Sway (Landry Family #1)(70)

Her breath catches in her throat at the contact. Her back is to my front. My breath on the back of her neck results in a quiet sigh escaping her lips. I press my tongue against her skin and drag it slowly to just below her ear. Her skin heats up immediately, her heartbeat now pounding, matching mine. I nip the delicate skin under her ear before pulling away.

"Barrett . . .” she begs, widening her stance.

I grab the zipper between her shoulder blades and drag it down her body. As the cool air touches her skin, she gasps. I unsnap her bra, leaving her entire back exposed.

"Let it all fall," I demand. She stands, still facing the wall, and the garments slowly pool at her feet.

My cock is pulsing, demanding attention, and I feel like I'm about to go off just looking at her. Her skin is creamy and soft, unblemished perfection. I drag a finger from the nape of her neck down her spine, her body rolling beneath my touch. It's intimate and sensual, and I could watch her reaction to me always.

I cup her breasts from behind. Her nipples harden and I tug on them, twirling them between my fingers. Her head falls back on my shoulder, her eyes shut, mouth open.

"Bend over again," I whisper into her ear.

She stretches out, grabbing the edge of the table. I touch her opening with the tip of my finger. Her hips press back against it.

"Eager, are we?" I ask.

"Stop fucking with me and fuck me," she demands.

I tsk, reaching out and pressing one hand on the small of her back. "We'll get to that. But you're going to have to learn patience, Ms. Baker."

She groans, pulling her hair away from her face. "I've needed you for days. Don't make me wait. Please, make me know we’re okay."

Hearing her say that, I nearly combust. I gather a pool of moisture on my finger from her slit. She's dripping wet for me, her tight body begging for my cock that's throbbing to be in her pussy.

I spread her wetness around lazily, watching her sweet ass move against my hand, before crouching down behind her. Increasing the pressure on her back, more symbolic than actually restraining, she flattens against the table. Her eyes find mine over her shoulder. Holding her gaze, I taste her sweetness, feeling her shiver as my tongue touches her opening. She rocks back against my face, desperate for contact.

She rocks back again and I press my thumb over her ass. As she rotates back, she feels the pressure. She half yelps, but the hitch in her breathing tells me she's not against it.

I suck on her clit, working my mouth against her velvety folds as my thumb puts the slightest pressure on her ass.

"Barrett . . .” My name is a moan, a pleading, a begging for more.

Her knees begin to shake, her legs quivering on her fuck-me heels.

Adding pressure to both spots, I work both my tongue and thumb in circles. Her whimpers grow louder, her hips swiveling faster, her wetness dripping. I lick from her vagina up her slit, my cock ready to explode. Removing my thumb as I pass, my tongue licks up the curve of her ass, and drags up her spine as I stand. Positioning myself behind her, I slap her juicy ass once, hearing her squeal, before I push fully into her with one hard movement.

"Ah!" She’s barely heard over the sound of the table ramming against the wall. "Barrett!"

I thrust into her again and again, feeling her pussy massage me with every push. It's fucking heaven. It's what I've needed for days now, the balm to my ills.

Pushing again and again, I feel her body quicken around me. It's not going to take long for either of us to explode.

I stroke into her over and over, the doors to the cabinet on the wall falling open with the impact of the table to the wall. Bottles begin to spill out as I plunge into her.

"I'm coming!" she screams over the top of the destruction. Her pussy clamps around me, the muscles spasming in the sexiest way. Her head thrown back, her hair a sexy mess, her swollen lips fallen apart in a sultry breath. Knowing I just put her over the edge makes me topple over it too.

"Fuck!" I shout, stroking into her a few more times. As the crescendo of my orgasm hits, I slow the pace, milking the feeling for as long as possible.

My eyes open, my lids heavy. I watch her lips form a smile, her body relaxing as she lands from the ride. She looks like an angel, a perfect, beautiful, built-for-me creature that I’m falling for harder and harder.

Maybe I’ve already completely fallen. Maybe this tightness in my chest, the ferocity I feel about her is what everyone means when they say they’ve fallen in love.

“I needed that,” she whispers. Her lips press together and she giggles a light, airy sound.

“Me too,” I say, pulling out of her and helping her stand. I lay a kiss to the top of her head and feel her warmth cocoon me as her arms encapsulate my waist. She snuggles into me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Very good.”

“You were better than good,” I joke as she shoves away from me.

“Funny, Landry.” She tosses me a grin.

We stand in silence, the floor around us littered with random objects rattled from our antics, our bodies sticky with sweat. Her hair is a mess, her skin flushed, and she’s never looked more beautiful.





Alison

I GLANCE IN THE REARVIEW mirror. The blue sedan stays four or five car lengths back, just as it has since I left Hillary’s. I swung by there after dropping Huxley off at my mom’s to get my schedule and to ask to switch a couple of days around to accommodate a musical at Hux’s school and a catering event. The sedan pulled out behind me and has followed me ever since.