I shake my head. “Not that.”
He hooks his finger in the waist of my pants and tugs them down, peering at my white lacy panties a minute before letting go. He slams his eyes closed. “Torturin’ me.”
“Well, that, but also…” I wait until one blue eye peeks at me. I tip forward, releasing his cock, dusting my lips along his. “Blow jobs.”
His lips quirk. “I love those, too.”
Quickly, I get to my feet and kick off my pajama pants, leaving my tank and panties on. Crawling over him, confusion wrinkles his expression. “I thought you’re using me to feel good.”
“It makes me feel good to give a blow job,” I reply over my shoulder, my ass hovering above his chest from the position I’m in. “Makes me feel powerful, and sexy.”
“Me too,” he deadpans, boldly tugging the waist of his pajamas down, his cock springing free.
I roll my eyes. “I’m gonna suck you, Landry, but while I do,” I wiggle my hips and draw his focus from my face to my pussy. “Make me come.”
“What do you like?” he asks, surprising me, because Landry is a reserved man, or maybe that’s how men are in Texas. I didn’t expect him to ask how I like to be touched, but I’m glad he did. His palms cup my ass. “Why are you givin’ me that look?”
I shake my head, still straining to stare back at him. “I just didn’t think you’d ask how I like it, is all.”
He drops his hands from my ass, reaching around me to grab his cock. “You said you want to use me to feel good, so I owe it to you to make you feel good.”
“Okay,” I start, not used to this. Melvin fingered the place between my crotch and my thigh, and thought my adductor was my clit. “Well,” I start, my boldness draining away when I’m put under the spotlight. “I like…”
Out of nowhere, Landry uses the hand not gripping his beast to slap my ass, somewhat hard. “Don’t be shy, baby,” he says, the term of endearment coming down on me like adamn love spell. “Tell me what you want, tell me how you like it.”
I nod my head and lick my lips, ignoring the sticky, dry feeling in my throat. “Pressure against my clit, gentle. And then when I’m close,” I whisper, feeling more filthy telling him how I like to orgasm than I did grinding his cock. Something about verbalizing your needs is so vulnerable, more vulnerable than the acts themselves. At least that’s how it feels with Landry. Every admission, every whispered truth, every conversation ties us tighter together, bonds us more deeply.
“When you’re close?” he pushes, his blue eyes shiny and wide. “Don’t be shy.”
I glance at his hand, his knuckles swollen, fingers thick, palms substantial. “Two fingers,” I whisper. “Put them inside me,” I guide, still looking at his hand. “Then finish me.”
He nods. I turn, facing his cock, and straddle him, aligning all the parts that matter. His cock is straining so hard it’s an ombre of purples and pinks. A bead of precum waits for me at his slit, inviting me to taste him. He groans, trying hard to keep quiet as I take him onto my tongue and trace the curved ridge of his head.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I like that he reserves cursing for only the most intense moments in life. That’s sexy. “That’s…” His voice drops to a whisper, rough and broken. “That feels so good, Quinn.”
His praise is all I need, and I continue sucking him, pushing myself to take more and more until his shaft is completely slick with my spit. I work my hand around the base, using my saliva to knead and massage his balls as I tease his tip, tracing his crown with my tongue. His thighs torque and flex beneath me, the sight of dark hair on thick muscles stirring up everything low in my belly.
I’m swollen and achy between my thighs, and then he touches me. The blunt, callused tip of his finger drags down my folds, beneath my panties, making my thighs tremble. In reaction, I suck him deeper, moaning around the burst of arousal that hits the back of my throat. He’s leaking so much, throbbing inside my mouth, and when I drag my fingertips around his balls, delicately exploring the sensitive, warm skin, I realize how absolutely aroused I am by the thought of them being full from his restraint over the years.
His other hand rests across my ass, gently pulling me open. I left my panties on as a tease, but I’m so wet, so horny, so eager to feel him slip those massive fingers inside of me that I regret leaving any barriers for him. “Landry.” I moan his name around his cock, his finger sliding over my clit so slowly, so torturously, that my vision blurs. “Keep going, keep playing with my pussy,” I breathe, kissing a line down his shaft before licking my way back up.
He hisses, a jumble of sharp breaths and curses, and right when I think he can’t be hotter, that this brokenhearted cowboy I was assigned to film is potentially the best and sexiest lay of my life, he slips two thick fingers past my lips, urging them deep inside me.
“Oh, oh my god,” I breathe, sinking down on his length as he curls his fingers inside me, the roughened pads of his fingers coming down on my clit. He works my pussy with both hands, gently curling thick fingers inside of me while he uses his other digits to tease and play with my swollen clit, touching me exactly the way I like, as if he wrote the handbook to unlocking my body.
I told him to slip inside me when I was close to orgasm, and I don’t know how he knew, but I am close. So close. The idea of turning around and sinking down on his cock, watching his face as he unloads his cum inside of me, meatyhands claiming my body with a firm grip on my hips—I want it. I want it unreasonably so. I want him unreasonably so.
“Quinn,” he says my name, but it’s a warning. “Baby, it’s been so long, your little pussy is so wet.”
And that’s where we leave things. His affectionate term for me, the way he spills precum down my throat as I suck him deep, the feel of his thick fingers stretching and pleasing me, it all proves to be too much.
He turns tight circles around my clit, the broad pads of his fingers coaxing out a toe-curling orgasm. He fucks me with two fingers, just the way I said, and I bury his cock in the tight channel of my throat, his warning groan sending me over the edge.
Heat sprays the back of my throat as Landry orgasms, each ribbon thick and hot. I cup his balls, coaxing out every drop this man has, wanting it all, wanting to show him I can handle it, I can take it, I can and will swallow every drop.
And as he fills my mouth and throat, throbbing and groaning with each intense pulse, my pussy spasms, convulsing in an intense orgasm that makes my legs and stomach tremble. Landry fingers me through every second, slowing his pace as my orgasm tapers, and when I’m so sensitive I can hardly stand the idea of being touched, I turn around and sit between his legs, panting and sweaty.
I look down at the wet spot on my panties. “You’re good at that.” I smile, loving the just-been-fucked curve of his lips and the relaxed set of his jaw. I thought Landry was a grouch, but turns out, he just needed my pussy.
