“All your clothes.”
God, that voice! I take a deep breath and reach behind me to unhook my bra, freeing my breasts as I pull it off my shoulders, before dropping it on the ground. His eyes drop from my face to my exposed breasts, and as if he’s actually touching them, my nipples respond to his gaze, the pink tips tightening and extending. I hook my fingers into the elastic band of my panties and pull them down far enough so they can fall on their own, and then I step out of them.
His expression doesn’t change, but his eyes don’t leave me. I watch as they move from my breasts down the length of my body.
“Get on the bed,” he orders, his voice a little rougher than before.
The bed is a king sized beauty. I imagine us, bodies, entwined, rolling around on it. Swallowing nervously, I walk over to the edge, turning around to face Landon before I lower myself onto the soft sheets.
Suddenly, he gets up from the armchair, towering over me as he starts first to undo his cuffs, and then to unbutton his shirt. “Take off your shoes, Rachel,” he says. “Pull up your legs and spread them, I want to see you touch yourself.”
My lips part almost involuntarily, and nervously, I wet them with my tongue. This should feel weird. But as I watch him undo his buttons to reveal the perfectly defined muscles of his chest, I can only feel the insistent pulsing increase between my legs, making me eager to do as he says. I kick off my shoes and lift my feet to the edge of the bed, lying back and spreading my legs slowly, relishing the fact that his eyes are focused on me. My fingers reach between my wet folds, slipping easily over the most sensitive parts of me, and I close my eyes, letting out a small moan.
“Open your eyes.” The words are a command. “Don’t close them. Don’t do anything unless I tell you to.”
I obey. His shirt is off now, and the sight of the hard muscles and the flat board that’s his stomach totally take my breath away. His body is perfectly sculpted, not bulky, just lean, strong, and flawless.
His trousers soon follow the path of the shirt. At the sight of the hard, straining ridge in his briefs, I lick my lips again, transfixed. I want to see him. I want to touch him. I want to run my tongue over his nipples and lick the taut skin over his muscles. I feel unlike myself, as if the girl I usually am has disappeared, leaving a hedonistic alter-ego to take over. I want him in my mouth, inside me. I want him to grab hold of my legs and hold me still while he plunges deep into me. The thought is almost enough to make me come… I release a soft, helpless moan and rub myself harder. My insides are throbbing with desire. I want to beg him to hurry. I move a finger down to the wet pulsing entrance to my body, then slip it inside. My body clenches sweetly. I want more.
My eyes follow his movements as he pulls down his briefs to reveal the full length of his throbbing erection, and I moan again, begging him with my eyes to hurry. He reaches for the condoms, and I watch as he rolls one onto his hard, turgid length.
My breathing is coming in pants now, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He advances towards me, his erection fisted in his hand. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want him inside me at this moment.
Kneeling on the bed between my legs, he reaches for my hand, stilling the movement of my fingers. Then he takes over, palming me while he slips two fingers inside me.
My body clenches eagerly and I groan, spreading my legs wider as his fingers slide in and out, stroking the sensitive places inside me. His thumb finds my clit, and he plays leisurely with the swollen mass of nerves, driving me crazy. I grab hold of the sheets, my hips moving shamelessly to meet his fingers.
“Don’t stop.” I moan, feeling the beginning of an orgasm. I need this so much. “Oh, please don’t stop.”
In reply, he inserts another finger and my brain shuts down. I cry out as my body tightens, then shatters in a massive explosion of pure pleasure.
I don’t even have time to catch my breath before he grabs hold of my legs and pulls me towards him, plunging into me with one swift movement. I cry out helplessly, surrendering myself to the pleasure as he fills me, thrusting deep with every rock-hard stroke.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. My whole body feels warm and sweet. I can already feel another climax coming as heat spreads from my core. He picks up his pace, his chest tightening as he pumps harder and faster. He grunts softly with each sure thrust, his eyes closed, his lips slightly open as he grinds his hips into me. I come with a loud moan, my body spasming as the waves of pleasure wash over me. He plunges deeper, a loud groan escaping his lips as his climax seizes him and leaves him panting, his chest heaving as he releases my legs.
MY legs fall back on the bed, shaking uncontrollably. Even though the air in the room is cool, there’s a sheen of sweat on my skin, and on Landon’s too, making his chest and arms gleam in the soft light of the room.
He pulls out of me, still slightly hard, making my body pulse with post-orgasmic pleasure. I sigh and fall back on the pillows, watching him through heavy eyes while he gets up and takes care of the condom.
He returns to the bed to join me, handing me a tissue. After I’ve cleaned up, he takes it back from me and tosses it. We’re both silent, and I start to wonder what he’s thinking. I shouldn’t care. It’s just a one-night stand after all. Although, if I'm honest, it has turned out to be the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
“I can’t feel my legs.” I almost don’t realize I’ve said the words out loud, and when I do, I chuckle softly, slightly embarrassed.
“If it makes you feel any better,” Landon replies, “I can’t feel mine either.”
We both laugh. Even his laugh is sexy, deep and soft. He’s so good-looking, so perfect. I can’t even fathom why he would ever need a hooker.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Go on,” he says.
“Why would someone who looks like you ever need a hooker?”
His eyebrow goes up. “Looks like me?” he repeats.
I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean. Someone as hot as you are.”
“Not to mention devastating in bed,” he adds with a grin.