Page 47 of Fear of Love
“Did you wear this for me?” He came to a stop, hand reaching out to play with the strap of my bra. Goosebumps broke out on my skin at his touch. I had to tilt my head back to see his face. I loved that he towered over me even with my heels on.
“No.” My voice didn’t come out as strong as I wanted it to.
“Hmm.” The tip of his finger grazed the skin up to my collarbone. My breath hitched in my throat as his finger trailed down between my breasts before he yanked my bra down, exposing my hardened nipples.
Landon smirked as his finger descended. His touch was so light, like a feather, as he moved down my stomach until he stopped at my underwear. Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I tried my best to stay still as he traced the skin there. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“If I go lower, will I find you soaking wet for me?”
I opened my mouth to offer a retort, but before I could say anything, his hand slipped farther down until he was stroking one finger over my underwear. As soon as Landon felt it, his head snapped up, approval in his eyes.
“You were soaked the entire game, weren’t you.” His question was almost rhetorical as his finger kept its lazy pace. “Did my messages get you all worked up?”
I shifted on my heels and kept quiet. I didn’t want him to know just how turned on I got from his damn taunting. The grin on his face told me he already knew.
“Wonder if the girls knew their best friend was getting naughty texts and getting turned on by them all while sitting right next to them.” He added a bit more pressure between my legs, earning a gasp from me. “Naughty girl,” he tutted.
“Your fault for sending them in the first place.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“Y-yes.” I stumbled over my words when his finger found my clit.
“So, you don’t want this? Okay.” Landon stepped back, leaving me standing there with my heart racing in my chest. I made a noise of protest, which just made him shrug.
“Wouldn’t want to turn you on anymore than I have.”
Gritting my teeth at his words, I sent him a glare. No way was I letting him tease me any longer. “You are the biggest asshole.”
Without another word, I stepped toward him, grabbed the sides of his face, and tugged his mouth to mine. Our lips fought one another as we kissed.
Landon’s hands came down to my waist, squeezing me before grabbing my ass. He groaned as he kneaded the flesh. He was such an ass man. I nipped his bottom lip as my hand moved down his bare chest, feeling that hard muscle under my fingertips before I cupped him through his sweatpants. This time, it was me who groaned at how hard he was.
“No foreplay,” he said against my mouth. His grip tightened on my ass, tugging me impossibly closer.
“Deal.”
Without another word, Landon flipped me around, a familiar motion at this point. With his hands on my waist, he used his lower body to walk us around the side of his couch to the side armrest.
It was low enough that the front of my thighs pressed against the fabric. Pressure between my shoulder blades had me bending over until my palms rested on the seat. The position propped my lower body higher. Calloused palms ran up my back and then back down. Glancing over my shoulder, I found Landon staring down at me, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.
“Fuck, your legs look good with those heels.” The groan that left his mouth went right between my legs.
Hands grabbed the top of my underwear, tugging them down. A soft tap to my ankles had me lifting my feet up one by one to step out of them. The feel of lips kissing the back of my legs had me sucking in a shaky breath.
Landon’s fingers made quick work of unhooking my bra, throwing it over his shoulder. The action made me grin.
Tired of him taking his time, I arched my back and wiggled my butt in the air, gaining his attention.
“So needy.” His fingers once again went between my legs. With his feet, he nudged mine farther apart. “Can’t get over how tight and wet you are.” Landon’s words were quiet, like he was talking to himself.
“Fuck me.” I didn’t care that I was begging. I spent the last few hours being teased, and I was more than ready.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Not even a second later, the head of his dick rubbed against me, smearing my wetness all over his length. I hadn’t even heard him take his sweats off.
I opened my mouth to demand he stop teasing me but was cut off as Landon slammed into me in one go. I lurched forward, hands scrambling to grip the couch, as my pussy stretched almost painfully around him.
I only needed a second to adjust before I was pushing my hips back toward him. His hands gripped my hips as he kept still behind me, letting me fuck myself back on his length.
