Songs for this chapter are:
National Anthem- Lana Del Ray
Pillowtalk- Zayn
Earned It- The Weeknd
Edge of Desire- John Mayer
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Nora's POV.
Landon's hands thread through my hair, pulling me closer to him. His mouth is so soft, yet his touch is hard, so commanding. I'm in awe of him and my mind is swimming with lust for him. His hands move to my hips and he lifts me onto the countertop. His body is between my thighs and I close my legs around his back. I wish the counter was lower, so I could feel his cock press against me.
How do we always end up here? With our mouths and hands all over one another?
"Nora," Landon says into my mouth. The way he says my name, so tenderly, makes me want to moan. I fight the urge but my body is almost out of my mind's control.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. "Don't try to fight it," he says as if he knows that my mind is pushing hard against him.
I nod and pull my mouth away from his. I move my lips to his ear. "I want you to fuck me, Landon." I drag my lips slowly across his cheek, down to his jaw.
He trembles under my touch and I pull the bottom hem of his shirt and lift it over his head. His body makes me ache. The lines of muscles on his abdomen aren't too overworked, the lines are faint and soft, but strong. The trail of hair on this stomach is just another part of his body that I want to have my mouth on. My hands look so small as my fingers find the button of his jeans and I pop them open quickly.
He's wearing black briefs that fit snug. Why does he have to be so hot? Why does he have to make forget my judgment and rip his clothes off? I've read my fair share of romance novels and I've always rolled my eyes at the way a man's body supposedly had the magic ability to turn a woman's brain to mush. But here I am, with my very own shirtless man, in a kitchen out of all places, and I can't form a single coherent thought. My thoughts are plenty, but none of them pure.
My mouth moves lower, to suck on the smooth curve of muscles just where his shoulder meets his neck. He moans and I suck harder, not caring to leave a mark. If I mark him, does that make him mine? If Dakota saw proof of my lips on him, would she do everything in power to destroy me?
Probably.
But do I care? Not right now.
My hands find their way down his chest, to the line of his briefs. The elastic is tight, but I push my hand through and grip him. He's hard for me, so hard for me.
Landon lets out a heavy breath and drops his head to my shoulder. His hair smells like pine and soap, a stimulating mix. I rest my free hand on the back of his head and hold him to me as I stroke him with the other. I move my hand slowly, pumping him.
He feels so heavy in my hand and all I can think about is that I want to watch his face change as he grows closer to his orgasm. I love the way he closes his eyes when he comes. I've thought about how he came in his boxers as I straddled him, many, many times.
"This is better than imagining, isn't it?" I ask him. I barely recognize my own voice.
Landon lifts his head slightly, and his hands move to my hips. I feel his fingers tug on my shirt and I lift my body so he can take my shirt off. The second my black t-shirt hits the floor his mouth is less than an inch away from my chest. His eyes are wide on mine, asking for permission.
I nod and reach behind my own back to unclasp my bra. My breasts fall and Landon's eyes blink in anticipation. He makes me feel so wanted. He makes me forget years of insults in my past and the few that I inflict on myself in the present.
His eager hands cup my breasts and I notice that his hands are shaking as his fingers rub my nipples in circles. They harden under his gentle fingers and I moan when he pinches one between his thumb and index. Landon's eyes stay on my chest while his hands play with me, exploring my pleasure. I stopped stroking him, my body can't possibly handle both sensations at once.
"You..." Landon's breath is hot on my breasts. "You're so, there isn't a word for how beautiful you are."
His words fall over me, coating me and I watch him bend down further. His lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks it. When I moan his name, he sucks harder. His other hand is rubbing my breast in slow circles and my entire body aches painfully for him.
I've never had a man touch me with such reserve. Landon's touch is both steady and gentle, claiming and freeing. No one has ever taken the time to admire me, the way he is now. His cock is out, hanging heavily between us. I can't reach it, but can't find the words to ask him to move. I want to take every second of this in so that I can think of him later, when he's no longer mine to touch.
His mouth moves to my other breast. It's overwhelming, watching him and feeling the vibration of his moans on my skin.
"I want to take your shorts off," he says, his voice low.
I nod, barely able to function.
He grabs me and lifts me off of the counter with ease. His hands are no longer shaking when they unbutton my jean shorts. He tugs at them and they don't fall. I help him, pulling at the fabric and once they are over my ass, they fall to the floor.
Landon's fingers hook around the strings of my panties and he kneels in front of me. I put my hands on his head and I stroke his soft hair. Slowly, he moves his head back and forth over my panties. I can feel how wet they are. I'm throbbing.
He inhales a long breath and my knees nearly buckle under me. How can someone so sweet possibly be so sensual? Landon is so much more unpredictable than he thinks he is.
His nose rubs over my clit, oh so gently, and I moan for him. His hands trail down my body, taking my panties with him as he skims over my legs. I tremble.
Landon looks up at me, nerves clear in his eyes. He's nervous. Of course he's nervous, he's only been with one woman before. He doesn't have the same experience that I do. He is pure and I'm covered in mud. I need to help guide him a little more.
"I want you. I trust you," I assure him and his eyes soften. "Taste me," I tug gently at his hair, "I know you want to taste me on your tongue, Landon."
With that, he wraps his arms around the back of my legs and I spread them just enough for him.
My head rolls back the moment his tongue touches me. My wetness mixing with his warm, wet tongue, has me holding onto the counter for support. The pleasure I feel is crippling and the way his tongue glides over my sensitive nerves has me biting down on my lip, trying not to make a sound.
