Page 8 of Sucker
He pulls his shirt over his head, and I feel a gush in between my legs. I’ve seen the guys on campus shirtless, but they’re nothing compared to the mammoth of a man in front of me. I want to lick every inch of his skin, taste his salt and rub myself until I tremble and come.
I lick my lips then reach out and place my hand over his hard pec. I moan and close my eyes as a delicious shudder runs through my body, then I add my other hand and explore his body further. “Can I see?” I ask when my fingers find his waistband. I want to open the button and zipper. I want that bulge I keep feeling in my hand and in my mouth. I want everything, and I want it tonight before the spell we’re under is broken and we have to go back to being enemies.
“Knock yourself out.”
I will my fingers steady as I undo his pants and push them past his hips, watching with hungry eyes as his giant cock springs free and bounces. His tip glistens, a drop of arousal dripping free, making me feel wanted, sexy,powerful.
“I want to taste it.”
When I look up, his face is a mask of desire, his mouth kicking up at the side as he nods and steps back before sitting in the office chair. I slide off the desk and drop to my knees in front of him, pushing his pants down his legs until he’s completely naked and erect. He watches me with interest, and even though this is the first time I’ve done this, I don’t feel nervous. I feel encouraged. And I’ve never felt encouraged. I can’t explain it.
“Take it deep, angel,” he instructs when I wrap my hand around the base and lick my lips. My clit pulses and I clench my insides to dull the ache, then I lower my head and run my tongue over his tip.
“Let me see you, angel.” He gathers my hair into his hands and holds it tight on top of my head. The roots tighten and pull, but oh god, it feels good. He guides me as I stretch my mouth around his girth, my tongue tasting salt and sweet as my eyes roll into the back of my head and my body vibrates.
“Deeper. I want to see my cock in your throat.” He thrusts his hips up, and my eyes water while my hair stings. I can barely breathe, but there’s something about the way his voice strains, and his body coils and tightens. I want to please him. I want to inspire his dirty words. I want to feel ruined and depraved when we’re though. I relax my throat and swallow him down. “Fuck. Yes, angel. Take it. Take it all.Fuck.” The veins in his neck pop and his voice goes hoarse. Then I feel his cock pulse as he spills jets of cum straight down my throat. My whole body shudders, and I start to think I might be able to come from just the sensation of him blowing his load, and the sound of his sexy voice telling me what to do.
Just as I think I might pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulls himself out of my throat and hauls me to my feet, shoving his tongue in my mouth and robbing me of the ability to breathe again. I’m light headed and gasping for air when he pulls away, his eyes dragging up and down my body. “Strip. I want you naked.”
His bossy tone and the strain in his voice prickles beneath my skin. I’ve never understood men or known how to read their mental and physical cues, but with Landon, there’s no mistaking what he wants. And that’s me. All of me.
I unfasten my bra and boldly toss it aside, my nipples painfully swollen as he rubs his thumbs over each of them and licks his lips. “Now the panties. I want that sweet little cunt of yours dripping all over my face.”
Grinning, I hook my thumbs into the sides of my panties and slip off my last shred of clothing before I lean back against the desk. I love the way he demands things. There’s no guessing because I know exactly what he wants. And it turns me on to give it to him.
“Put your feet on my shoulders.” He drops to his knees and pushes my knees apart, exposing my core as I do as he asks. “Beautiful.” He leans in and licks me with one long stroke. “Sweet.” Then he meets my eyes. “Hold on to something, angel.”
My lips part on a gasp as he buries his entire face between my legs. It’s not soft and gentle. It’s rough and desperate. He sucks on my clit, pushes his fingers inside of me, then licks me with long rapid strokes that make my head fall back as I moan and cry out. “Oh God. Landon.” My cries spur him on, and he growls and thrusts and sucks. I writhe and tremble, coming undone from the inside out as ripples of pleasure throb between my legs. “Landon. Holy fuck.” I grab onto his silky hair and groan as waves of ecstasy hit me hard. Tears prick behind my eyes, my emotions needing to escape in some form as I fall back on the desk, panting and lost in a sated fog.
Landon
Willa lies on the desk without bones, naked and beautiful and perfect. I’m hard as a rock, and all I want is to drive this frenzy forward by flipping her on all fours and fucking her from behind. But her concussed confession slows my pace.I never have a date. Boys don’t like me.
“You feeling good there, angel?”
She grins and nods like she drunk, and I feel my heart swell in my chest.This girl owns me, and she has no idea.
“Want more?”
“Yeah.”
I brush the hair from her face then scoop her up and carry her back into my bedroom, placing her on the bed like precious cargo, which is exactly what she is to me. It’s crazy to think that someone could walk into my life after fifteen years and become so immediately important to me that I can’t see straight over the thought of her being anywhere but with me. I am lost to her.
“Have you done this before?” I ask as I climb over her and position my tip at her entrance. She shakes her head.Just as I thought.“You know it will hurt, right?” She nods, taking a deep breath as she places her delicate hands against my arms as the flex while I hold myself above her.
“Can we do it without talking about it? I’ve had a lot of firsts tonight, and I don’t want to stop just yet.”
“Angel.” I lean in and kiss her lips. “I don’t think I could ever stop. I want to be your first, your last and everything in between.”
She places her hand on the side of my face, her eyes shining. “That’s a beautiful dream,” she whispers, before she presses her lips to mine and lifts her hips, forcing my tip past her entrance. I thrust in the rest of the way, getting it over quickly, kissing her harder when she cries out. I still; remaining buried inside her as I ravage her mouth, her neck, her breasts, worshiping her until the hammering of her heart calms down. Then I lift myself over her, our gazes locking as I begin to move.
“You good?”
She nods. “I’m good.”
At first, I work her slowly with short, measured thrusts that I ease in and out of her. Once I’m sure her body has adjusted, I thrust a little deeper and harder, filling her completely as she rises up to meet me. Our bodies shine with a light coating of sweat before I grab one of her knees and lift her leg.
“Oh god. Landon…”
