I place my left hand between my legs and run slowly up my inner thigh until I’m just on the edge of the hem.
“Poppy,” he growls at me as he pushes his hand into his crotch. And the tension in the car just rose another notch.
“I’ll make you a deal. You keep driving, otherwise I’ll make you sit there and watch but not touch.” My fingers inch undermy skirt. “So, what’s worse, five minutes of being turned on while you drive or having to suffer the same pain from the other night of just being a spectator for the show?”
The noise of the engine accelerating tells me my answer.
“That’s what I thought,” I voice as I continue to run my hand up and down my thigh ever so slowly, torturing him and me at the same time.
Pulling into his garage, the roller door closes behind us, and my heart is racing at such a rapid speed.
“Is this what you want?” His voice breaks the silence.
“Yes. But if you have changed your mind, it’s okay. I don’t want to push you.” I hold my breath waiting for his reply because I know this is such a big decision for him.
“I want this,” he says with not a moment of hesitation. Leaning across the center console, his hand slides around the back of my neck as he pulls me to him. “Desperately.” He smashes his lips to mine, and his hunger for me is evident in the heat of the kiss.
I’m panting as he pulls back and looks at me like I’m his next meal. “I want you in my bedroom, naked, in the same position from that night, waiting for me as I shower. And you better have those damn candy-cane socks on,” he commands, and my head is spinning.
Leaning forward, I start to pull down the zipper on my knee-high boots, and as he sees the first peek of the socks he has a strange obsession with, the groan that leaves him is deep and guttural. My body reacts in satisfaction that I’ve done this to him.
Walking into his room, I didn’t think it was possible to feel any more turned on than I was that first night, but I was wrong. It’s like we have been edging each other for a week, and it all comes down to this night.
No words are spoken as Landon disappears into the ensuite bathroom, and I’m left standing here in anticipation of what’s about to happen. All I can think of is how much I want to fulfill his command. Shedding my clothes until all that is left are my socks, I hear the shower shut off as sit on the end of his bed.
I can’t tell if it’s nerves or just pure adrenaline now running through my body. Lowering myself so I’m lying on the edge of his bed, feet on the floor and legs apart, I catch his naked body in the corner of my eye, striding toward me in all his glory.
Broad shoulders, abs I want to lick, strong powerful legs, and a cock I’m so eager to taste. His dark hair, still wet, looks so fucking hot, and drops of water are glistening in his beard I want to run my hands through.
He stops at the end of the bed, just taking in my body, and this awful voice in the back of my head is screaming that I’m a disappointment and he doesn’t like what he sees. My hands start to move subconsciously to cover myself, but he reads my mind.
“No!” he grunts as he drops to his knees. “You are so beautiful, and I’m about to show you what your body does to me.” He pushes my legs farther apart, and in a split second, his head is between them, and he doesn’t wait to warm me up.
His tongue swipes slowly but firmly up my folds as he takes his time to get his first taste. The scruff of his beard is a sensation I never knew how much I wanted until now. It heightens every sensation of his mouth.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, looking up at me, almost like he is checking that I’m real and not some dream.
His tongue licking over my clit has my ass jumping off the bed with pleasure, but I don’t get far. His arms move under my legs, wrapping around me until they are squeezing my ass cheeks tightly.
“I knew you’d be sweet, so damn sweet, just like a candy cane.” His mouth is over my clit and sucking my hard nub.
“Landonnnn!” I scream, and there was no chance I could be quiet.
“Yeah, baby, scream my name, because I fucking own you tonight.” And the moment he says it, there is no holding him back. I’m in a spiral of ecstasy like nothing I’ve never felt. It’s like everything before this was just boys playing, but this is a man who knows how to pull every inch of pleasure from me.
I can feel my orgasm building like a volcano about to erupt. It’s going to be big, hot, and powerful, but I feel this barrier holding it just out of reach. The last time Landon had me at his mercy, I was under his spell, and I discovered how much I wanted his control.
“Please… Landon… please, can I come?” I’ve resorted to begging.
“No!” The growl from him is all I get, and he continues to push me higher. My body is rocking and writhing against his hold on me. Holding off this orgasm is an intense pain in my pussy that feels incredible.
“I can’t… oh God… please…” Tears start to roll down the sides of my face, as one of his hands moves to my pussy, and he pushes inside me. I’m so sensitive but dripping wet that it’s like a welcome relief to have something to clamp down on.
“Ohhhhh!” I scream the moment he finds my G-spot and starts stroking it like a tease.
“Landon. Fuck! Please.” And just when I don’t think I can hold back any longer, the rumble of his voice frees me from my confines.
“Give it to me, Poppy.” I explode all over his mouth, where he takes every drop of my orgasm he can. But he doesn’t give me relief, fingers still sliding in and out of me while his thumb circles my clit softly, and he continues to lick me out.
