Down and Dirty (Hot Jocks #5)(48)

I pause again, enjoying the feel of her body yielding to mine. “More?”

Her knees widen, accepting more of me. “Yes, more.”

I pant out hot, heavy breaths with each slide of my body inside hers. Every emotion feels raw. Every moment is drenched in pleasure. It’s almost too much. Groaning, I bury myself deep, gripping her hip in one hand until I’m fully buried in the tightest, hottest thing I’ve ever felt.

“Tell me how it feels,” she murmurs.

But I can’t.

I can’t speak.

Can’t breathe.

The only thing I can do is feel. And, holy shit, does it feel amazing. It’s hot and wet and perfect.

The potent sense of satisfaction is so primal, it renders me speechless. I’ve been waiting all my life for a feeling like this to hit me. And now it has, and I’m so far out of my element, it’s not even funny. Falling for Aubree is like playing goalie without pads, and the hits just keep on coming.

Lust shoots through me, skewering my heart, and I’m gone. I’ve fallen for this girl.

“Landon,” she murmurs.

“It’s so good,” I say on a groan. “Fuck, you’re incredible . . .”

“More,” she says softly. “Yes, there.”

She pants hot against my throat when I shift my hips up, finding an angle that makes her shiver in my arms.

“Oh, Landon,” she whimpers, shaking with need. “Don’t stop. Just. Like. That.”

There’s no way in hell I’m stopping, but the amount of restraint it takes to maintain Just. Like. That. is no small achievement. Especially when all I want to do is slam into her like some kind of wild animal in heat. Thankfully, I resist that urge, but just barely. I want to make this good for her too.

Because so far? This is the best night of my entire life.

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Aubree


A gasp of satisfied hunger pushes past his parted lips. “You’re mine now, Bree,” Landon growls into the heat of my throat.

The pleasure is so blinding, I squeeze my eyes closed and hiss out an uneven breath. How is this moment even real?

I’ve never been this overwhelmed, this overcome by desire before. It’s like I’m hyperaware of every little thing. From Landon’s sweet, drugging kisses to the way my body stretches to accommodate him, to the exquisite little growling sounds he’s making as he sinks deeper inside me.

He started slow, tentative at first, almost like he was testing me, testing his weight above me, testing how much of his thick length I could take. But now his hips rock urgently into mine, his powerful thrusts sending fractures of heat racing through every nerve ending.

This is supposed to be about him, not me. But as Landon moves above me, bliss spirals through every cell in my body, sweeping out everything else until I’m nothing more than a tangle of heat and lust, threatening to burst into flames, consumed by a wildfire of sensations that burn hotly through me.

His eyes are focused, unblinking, and the muscles in his jaw flex. “You feel incredible,” he groans, his wide chest rumbling with the sound.

This situation between us might be uncertain, and all kinds of crazy, but something about this man makes all common sense fly out the window, while simultaneously cranking my libido up to an eleven. I want him in a way I’ve never wanted anyone before.

With my emotions in a tangled knot, I draw a shaky inhale. I tried not to fall for this man—my husband—but I know in this moment my attempts were futile. Looking into Landon’s eyes, watching him sink deep inside me for the first time, feeling his possessive caresses all over my skin . . . I realize that guarding my heart was pointless.

“You do too,” I say on an exhale. It’s the truth. His body is a finely honed machine of muscle and power, and damn, does he know how to use it. In fact, there’s one muscle in particular that’s exceeded all my expectations.

His breath rasps unevenly against my throat, hot and loud and urgent. His hips roll forward, pressing deep, deep enough to unlock something new inside me, and a jolt of pleasure makes me gasp. Holy shit.

“There?” he asks, breathing hard.

Trembling, I moan, so close already.

“Yeah, baby?” He thrusts deep again, and I pant out his name.

He takes direction well, studying what I like, lingering in the spots that make me moan and quake, quickly becoming the best lover I’ve ever had. Holy unexpected plot twist.

He claims my mouth again, his tongue touching mine in soft strokes like we have all the time in the world. And maybe we do.

I’ve thought about what our first time might be like. Of course I did. But it was nothing like this. No, this is way better than I ever imagined.

Stroking his tongue with mine, I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing his impressive length in even more. Landon stiffens, his mouth halting on mine.

“Aubree, fuck.”

With my legs still wrapped around him, I trail my hands along his broad shoulders, absolutely enthralled with the feel of his big, muscular body moving over mine.

The sensation inside me builds, and I can’t hold it back any longer. It crashes over me in a sweeping wave, and I fly apart, breathing hard and clutching his rock-hard ass as my body constricts tighter. The feeling peaks, drenching me in heat.

He makes a low pleasure-filled sound, his eyes opening to find mine as he feels me coming for him. “That. Feels—” He groans. “So. Fucking. Good.” His wide chest trembles as though he can barely contain himself.