Down and Dirty (Hot Jocks #5)(33)

“Bedroom?” I whisper against his chest, my fingers still gripping his shirt.

Without a word, Landon scoops me up in his arms. My legs tighten around his waist as my lips trail over the rough column of his throat. He carries me a few steps, then stops in his tracks.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my chest suddenly tight.

The slightest bit of pink creeps across his stubbled cheeks. “I, uh, don’t know where your bedroom is.”

My bubble of laughter mixes with his rumbly one in the most beautiful harmony I’ve ever heard. How did I forget that this is only his second time here?

“Down the hall to the left,” I manage to say through my giggles. “The room with the bed.”

With big, hurried strides, Landon carries me to my room, lays me gently across my duvet, and sinks down beside me. With all the patience in the world, he runs his palm along the length of my thigh. He brushes his fingers over the front of my jeans, and I jolt. His tender touches are going to be my demise. Resisting him is futile. Pointless.

When I press my hand over his zipper, Landon curses softly. His breath against my neck is deep, but rapid, and I attack his mouth with mine. He tries to slow the kiss down, to draw things out, but I’m having none of that. My pulse riots, and heat tears through my veins like wildfire. I want him. Need him.

When I caress the firm bulge in the front of his jeans again, Landon makes a breathless sound.

“Aubree . . .” He says my name like a warning.

We’re going too far. In over our heads. But I’m powerless to stop it.

Uncertainty swims in his blue gaze. His control is hanging by a thread, and I want to see it snap.

Lust fills his features, and dear God, if I thought he was attractive before, this is flat-out unfair.

“Why does this feel so good?” I say on a groan, my eyes meeting his hooded ones.

“This is all I’ve ever wanted,” he murmurs, the rough pads of his fingers touching my cheek. Even though he doesn’t say it with words, I can see the question reflected back at me.

Why can’t it be me and you in the end?

Heat rushes through me like a tidal wave, washing away all logical thought.

His eyes are desperate. I have no idea why this matters to him so much, but it obviously does.

My body wants him. My brain thinks this is crazy. My heart isn’t sure.

But when Landon slides his palm up my calf, my body wins out.

With deft fingers, he opens the button of my jeans and tugs them to the floor. And when he discovers that my panties are wet, his groan is filled with deep satisfaction.

“Good God, baby.” His fingers trail along the damp scrap of black lace, leaving me twitching. “So wet for me already.”

With a quick tug, my panties join my jeans on the floor, and his palms press against my inner thighs, which I ease apart. I feel so exposed, so plainly on display for him like this, and for a minute, I wish I’d turned off the lights. But then he levels himself with my center, breathing me in as he slides two thick fingers into my heat, and I know for sure that nothing has ever felt as good as this.

Gradually, he moves faster, crooking his fingers inside me to hit a softer, deeper spot. Just when I’m positive this couldn’t get any more heavenly, he brings his tongue to my center, sending a jolt of pure electricity through me. My hips buck with need, every stroke of his tongue bringing me closer and closer to climax.

“Landon, please.” I beg shamelessly, digging my nails into his shoulders as I teeter on the edge for a long, breathless moment. “I’m so close.”

He groans in approval against me, and in that moment, I completely let go. With one last desperate sigh, I freefall into him, tumbling harder and faster than ever before.

It takes a good, long moment for me to catch my breath. He is undeniably good at that. When he rises to his feet, he towers over me, and my eyes instantly lock on the erection pressing into the front of his jeans.

Propping myself up onto my elbows, I reach out one curious hand, stroking him through the denim. His eyes flutter closed, a low, satisfied hum building in his throat.

“Okay?” I blink up at him, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face.

“God, yes.” His voice is low and thick with an edge of barely restrained desire. It’s irresistible. All of him is.

With eager fingers, I unbutton his jeans, holding my breath a little as I shift his boxers out of the way to free his length.

Holy. Shit.

He’s huge.

If ever there was such a thing as a beautiful cock, this is it. Smooth, curving up ever so slightly. And what this man lacks in age, he makes up for in inches. I want to take my time with him, stroking and tasting every inch.

But not tonight. Tonight, I just want to make him come for me. He’s been so patient, after all.

Once Landon is free from his jeans and the black cotton boxers, he joins me on the bed, touching my shoulder, stroking my collarbone, kissing my neck as I curl my fingers around him. With a steady grip, my hand slides up and down his thick erection in long strokes. I can hear his heartbeat thumping inside his chest as he sucks in one shaky breath after another, watching me with hungry eyes as I move a little faster.

“Just like that, baby.” He tenses and twitches beneath my touch, his chest rising as he inhales. “Just like that. You’re gonna make me come.”

My eyes narrow, a sultry smile twitching on my lips as I watch his control start to waver. His hips thrust into my fist in uneven jerks. “Come for me, Landon.”