Landon is now naked, making it hard to look him in the eyes as I take in the smooth expanse of his stomach, his thick thighs, and his half-hard cock. God, he’s mouthwatering. It should be unfair to give such a terrible person such beauty.
“I’m only twenty-two, Nathaniel,” Landon teases. “I haveallthe energy.”
I’m glad to hear it, even if it does remind me that he slept with someone else just last night. Why? Because it’s going to be so fun to show him what it feels like to be wrong.
“Come here,” I say, and it’s quiet and firm as it leaves me. A direct order.
“No,” Landon says. He doesn’t move a muscle, other than his hip popping to the side once more as he smirks at me.
I reach him in no time, wrapping firm fingers around the back of his neck as I drag him back to the little counter across the room, shoving him against it.
“Ugh,”he groans against the pain as the small of his back takes the force of it.
His dick hardens further.
“None of that,” I chastise, slapping it with the palm of my hand.
“Nathaniel,” he sneers, a hand snapping out to grip my wrist.
I pry it away, feeling a heat so bright it burns as it builds inside my chest.Yes,I think,fight me.
“You’re being a brat,” I tell him. “This has got to go, or I’ll smack it until it does.”
Landon grins again, but this time it’s something cruel and evil. “Joke’s on you, grandpa. I love the way it feels.”
I’ll keepthatlocked away for later, but it doesn’t help me now. I need him soft.
“Does it?” I murmur, running my fingers through the hair on the top of his head before gripping it roughly. “Guess I’ll have to choose a different angle then.”
Something resembling fear briefly passes through Landon’s eyes, heightening my own lust, before he dispels it and shrugs against the pain of my grip.
“Guess so” is all he can manage.
I press my lips to his ear, feeling his responding shiver.
“Can you stay hard while I tell you a story? It’s a sexy one, so you just might,” I tease.
“Try me,” Landon grits out, and I kind of wish I could see his face from where I’m positioned, but I enjoy being pressed against him more.
“Once upon a time,” I start, shoving his foot so his legs spread, “there was a boy. And he was so beautiful and so sweet that no one could deny him. Not even his employee, who was so desperate to get inside of him that he broke all of the rules he was given.”
Landon scoffs, pulling against the hold I have on his hair. “This is boring.”
“The employee knew that the boy was lonely,” I continue. “So he snuck up to his bedroom one night, finding him in bed. He was so needy, so beautiful, that the employee had no other option but to rip him apart. Then to fuck him so hard the boy couldn’t even breathe.”
I’m not completely sure this is what actually happened, but Oscar did tell me that Atlas washelpednot that long ago, and there really is only one way to do that. Plus, seeing Atlas so desperate for me to save Julian means they really are in love, right?
“And after fucking him so nicely, after making him come over and over again, they fell in love. It was so sweet that all of the boy’s family couldn’t help but be pleased.”
Landon is still struggling, but his dick hasn’t hardened or deflated, so I know he doesn’t understand me. Not yet.
“Your little story is doing nothing for me, asshole,” Landon grunts out, his hands moving to grip the counter behind him.
“Oh, maybe I’m not telling it right,” I concede softly. “I wasn’t there, after all. Maybe you should call and ask.”
“Huh?” Landon mutters, and as he tries to turn his head to look at me, I grip his hair even harder. “Ow!”
“Call, babydoll. Ring up Julian and ask, specifically, how he fucked little Atlas into loving him so much.”
