Page 50 of Keep Me Still
Finally.
All the pent-up hurt and wounded frustration seep out of my body, loosening the obsessive death grip I’ve had on control for the past five years. This isn’t just my chance to start over like I thought—it’sourchance. Fate brought us back together, and now I’m ready for the kind of relationship he needs. My muscles relax around him as he pulls my robe off of me. I’m just about to yank my shirt over my head when he stands, still clutching me to him in mid-air.
“Um, Landen,” I mumble against his mouth as I tighten my legs around his waist.
“Bed,” is all he says as he carries me back into the bedroom.
I expect him to lay me down on my bed but he sets me down on my feet in between the two beds.
“Where were we?” he mumbles more to himself than me. Oh, right. Before.
Sucking in all the courage I possess, I curl my fingers around the hem at the bottom of my t-shirt and lift.
My heart pounds so hard he can probably see it throbbing out of my chest now that I’m topless. I expect my body to betray me, to start trembling like a nervous animal, but I’m steady. Because it’s Landen. Landen—who brought me milkshakes. Who risked humiliating himself by enlisting the help of the entire soccer team to ask Freaky Flaherty to Homecoming. Who let me hold him in my arms after the Colonel hit him on Thanksgiving. The boy who saw me at my worst and kept me still.
He kneels to slide my shorts down and sucks in a breath when he remembers I’m not wearing panties. I step out of them and realize that it’s Landen who’s trembling now. My head falls back again as he resumes his slow, torturous path of warm, wet kisses between my hipbones. Liquid fire burns between my legs, and I’m getting twitchy as I wait for him to touch me where I’m throbbing.
Looking down, I see my erect nipples above his thick, dark head of hair. Pulling my fingers through it, I clench tightly, almost unable to take any more. His nose dips into my belly button and I moan out loud.
Landen looks up at me. Pure unadulterated desire radiates from his stare, and the little girl in me is self-conscious about playing grown up with someone who’s done this before. But I’m ready. I’ll be past ready if he doesn’t hurry up. And why is he still wearing all of those clothes? Random thoughts race all around inside of me but I just want. I want so bad it’s painful. I didn’t know it would throb and ache like this.
“Layla,” he growls, grabbing my backside with both hands.
I squeal in surprise, and he pushes me almost roughly onto the bed. He pulls his hands out from under me and uses them to spread my thighs open.Oh my goodness. This is going to kill me, rip me apart, and send the pieces of me flying around the room.Or burn me alive and send my ashy remains scattering in the wind.
“Landen.” His name on my lips is a plea for him to stop, to give me a second to breathe, to think, but when he looks up for permission, I nod.
So slowly that I’m gripping the comforter for dear life, he runs his burning tongue up my inner left thigh. And then my right one. I can barely speak over the whimper that escapes my throat. “Landen.Please.”
“Since you said please,” he says, his deep voice vibrating against the most sensitive part of me.
I’m struggling not to clamp my legs shut just for the friction. Wet heat scorches my tender flesh as he opens me with his tongue. As much as I want to watch, my eyes squeeze shut as I completely lose my grip on reality. One hand in his hair and one hand full of comforter, I fight the urge to scream with everything I have. This is a dorm after all, and as Corin and Skylar pointed out, the walls aren’t all that thick.
Landen’s mouth licks and sucks and kisses me, alternating between slow and frantic as I barely restrain my hips from grinding myself against his face. I’m wet, not just from his mouth, but from my own moisture. And I’ve never been so high, but I need him inside, filling my hollow ache.
“I want you,” I barely manage to get out.
Another groan into my open, slick folds and I almost lose it completely. But that small spot inside of me is still throbbing for him. Pulsing desperately and pulling me inward until it’s all I can think about.
“I know, baby,” he says, spreading my thighs even farther. “And you’re gonna have me.”
“Y-You, you promise?” I’m falling over, hanging on by the tips of my fingernails, raking them down his head and neck.
“Promise,” he says, pulling his head back just long enough to press a finger inside of me. The pressure is painful until he reaches that throbbing ache inside. His tongue strokes my clit as he presses in deeper and it’s too much to take at once.
“Oh.Oh, Landen. Fuck.”I don’t know who this woman is with the throaty sex voice, but I’m glad to know she exists. I don’t even curse out loud. Apparently she does.
“Say fuck again,” he growls into me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant slowly as he pushes his thick finger in and out of me at the same pace. “Fuck me, please, Landen. Pretty please with a cherry on top.”My cherry, I almost add.
“No, Layla. I’m not going to fuck you,” he says softly, and my raging orgasm almost comes to an abrupt halt.
“What?” I struggle to catch my breath. He pauses to press his finger deep once more, bowing my body off the bed. A desperate moan escapes me, and I glare at him. “W-Why not?”
“Because I’m going to taste to you with my mouth, worship every inch of you with my tongue, and open you with my fingers until you come. And then I’m going make love to you like I’ve wanted to do since I first watched you drink that damn milkshake at Our Place. Slow and deep like you need it, like your first time should be. After that, if you’re not too sore and you still want it, then, andonlythen, will I fuck you. Understand?”
Oh my holy hell. Thank you, universe. Thank you, demon of vengeance, who brought this pain upon me in the form of Landen O’Brien. More please.