My stomach tightens and I feel my orgasm climbing up my spine. I'm convinced he's going to drive me too crazy, he's too much.
Landon Gibson is the definition of too much.
He draws small circles with his tongue, he doesn't stray from where I need him. His name falls and falls from my lips and his arms are strong, holding me up, when my body melts into him. As I come on his tongue, I can't hold my own body up. He grips me harder and I let go of his hair and dig my nails into the countertop.
When I finish, he slowly rises up from his knees. His cheeks are flushes and his lips are a deep pink, a little swollen and wet from me.
"Let me touch you. I need to touch you," I whine, needing him. Now.
His eyes are intense, pouring into mine. "Come to my bed," Landon's instructions come from a foreign voice. A voice so full of command that I immediately nod and follow him to his room.
The walk down the hallway to his room is a long one. Between my thighs, I ache. Between my ears I throb. My doubt is threatening to sweep down the hallway and take me with it. I'm taking it too far, I know I am, but I can't stop this anymore than I could stop a barreling train.
Landon's room is simple. His bed rests against the wall and he has a plain gray bedspread and only two pillows. I stand in the doorway, completely naked and try to focus on the décor of his room and not my own thoughts. I'm not sure what to do, I know what I want to do, but I want him to lead what happens. I want to be able to feel less guilty when this ship wrecks, knowing he was my co-captain.
Landon walks over to me and leans behind me to close the door. He turns the lock and it clicks in place. My heart races.
Without a word, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. He's wearing only briefs, but he pulled them up sometime since we left the kitchen. His hardness presses into me and I kiss him. I can taste myself on his tongue and he moans when I grip him through his briefs.
"Lay down. It's my turn to taste you." I tell him. He hesitates to pull away, like his mouth doesn't want to leave mine. The idea warms me and I welcome it with open arms.
My body is growing impatient, I look down at Landon's nearly naked body and I can't fight the crushing need to see the rest of him. I push at his shoulders and he moves to his bed. Grabbing the smooth fabric of his briefs, I pull them down his legs. They pool at his feet and he kicks them away.
I press my hands against his bare chest to push him onto the bed. He's breathing so heavily that I search his eyes before I continue. Sensing my wordless question, he nods and lies back on the bed. His brown hair is a mess on his pillow and I climb onto the bed. Moving up his body, pressing my naked skin to his, I want to tease him.
My mouth finds his and I kiss him, hard. I kiss him and I kiss him until his shoulders relax and I taste him sigh. I press the wetness between my thighs on his hardness and he moans, his hands balling into fists in the blanket.
I rub him again, sliding myself over him, coating him. I want him to feel how much I want him. He groans, my name tumbles from his mouth and he moves one hand to my bare back. His fingers find my hair and I bend down to press my mouth to his ear. "Pull it," I tell him. He blinks at me in surprise and I put more weight on his body. If I move, ever so slightly, he will be inside of me. "Pull my hair, Landon."
His throat moves when he swallows and he tugs at my hair. I let my head fall back and he shifts his hips under me. He moves one hand to my hip, keeping me in place. His cock is pressing against me, at the exact point of contact I need it to.
Fuck, this man will kill me. He tugs my braid again and I watch the flare of desire ignite in his eyes.
He tests me, tugging harder and I lower my head to his chest. I kiss him there, just below the dip of his collarbone. "You don't have to be gentle with me. Not when we are both feeling anything but gentle," I kiss his neck, just under his ear.
"You make me crazy," he tells me.
"I know," I kiss his mouth.
He pulls on my hair again and I moan into the kiss.
"I've never felt like this before," he confesses. His mouth is touching mine. "The things I want to do to you are things I've never even thought about before."
The honesty in his voice makes my chest sting.
"You can be whoever you want with me, Landon. You can try new things," I bite at his lower lip and feel the shift of his hips again. On cue, he pulls my hair. I knew he would catch on quickly.
I climb down his body, kissing my way down and his hand releases my hair.
"You don't have to be shy." I kiss him just above his navel. His muscles retract. "If you want to do something, just say it. Like right now, I want to take your thick cock in my mouth and taste your come."
His hips jump at my words and his eyes are burning into mine. "Is that what you want?" I ask him, kissing lower.
He nods furiously and I smile. I follow the trail of hair with my mouth and kiss him one last time, in the sensitive spot between his thigh and cock. It jerks next to my face and I take it in one hand. I want to admire him, the way he admired me.
I try to be patient and place a kiss on the tip of him, but the noise he makes when I do cuts through my patience. I take him in my mouth and he comes instantly. My name has never sounded better than it does when he moans it while filling my mouth.
When he's finished, he reaches for my shoulders and pulls my body to his. I lay my head on his chest and my head moves with each rise and fall of his breath. His fingers caress me, tickling my skin as he drags them down my arm, to my hip, and back up.
A loud crashing sound comes from the living room and we both jump. I climb off of the bed and search for something to cover my body. Landon is already dressed, gray sweatpants hang from his hips and he's pulling a NYU t-shirt over his head.
Another crash. Landon looks at me.
"You stay here." He says, pointing to the dresser for me to find clothes. He seems slightly panicked, but not afraid.
When he opens the door, the sound of shattering glass fills the room.
(Author's note: I'm going to try to update tomorrow, but I'm seeing some friends I haven't seen in a while and going to a book signing, but if I don't, I'll update Monday for sure! )