“Yes.”
“Was this what you were looking for?”
“It was,” I admit—to him and myself. What’s the point in keeping any secrets? I want everything he wants to give me, and I’m not about to hide the truth when the hottest guy on the planet is doing the most delicious things to my clit. That would make me the world’s biggest fool, and while this might not be my smartest decision, I’m no fool.
He inches a finger into me, and I bite down on my lip. He groans. “You are so fucking tight, Angel.”
Oh, that’s because I’m a virgin.
He goes still, and I can’t help but wonder if he just had the same thought. “Not too tight for your cock,” I say, surprising myself. Looks like all that porn watching has paid off, because he’s back to fingering me, all hesitation gone. I move my body, rock into him, not because it’s what I think I’m supposed to do but because I’m so damn needy.
Heat races through my body, centers on my core, and I am only seconds from climaxing. I try to hold back, I really do, but when he takes my clit back into his mouth, sucks hard, like the team’s next win might depend on it, the world closes in on me. I take a fast breath and then another as his thick finger strokes the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me. Then suddenly the world stops spinning, time suspends, and nothing but the strong, exquisite sensations in my body matter.
I tug on the sheets, and lift my head as a vortex of pleasure centers between my legs. “I’m…I’m…”
“Yeah, Angel, come for me.” The sheer pleasure in his voice brings on another hard explosion. “Just like that.”
My hot liquid heat soaks his finger as he continues to move it in and out of me, and with the way he’s rubbing his lips against my pussy, I know when he finally comes up for air, his face will be soaked. I have no idea why the idea of that turns me on.
He laps at me, drinking me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and I grip his hair again, wanting his cock in my mouth.
“Landon,” I beg, and tug, wanting more…wanting everything, wanting things I probably don’t even know about yet.
“Not done with you, Angel,” he says and swirls his tongue all over me. He stays buried between my legs, not moving until he’s damn well ready, and while I do want to touch and taste his cock, I’m not going to put up a fight.
Ever so slowly he goes back on his heels, and with my eyes completely adjusted to the dark, along with the lamp light shining in from outside, I can take in the motion as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Wanted to stay down here all night, but I desperately need to be inside you. I think I might just die if I don’t get my cock in you within the next few minutes.” He brushes his finger along my slit as he takes his cock in his other hand and strokes it from base to tip, and a little squeal catches in my throat.
“Something the matter, Angel?”
“You’re just…big.” He cocks his head to the side and I mentally scold myself. What a stupid, innocent thing to say.
“I won’t hurt you.”
As I take in his dark face, the way he’s studying me, my nerves relax. While this guy is a man whore, everything in the way he just touched me, pleasured me, reassured me with his words, puts me at ease.
“I know,” I whisper. “I…I trust you.”
He goes perfectly still and for a second I wonder if he’s breathing. God, did I say the wrong thing? Finally, he breaks the quiet and says, “Yeah?” I don’t miss the doubt in his voice. But there’s something else there too. Something that sounds like pride. He likes that I trust him. What? Do people not have much faith in him off the field? My heart pinches at that. Landon is a lot of things, but underneath it all, I really think he’s a good guy with a good heart.
Don’t fall for him, girl.
I quickly remind myself this is a one-night thing, and say, “We need protection.”
He nods quickly, like my words pulled him back from somewhere, and reaches into his nightstand. Back on his knees, between my legs, he opens a foil package, but I’m fascinated by his cock, the length, the girth and its hardness. I sit up, and adjust my body, putting my mouth close to him, and a growl tears from his throat.
“Angel, you can’t—”
His mouth slams shut with an audible click as I take the crown into my mouth, and weigh him in my hands. I’m not an expert at this. Heck, I’ve never done it before, but judging by his moans, I don’t think it matters. I lean forward and he sinks to the back of my throat, and my damn gag reflexes kick in. Dammit. Embarrassment floods me, and he cups my cheeks and pulls me from his dick.
For a second I expect him to laugh at my inexperience, to tease me a bit, but he’s dead serious when he says, “You don’t have to do this.”
The tenderness in his voice messes with me a little, and once again I have to remember I’m just one girl of many in this guy’s life. “I want to.” How many times does a girl get to learn about sex from a guy who’s an expert? A guy she’s always lusted after.
I lick his crown, and massage his balls in the palms of my hands, and he grips my hair, curls it in his fingers. He pulls his cock from my mouth as I steal a quick glance up at him, and he leans down and taking me by surprise, presses a tender kiss to my forehead. Warmth moves through me, and I take him back into my mouth again, loosening my muscles so I don’t choke again.
I moan without thinking and his loud growl follows. I never knew I was such a tease, but I like watching this man become unhinged.
“Angel…I can’t…”
I let him tug himself from my mouth and fall back onto the pillow. His gaze drops to my chest as he sheathes himself. Is he going to fuck me there? He settles his body over me, and his mouth finds mine as he takes my legs and hooks them around his back, opening my sex wide for him.
His thick crown presses against my opening, and I want to slam my eyes shut and hold my breath, but he’s watching me, his eyes locked on mine. I take a slow breath as our lips meld and explore the contours and curves of our mouths. Landon watches me I can’t help but think he’s gauging my reactions, but there’s no way he can know I’m a virgin, right?
He tenderly smooths my hair from my face, when suddenly his hips thrust forward. I open my mouth to let out a scream, but no words form as he sinks into me. He fills me, buries deep and goes still for entirely too long. My breathing changes, fast shallow pants as my entire body stiffens.
He curses under his breath, “Jesus Christ, I’m hurting you.” When I don’t answer, can’t find my voice to answer, his chest leaves mine as he inches back, his eyes moving over my face. “Are you—”
I grab him, pull him to me. “Landon,” I plead and lift until my lips are back on his. “Please…I want more.”
As I rock against him, encouraging him to move inside me, he follows me back onto the bed, his lips kissing mine as he pistons his hips, his big, glorious cock stretching me in ways I’ve never been stretched. I lightly scrape my nails over his back, and breathe through the sting until my body begins to tingle all over, every nerve coming alive with pleasure.
“Yes,” he moans as I rock with him, rising up to meet each glorious thrust. “You are so hot and tight.”