I can’t take it anymore. Snatching his hand from my chest, I begin dragging him toward my bedroom. His words immediately die off, breath hitching as I tug him behind me.
“I ought to spank that ass for how you speak to me,” I growl, shoving him toward the queen bed on the other side of the room.
Landon trips awkwardly, catching himself as he turns to face me. “Unfortunately for you, I’dlikethat.”
Oh, he’s deadly. He’s fucking trained in being a filthy temptress, and I’m slowly bending to his will with every passing second.
But I can’t allow it. I have to make sure that even as I’m making him feel good, he still understands that he isnothingto me. That his bratty little attitude won’t stand under my roof.
“You will respect me, Landon,” I tell him firmly, stalking toward my dresser to snatch a condom and the half-empty bottle of lube from the top drawer.
“You soundsoold when you say shit like that,” he snarks, giving me another one of those sassy smirks he’s so good at dishing out.
“Does that turn you on?” I ask, my voice dropping lower as I step into his space. “Does it get you hot and bothered to sleep with an older man, to know that I’m capable of pinpointingexactlyhow to touch you?”
Landon’s lashes flutter, his lips parting as his head tilts back to look me in the eyes. My hand shoots out, gripping roughly at the front of his shirt and bringing him flush against me.
“How?” he gasps. “How are you going to touch me?”
“Rough,” I grit out. “I’m going to fuck you like I want to hurt you, so hard you cry as you come on my cock.”
“Fuck,” he moans, his hands snapping out to take a firm hold of my wet long-sleeve shirt. “Give it to me, then. Hurt me.”
I search his eyes, the sparkle in them, hunting desperately for any hint of that previously shown sadness. But it’s gone. All that is left of him is hunger, anger, and need. Pure fucking need.
“Clothes off,” I command, and Landon must be fucking with me because he takes his sweet time with each article.
“Like this?” he teases, dragging his shirt over his defined chest with no urgency.
A frantic, impatient sound leaves me as I reach out, ripping the fabric over his head, and then doing the same with his jeans and briefs.
And fuck. In that little hotel room in Cali, I never really got a good look at what he’s packing, but he’s not wrong. Sure, I’m bigger than him, but he’s not far behind me.
“Like what you see?” Landon purrs, angling his hips toward me so that the angry, throbbing head of his cock is pointing right at me.
What a conceited little demon he is.
I flip him around without answering, shoving his back until his hands land on the mattress. Pressing the length of my body over his, I breathe in the scent of him. It’s masculine yet somehow sweet, like his skin is calling to mine, demanding a duet of some kind.
I trail my nose up his neck, enjoying each pant as I reach his ear, where I whisper, “My cock is going to bury so deep inside of you that you won’t be able to breathe. You won’t be able to run your stupid fucking mouth.”
Landon gasps, pushing back against me as he says, “Nathaniel, I—”
“Nate,”I growl. “You call me Nate or nothing at all.”
“Whatever you want, grandpa,” he shoots back, but his sassy tone is coated in a layer of desperation.
I pop the lid of the lube I’ve been holding, squirting some onto my fingers and using my other hand to pull his ass cheeks apart, and pouring some there too.
Landon shudders at the cold feeling, his hips jerking so hard I have to drop the lube onto the mattress next to the precariously placed condom and yank him back to me.
“N-no foreplay?” he stutters out, his body shaking beautifully.
The perfect shape of his ass, his slick skin, and his heavy breaths are keeping me from taking things slow. Each bratty little thing he says is spurring me on, leaving me unwilling to drop to my knees or give him the gift of doing the same for me.
“You don’tdeserveforeplay. Not after you ran your mouth.”
“God, Nate,” he groans. “That’s so hot. Do your worst, baby. You won’t break me.”
