Relinquish(23)

His eyes fly upward, pinning me where I stand. I shrink back, my brows slicing downward with his hostility. He leans in, his nose almost touching mine. My lips take on a sudden pout, desperate to connect with his.

“But you deserve so much better,” he mutters, seizing the breath from my lugs. The way he says those words, like it pains him, has my pouting lips frowning. I don’t respond, don’t dignify his words with a reply. My mind is everywhere, and I blink rapidly to help clear the fog tainting my train of thought. I can’t tell if he wants me or not.

A guttural growl leaves Landon’s mouth as he leans down and grabs me by the ass, lifting me. His fingers dig into my butt cheeks. I moan in satisfaction, the feeling of his hands on me exhilarating. Finally getting him to lose control is a power I cherish. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his strong waist, my aching nipples brushing against his hard chest.

He turns us, resting my ass on the lip of the railing, the city hundreds of feet below.

He runs his nose up my neck, his scruff burning my delicate skin. I clench my teeth, hissing from the delectable burn.

“God, you smell f*cking amazing,” he growls into my neck. Trailing his nose across my jawline, his lips find mine feverishly and his mouth grabs hold with force. As if his next breath depends on the air leaving my lungs, he kisses me hard.

I can’t help the whimper that wracks my body as his hands slide up my back, his touch ravenous. My legs tremble with adrenaline as they struggle to stay around his waist, and my fingers shake as they slip into his hair. He usually has it slicked back and perfectly in place. When I run my hand through it, I find it’s actually longer than I thought.

His large hands take hold of my thighs, and he lifts me from the railing. He carries me into the hotel room and down the hallway into one of the bedrooms, our mouths never leaving each other. We can’t stop kissing if we wanted to. It’s as if our mouths have their own accord, his working with mine, our breathing in sync. We’re both strangers, yet we’re impatiently ready to tear each other’s clothes off. Both of us ready to fill a deep-rooted desire and need within each other, so realistically, we are made for each other. We’re both on the same playing field of sin.

The bed is massive, with white sheets and extra fluffy pillows. Doors right in front of the bed lead out to another balcony. The room is dark, the only light coming from a hotel taller than ours, giving off a soft, red glow in the room. He plops me down on the bed, the warm air of the night coming from the balcony sweeping past my body, and my nipples pebble.

He pulls his shirt apart, muscles bared, buttons popping off in every direction. I sit back on my elbows watching him. Craving him. My eyes trail down his hard chest, perfectly outlined in muscle. He has to work out to have a hard body like that.

He unbuttons his black slacks, letting them fall to the floor with his underwear. My eyes widen in fear, and my mouth parts with disbelief. His cock is thick, massively so compared to Chasen’s. It’s slightly longer, too. I bite my bottom lip, nervous how that’s going to fit inside me, scared it’s going to hurt. I second-guess if this is a good idea. Maybe he just looks big from the dark shadows of the room.

My eyes trail upward, finding a confident smirk on Landon’s face, an arrogant glow reacting to the shock clearly written on mine.

“It’ll fit, don’t worry,” he remarks. I inhale a nervous breath following the confidence Landon exhibits. He is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and my body knows it. The boys at school, Chasen, hell, no male I’ve ever met compares to Landon. He’s real. He’s raw. He’s f*cking gorgeous.

He crawls onto the bed and slowly pulls my knees apart, adjusting himself between them. My chest burns and I realize I’ve been holding my breath. I inhale deeply, my heart drumming against my chest with a rush of adrenaline. His gorgeous face frowns as he scans my body.

“What?” I question nervously, but he doesn’t answer. His fingers stroke firm circles on my inner thighs. I sit up to look at what he’s so focused on when I find the bruising.

He slowly raises his head, his brows furrowed with anger but laced with a hint of care. Like he might actually be pissed someone did this to me.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I tried to warn you.” He softly caresses my inner thighs once again, and I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from crying. Nobody has ever cared about me, or came to my defense before. I know right now that lying in this bed with Landon is the best decision I’ve ever made in my small existence of a life. I may never find someone like him again.

“I’m fine, really,” I mumble, rubbing his arm. My breathing turns into desperate pants when I feel just how hard the muscle of his bicep is beneath my palm.

I draw in a shaky breath and lie back, and he releases a loud sigh and lays his strong body over mine. I’m quivering with nerves as he positions himself on top of me. My liquid courage has vanished, and I’m just a bundle of nerves. I spread my legs wider letting him in. My ears ring and my heart races with an unsteady rhythm.

“Jesus, I can feel your heart beating against my chest. Are you sure this is what you want?” he questions, looking me over with a touch of softness. He takes hold of my chin and makes me focus solely on him.

I swallow the lump in my throat and say, “All in, right?” Landon’s eyes hold a raw emotion as he searches my face. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him forward.