Page 114 of Don't Look Down

Andrew’s voice draws me away from the delicious memories. We spend the rest of my drive making small talk and catching up. Hopefully the weather will cooperate with our plans for a jump next week. Fingers crossed.

When I get home–yes, I’m referring to Landon’s home as mine, mind your business–I’m feeling very optimistic yet slightly off balance about the one-eighty personality shift Andrew had.

I’m barely in Landon’s door, when words start tumbling out of me. “Can you believe this shit? Andrew called me out of the blue. Completely nonchalant and invited me on a jump. Like nothing weird has taken place. What the fuck?”

His eyebrows raise. “Really?”

“Yeah!” I recount the whole conversation for him. He listens without interruption. When I finish, I ask, “What should I do? He’s been blowing me off for weeks. Maybe I shouldn’t go unless I confront him. Do you think I should cancel?”

I shift my weight from foot to foot.

“Is your gut telling you to go?”

Slowly, I nod. “Yes. But it’s also insisting something is still off here.”

“That’s all I need to know. Go with your gut. If he acts like a dick one more time, then I suggest you set him straight right then and there.” He kisses my lips gently, then meets my eyes until I nod. “Then call Cayden.” He kisses me harder, pulling me closer with his hand on my hip.

Yes.

I nod again. My lips follow his as he pulls away.

“Now that that’s settled, I need something from you, Sky.” He licks my lips and thrusts inside my mouth, fucking with surestrokes of his tongue. He breaks away again and meets my eyes. Pure molten need is burning in his emerald gaze.

Running my hands up his bare chest, I cup his neck in my hands. My stomach flutters with need. “Anything,” I whisper, standing on my tiptoes to nip at his lips and slowly sliding down to bite his Adam’s apple. It bobs beneath my lips, and he groans.

His breath rushes in. “Sky-” his voice breaks.

“Yeah, baby? I got you.”

“Need you to fuck me. Need you…” His words leave in a hot rush. He’s panting, like just the thought of me inside of him has him ready to lose control. “And don’t be gentle.”

My mind goes blank, and I swear I almost come in my pants. I grip my cock roughly to hold back the orgasm. Just the thought of sliding into him has me walking a razor’s edge.

Gripping his arm, I turn him and swat his ass. “Get upstairs and strip for me. I’ll be right there.” He rushes out of the room so fast it would be comical if it wasn’t so goddamn hot. He’s needy for my cock.

I grab my hair and raise my face to the ceiling, taking some deep, bracing breaths. Getting my raging dick moderately under control. I have to make this good for him. And I can’t do that if I shoot my load as soon as I get him under me.

When I get upstairs, the sight that greets me makes my hands ache to touch him. Miles of bare skin for my eyes to feast on. He’s slowly stroking his dick from root to tip. Moisture gleams in the lighting. My eyes note the bottle of lube next to this thigh. He spreads them wide, lifting his balls and using his other hand to trail down and circle his hole.

“Mmm,” he moans.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me. I might not survive this.”

He smirks. “Well, hurry over here before we both die. I need you so bad it hurts.”

My clothes hit the floor with zero finesse. Landon’s hips are pumping with every glide of his fist on his cock, each press of his fingers on his hole. He gasps when he presses into his opening.

I kneel at his feet and kiss my way up his body. His leg hair tickles along my lips and lights me up. He’s so masculine. So fucking strong.

So fucking mine. And he’s submitting beneath me, letting me take him. Begging.

I’m never letting this man go. His eyes are heavy with lust, but I meet his gaze, kneeling between his spread thighs. When I trail my fingers up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, he hisses and tenses. My eyes drop down to admire my handiwork. His cock is visibly throbbing, pulsing out streams of precum. His nipples are hard pink points.

Shifting, I kneel over him, rubbing our chests together. Nipples rasping gently, it only heightens our hunger. Landon thrusts his chest up, head thrown back. His neck is exposed to me. I grasp it in my hand and hold him down for a scorching kiss. It’s rough. Dirty. Full of teeth and tongues. My teeth catch his lip, and the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. He groans in pleasure, and I squeeze harder. Snatching his lips away, he gasps for breath. “More, I need you, baby. Fuck me now. Split me open. Need your cock.”

His fingers are deep inside his hole, thrusting roughly. He’s ready for me. He’s big and heavy, but I manage to flip him onto his stomach. “Fuck, yes,” he gasps.

I slap his ass hard with my palm, and he gasps again, “Face down, ass up, Spence.” His hips rock hard against the bed once, twice, before he finally complies.

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