he contorted my body, far exceeded my expectations. I should have known Landon would be a kinky, dirty talker in bed.
When I woke up to an empty spot beside me, I tried to ignore the pang of hurt that filled my chest. It didn’t matter if he snuck out early this morning. Last night didn’t need to change anything between us. It was just one night where we got it out of our systems. Not like I cared.
At least that was what I told myself as I swung my legs off the side of my bed and stood up. My knees wanted to buckle, especially with the soreness that took over my center, but I hobbled toward the bathroom anyway. A soft chuckle left my lips at the fact I was walking like a penguin.
A quick glance at my reflection in the mirror made my body flush. The tops of my breasts were covered in love bites, and when I stepped back, I noticed some on my inner thighs as well. Beard burn littered parts of my skin as my fingers gently ran over them.
Hmm, I didn’t remember Landon doing those. I couldn’t remember the last time someone marked me. Maybe never? I always thought hickeys were childish, but I didn’t really mind seeing them on me.
After cleaning up in the bathroom, I went to throw something on. At the sight of my messy bed, I let out a soft sigh. In the quietness of my bedroom, I could admit that I really did want Landon to stick around this morning.
I slipped on a random oversized sweatshirt from my closet before I headed for my kitchen. I needed a cup of coffee before I could fully let myself think about last night and what it meant.
Stepping into the kitchen I stared at that counter, replaying the images of Landon on his knees between my legs. I quickly banished them as I moved around to the cabinet.
I reached for a mug, coffee pot ready to start, when the sound of my front door opening made me pause. The fact I froze as someone entered my home was probably a sign that I was doomed to die like an idiot.
Turning on my heel, I watched as Landon walked through my door, hands filled with coffee cups and a brown paper bag. My heart galloped in my chest, and the relief I felt at the sight of him made my knees week.
He came back.
“Hey,” he greeted as he came over to place everything on the counter. The same counter he ate me out on yesterday.
