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A mass text had gone out at around three in the morning, and all the supervisors had been instructed to show up at the facility as soon as possible. I hadn’t had to show up until my regular time, but the energy in the place had been amped up enough to stress me the hell out also.
So, needless to say, I hadn’t spoken more than two words to Landen on Tuesday, but I hadn’t spoken much to any of the supervisors. I’d gotten updates as they had scrambled around to bring up one of the power panels that serviced the town’s utilities department, but that’d been it. By the time that they had taken care of it, most of the guys had gone home to crash, Landen being one of them.
Wednesday had been business as usual, though Landen had called in. Well, not called in exactly, so much as Waylon had told him to take the day off and get some rest. He and Edison Herndon had pulled a twenty-hour shift, so they’d both been instructed to take Wednesday off.
With everything settling back to rights, I’d been surprised to see a text from Landen as I’d been getting off work. He had been honest and straight to the point, but I’d still been surprised, figuring that he’d still be tired from no sleep on Monday and the disaster on Tuesday.
However, he hadn’t been.
“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” Landen murmured against the skin of my left inner thigh.
When I had shown up to the same hotel room a few minutes ago, Landen had opened the door, then had yanked me inside with no greeting whatsoever. We’d been a chaos of hands and arms everywhere, ridding ourselves of our clothes. It’d been frantic, but sexy.
“I love the way your pussy tastes,” he continued to murmur as he placed more kisses on the inside of my left thigh. “I could drink from you all fucking night.”
I couldn’t lie and say that his words weren’t working on me because they were. Landen Rush was very vocal in bed, and if I were a lesser woman, I’d let it go to my head. Instead, I kept his words locked up tightly in that little box of lust that I had for him.
My hands sunk into his thick, lush, black hair. “Don’t let me stop you,” I moaned.
“Oh, I’m not going to,” he assured me. “But first, I need something from you.”
I lifted my head to see him looking up at me from between my spread legs. “What’s that?”
“I need your lips on my cock,” he said candidly. “I miss the choking sounds that you make when I’m fucking your throat.”
Sweet Jesus.
“Then come up here and choke me with it,” I dared.
Whatever was going on between us, we were both able to recognize the battle of the sexes ingrained within what we were doing. Neither of us had given up on Monday night/Tuesday morning, refusing to grant the other person a victory. Instead, we had made the adult decision to acknowledge that we both had to work in the morning, so that had been the only reason that we had called it a night.
Now, while I couldn’t speak for Landen, keeping my eye on the prize was what I needed to do in order to not get emotionally involved. The problem with friends-with-benefits was that…well, if you guys were friends, then you already liked the person on some level, or else they wouldn’t be your friend. In my opinion, it should be strangers-with-benefits if you wanted a guarantee that emotions wouldn’t get involved.
My lips twitched as I watched Landen crawl up my body, then shift to the side, so that he was on his knees next to my face, his thick dick bobbing up and down with each breath that he took. I didn’t say a word as his hand slid through my hair, grabbing a good chunk for leverage. His other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and I was still kind of in awe with how big his dick was.
It was perfection.
“Open up, baby,” he instructed as he tapped the head of his dick against my lips.
I moved my head to the side, then did just as he had instructed. “Mmm…” I moaned.
“Christ, you’re so fucking good at that,” he hissed as I took him deep in my mouth.
I looked up to see his head thrown back, his hips already working his dick deep in my mouth, and it was everything. Now, while most women would disagree, I loved giving head. I loved the power that it gave me over my partner. I loved hearing a man moan and growl because of what I was doing for him. It was such a simple act, but men went crazy for it.
Landen’s hand tightened in my hair. “Swallow it down,” he instructed right before lowering his head to get a clear visual of me sucking him off. “Show me how much you love my cock in your mouth, baby.”
While it was hard to get a good angle in this position, I still did my best. However, I knew that Landen wasn’t having it when he removed his hand from my hair, then pushed on my jaw, angling me right where he wanted me. With all the skills of a professional lover, Landen started fucking my mouth, and the noises that kept escaping his lips were killing me.
Just when I thought we were getting somewhere, Landen pulled his dick out of my mouth. “Christ, I’d love to cum on your face, but I got other plans for my first load, baby.”
“Yeah?”
Landen crawled back down the bed, then reached out and rolled me over. His hand slapped my ass as he said, “Oh, yeah.” He slapped my ass again, then said, “I want you on all fours again.”
Now, I wasn’t sure if this really was his favorite position or if this was his way of disassociating our sexual relationship from our work friendship. Out of all the positions that we had hit upon on Monday, this had been his favorite.
Getting on my hands and knees, I presented myself to him like I had agreed upon, then waited for him to slide in deep. He always bottomed out in this position, and that might also be why he preferred it. However, I was quickly reminded of the second reason why this could be a man’s favorite position.
