“Good.” His eyes linger on my lips, and then he lets out a ragged breath. “Now I’m going to take you back to your office, because if I don’t, I’m going to have to find a place to fuck you.”
I’m shocked at the raw statement, but also, more than anything, I want him to do exactly that. I take a deep breath. “I can get away with an hour.”
He stares at my face for a split second. Then he gets up, taking my elbow as I rise from my seat. He leads me out of the restaurant, his urgency obvious even from the heat of his fingers on my skin, and I feel exactly the same way.
“Where are we going?” I ask as we wait for the elevator.
“The nearest place with a bed.”
The elevator doors open and he pulls me inside, not waiting for the doors to close before he covers my mouth with his. His lips are warm and hungry, and his tongue delves into my mouth, making me moan and arch against him.
“My place is closer than either your hotel or your office,” I whisper to him when he releases my lips, I’m panting, my words breathy. His hands are on my waist, holding my body flush against his, and I can feel his arousal, hard and insistent against my thighs.
“Your place it is.” He reaches for my lips again, and just as he claims them, the bell dings and the elevator stops.
He pulls away with a muttered oath just as the doors slide open. Immediately, he takes my hand and resumes his brisk stride towards the entrance. He’s already calling Joe, who pulls onto the curb just as we exit the building. Landon orders him in a curt voice to drive to my apartment, then leans back on the seat, his body tense as his fingers tap an impatient rhythm on his thigh.
The journey to my apartment is mercilessly long. Joe does his best to weave through the traffic, but by the time we get to my building I’m desperate with need. We hurry up the stairs, and once inside, Landon doesn’t wait to get to my room before he pulls me to him and starts to kiss me again.
His hands are everywhere, even as I lead him towards my room, our tongues entwined. He pulls my top over my head, and unclasps my bra, tossing them both to the floor. Inside my room, I start to work on his trousers, while he loosens his tie and tosses his jacket on my chair. I undo his belt and pull down his briefs to free his erection. He is so hard, fully erect, and warm against my fingers. Hungrily, I get on my knees to take him in my mouth, sucking on the head, even as I stroke the length from top to root.
His hips jerk as I flick my tongue over him. “Fuck, Rachel. I need to be inside you right now.”
I look up at him, meeting his eyes while still sucking on him. He groans and throws his head back, my name escaping his lips like a prayer.
He stills the hand I’m stroking him with and pulls out of my mouth, kicking off his trousers and briefs before pulling me up and laying me gently on the bed. He lifts my skirt and pulls off my panties, his movements almost frantic in their urgency. Covering my body with his, he moves my legs apart as he positions himself between them.
He lowers his head again, sucking on my lower lip as he slides inside me in one hot surge of his hips. I moan loudly, and he releases my lips. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, full of his desire for me. He moves his hips backward, then slams into me again. I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist and urging him deeper.
He takes my lips again, his tongue plunging into my mouth. My nipples are grazing against his chest, aching and tender, and between my legs, each delicious thrust is bringing me closer and closer to my climax.
My body clenches around him, eager to feel every inch of him. He answers with a groan, rotating his hips as he starts to pump faster, the wide head of his cock hitting the tight mass of nerves inside me, as he strokes the explosion of pleasure building inside me. Warm, pulsing sweetness builds between my legs and starts to spread through my limbs. My body stiffens, tightening around him, and a deep groan escapes his lips, the sound sending me over the edge. I shatter completely, my whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Still inside me, he gathers me in his arms and pulls me up, getting to his knees at the same time. My legs are still around his waist, so he’s carrying me. I brace my arms around his neck, and he takes hold of my waist, thrusting his hips even as he moves me up and down his rock hard cock.
I feel as if I’m dying of pleasure. Another climax builds, taking over my body. His lips claim mine just as I lose my mind, coming apart in a burst of pure exquisite sensation, and luxuriating in the unrestrained sound of his own pleasure as he pumps into me one last time, and spills his warmth inside me.
“SO are you guys like dating now?” Laurie asks.
“Hmmm.” I don’t hear her at first. I’m sitting on one of the smaller chairs in the living room putting on my shoes, my mind on Landon and everything that happened earlier in the day.
After giving me two incredible orgasms, he’d cleaned me up and dressed me, smoothing my clothes and getting me presentable enough to return to the office. It had been tender and sweet. So sweet that I couldn’t think about it without smiling. Of course, he’d left the jewelry box in my dresser, and I’d only noticed when I finally returned from work.
“Rach… Did you even hear me?”
I look up at where Laurie is lying on the couch, her head on Brett’s lap while he feeds her grapes with the decadence of a roman emperor. “Not really.”
“I said... Are you guys dating now?”
“I don’t know… We like each other and we want to see where it goes.”
“So… dating,” Laurie concludes.
“Don’t assume,” Brett offers, popping a grape into his mouth. “Set the terms. What exactly is he offering? Long term commitment? Exclusivity? Will there be a ring at the end of the tunnel?”
“What?” both Laurie and I burst into laughter. “Has anybody ever told you that you have such a way with words?” I ask.
“Once or twice,” he grins.