Page 73 of Fear of Love
When she stopped between my legs, settling back on her heels, I reached out and touched her head. My fingers trailed down the side of her face and over her cheeks. Hand under her jaw, I titled her head back, thumb pressed against her lips. With a little pressure, I smeared her red lipstick.
Fuck me.
Letting her go, I leaned back on my hands and watched as she positioned herself between my legs. I didn’t have to say a word for her to get the hint.
Moving up onto her knees, she reached for the buttons of my dress pants. One of my favorite parts of foreplay involved undressing. Having someone peel off their clothes, exposingtheir skin slowly and teasingly. I loved the way anticipation built, each person impatient to get the other naked.
I lifted my hips and helped her slide my pants off. She tossed them to the corner of her room before she palmed my cock through my boxers. I was so turned on that just a simple touch had my hips bucking against her hand. The tight leash I had on my control was close to snapping as she slipped a hand under the cotton.
The glint in her eyes told me she enjoyed the groan that worked up the back of my throat as she traced the head of my cock with just her fingertips. This was definitely payback for teasing her a few minutes ago.
I lifted my hips, silently telling Lydia to take them off. In a matter of seconds, they were tossed aside like my pants. Her hand gripped my length and all it took was a few tugs to make my eyes roll back.
I could feel myself pulsing in her grip. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to blow before I was inside of her. Almost like she could read my thoughts, a warm wet mouth wrapped around me. The way Lydia’s lips stretched over me was a sight forever engraved in my mind.
Even with her mouth full, I could tell she was smirking. She knew exactly what she was doing. I was far from being in control. I was putty in her hands.
“Holy shit, babe.” I groaned when she took me to the back of her throat in one go. Those enchanting green eyes stared up at me as she held herself there. In my head, I counted to ten before she pulled back. Her tongue swirled at my tip before she did it again. The second I saw her eyes water, my control ceased to exist.
With her hair in my fist, I yanked her mouth off me. I gave her no time to catch her breath before I hauled her up onto the bed. I forced her onto her stomach and tugged her hips into theair. Fisting her blonde hair in one hand, I held her head back as I slid my cock inside of her.
The sound that came from my throat was almost inhuman. Lydia’s moans echoed around her room as I slammed into her. She fit me like a glove. Like she was made for me. With one hand in her hair and one on her hip, I drove into her.
There was nothing sweet and soft about it. I was staking my claim. I leaned over her back and positioned my mouth next to her ear.
“This is mine,” I grunted. “Mine and mine alone.” I enunciated each word with a thrust of my hips. Lydia’s warmth tightened around me, her pussy my favorite goddamn haven. Her moans were music to my ears.
“Do I make myself clear, Blondie?” When she didn’t immediately reply, I brought my hand down on her ass with a slap. “Am I clear, Lydia?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m all yours.”
That’s all I needed to hear as I pushed into her, the pressure in my chest lifting as I fucked the woman that was slowly stealing my heart.
21
LYDIA
Mila: Bryton found my naked painting.
Igrinned as I read Mila’s message in our group chat. Earlier this week, we took Mila to another naked paint night with Evelyn. We all decided not to tell her what it really was like and it was well worth it. No wonder the women there didn’t tell us at first, either. Mila’s reaction was everything. Although, seeing the naked model wasn’t any less jarring than the first time.
As the others chimed in on the chat, I went to finish getting ready. Mateo’s game wasn’t for another two hours, but Landon was going to be here in twenty minutes to pick me up. When he asked me this morning if I wanted a ride, I didn’t even think before saying yes. It was a decision I was suddenly second-guessing.
I didn’t know why but I was nervous. This wasn’t a date, but hell, it almost felt like one. We were just going to Mateo’s championship game. It wasn’t like Landon was picking me up to go out anywhere else. Yet the butterflies in my stomach were saying otherwise.
I couldn’t even remember the last time I had this feeling. Maybe university? I almost felt like I was going crazy. Who the hell was I to catch feelings for him? Not even four months ago the two of us couldn’t talk without insulting one another.
Now here I was having spent the last month and a half spending almost every day with him. Ever since the celebration party for the Knights, things were different between us. It was like we were staking a claim on one another. And while it freaked me out, I liked the idea of being his.
The emotions that were growing scared the shit out of me. The last time I felt something close to this, I was ruined from the inside out. I never wanted to feel like that again, yet here I was going head first into something that was way more than just friends with benefits.
Thankfully, I had Mateo’s game to distract myself. I was a pro at shoving my feelings away, so it wasn’t like it’d be that hard.
I was in the middle of sliding my shoes on when a knock sounded on my door. Knowing who was on the other side made my heart rate pick up.Lydia, get your shit together. It’s just Landon. It’s no big deal.
With only one shoe on, I quickly made my way toward the door. My little pep talk to act normal went right out the window the second I found him in my doorway, hands in the pockets of his blue jeans and a Toronto University long-sleeved shirt covering his torso. It was a bit warmer today, so he didn’t have a jacket on, which showed off the way the sleeves hugged his arms. Arms that were wrapped around me last night and this morning.
“My eyes are up here, Blondie.” Landon’s voice broke me out of my staring.
