Page 51 of Keep Me Still
“Yes,” I breathe, writhing and shivering as he pulls my orgasm from me with his fingers.
“Yes to what?”
“Yes to…all of that,” I say as he sucks all of me into his mouth, and then I’m spinning, swirling away from him, from my body on this bed, unable to care if the whole dorm hears my cries.
When I come back down to earth, he’s watching me with hungry eyes. “I could watch you come forever.”
My sex voice woman is missing in action, still floating in outer space somewhere, so I bury my face into the nearest pillow.
“Look at me,” Landen orders, and dang, he’s demanding about this stuff, I’m realizing. Kind of a control freak. I already knew that about him, but I had no idea he’d be all giving commands and making me say what I want in bed.
Or that it would get me so hot.
I move the pillow and look at him, overheating instantly at the sight of his mouth and the memory of what he just did with it. I can’t help but wonder how people do these intimate things to each other and then go on with life business as usual. Pass the salt and all that.
“You are the most dangerous kind of beautiful,” he says, brushing my messy hair away from my face.
I can only image what a wreck I look like after that, but with the way he smiles at me, he must actually think I am beautiful right now. I lean in and kiss his mouth. I can taste myself on his lips. It’s kind of strange and kind of a turn on. I pull at his lower lip with my teeth and he groans.
His voice is raspy against my mouth. “You even taste like peaches, sweet like I knew you would be.”
“What do you taste like, Landen?” I ask, as my sex voice woman comes back to me. “And more importantly, what’s with all the clothes?”
“You gonna do something about it?” he challenges, rolling on his back and resting the arm that isn’t wrapped around me above his head.
“I’m going to try,” I answer, sitting up to straddle him like before. I undo the button fly on his jeans, concentrating all my efforts on it even though I can feel him watching me. Once I’m done, I slide down, pulling his jeans with me. He helps by kicking them off so I don’t have to move off the bed.
“Shirt,” I say, figuring maybe it’s time I give some orders of my own. He arches an eyebrow at the command but props up on one elbow and reaches behind his head to lift his shirt slowly off. Suddenly I’m lightheaded.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him with his shirt off—I used to watch soccer practice when they played shirts and skins and all that, but having him down to his snug boxer briefs in my bed is another animal entirely.
I lick my lips, thankful there’s still moisture left in my body, and inch his black underwear down starting at the waistband.
When his thick, corded erection springs out of the fabric, I gasp out loud. “That is not going to fit inside of me,” I blurt out, mindless with panic.
A wide self-congratulatory smile spreads across his face as he winks at me. “It will, I promise. Gonna be a tight fit though.” He shrugs like this is a good thing.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, shaking my head because I know how tight I was clenched around hisfinger.
“You can touch me,” he says, his voice tense. “Go ahead.”
Sliding my hand around him, I feel every vein in Landen’s dick as I stroke the velvet smoothness of his flesh. Again, silly girl me giggles in my head.Oh my goodness, I’m holding Landen’s penis!But sexy, grown-up woman me pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, glances at his face, and is thrilled to see that his smirk is gone. He’s watching me with a lust-fueled intensity that has my entire body overheating.
Lowering my mouth to him, I reach out with my tongue and lick, smiling when I feel him go rigid under me. Surely this can’t be that hard. But knowing it’s my first time and not his threatens to splash a cold wave of insecurity over me. The new competitive Layla pushes through, and I remember how good his mouth felt on me. I want to make him feel that good.
Even better, if that’s possible.
I pull my lips tight around my teeth and let my tongue massage the sensitive ridge on the underside of him as I sink him into my mouth. Using one of my hands to wrap my hair and hold it out of the way, I let the other one skim slowly up and down his inner thigh, softly raking my nails into his warm skin.
I’m probably glowing bright crimson with the heat filling me, but I don’t care. I don’t care about much right at the moment. He’s always in control, always coming to my rescue. This time I want to watchhimlose himself because ofme. I lick every inch of him, flicking my tongue up and down and around in circles before drawing him as deep as I can handle into my wet mouth.
“Fuck, Layla,” he grunts out.
A shiver of pleasure thrills through me. Now I know why he wanted to hear me say it so badly. “We will baby,” I say, sitting up and imitating his assured patience even though a sharp, needy ache has begun swirling inside of me.
“Damn right we will,” he growls, sitting up as he grabs me with both arms and flips us so I’m on my back under him. A small yelp escapes my lips and I smile at him.
“Landen,” I breathe, arching my back as he smiles back at me and begins to place gentle kisses on my throat.
