Chapter 31 #2
Landry hangs his hat on the rack by the door and kicks off his boots, moving for his jeans.
He’s as large as the doorframe, with wide-set shoulders and a muscled body that tells the tale of ranch life and bronc riding.
I’m enjoying what’s mine when he glances up, a mischievous grin on his lips.
“I kinda like finding you watchin’ me,” he says, shoving his jeans down until he’s just a filthy white T-shirt and beautiful, tanned skin.
He wags his brows before disappearing for a moment, returning to the room with the shower started in the bathroom.
He drops to his knees between mine and kisses my thighs, then places a kiss on my pussy, over my panties, beneath my skirt. “She didn’t want you to be there at bedtime because she needed to talk to me.”
My eyes roll closed as heat infiltrates my veins from the flick of his thumb over my clit. “Everything,” I start, easily becoming breathless from his mouth, “is everything okay?”
He nuzzles into me.
“I need to shower,” I whine, knowing full well that he needs one, too, and yet if he pulled his cock out and commanded me to fall to my knees and suck it, I would. Sweaty or not.
“She wants you to stay. Forever,” he whispers.
Finally sick of the barrier, he rolls my skirt up my hips then yanks my panties down, making me squeal.
Mussed hair and gorgeous eyes appear in front of my face as I open my eyes.
“I want you to stay, too.” His voice is thin, threaded with fatigue and desire.
He places his thumbs beneath my eyes, on the apples of my cheeks, and slowly strokes them down. “Right here,” he says, “that’s where I wanna see your tears.”
I raise my brows. “Tears?”
His eyes drop to my mouth, studying and praising silently for a moment before he looks up at me. Landry’s nod puts a lecherous desire between my legs.
“Your throat is going to be so full of me that you’re gonna start crying,” he says quietly, sensitively stroking the pads of his thumbs over my cheeks.
“And I’m gonna hold you steady and wipe your tears, and when your throat is too good, I’m gonna lay you down, spread you out, and fuck your tiny, perfect pussy until you can’t talk or walk.
” He kisses the side of my throat, stubble burning deliciously. “How’s that sound?”
I nod my head, ready to put aside free use for a moment to become his to use. “You know, you can always use me the way you want, the way I was using you,” I start, a little embarrassed to want him so boldly, despite the fact I share his last name and wear his ring.
“I intend to do just that,” Landry promises, popping up from a squat with me over his shoulder. His strength is such a turn-on, knowing he’s capable of anything, able to do or fix anything. Fuck hot. “But not until we’ve shared a nice, steamy shower.”
In the bathroom, Landry and I finish getting undressed, though there’s no art to it. We’re horny and hot, and that combo has my bra flying and his shirt hanging from the light switch as we step into the shower, lips clashing, teeth gnashing.
Everything has become so frantic, and for a million dollars and all the Indie Film Awards in the world, I don’t know if I could stop now.
Landry rolls a bar of soap in a washcloth, and gets to work on my arm, draping my hand over his shoulder.
He washes me, steam heavy in the air, our eyes locked in a dizzying spell.
“You looked beautiful tonight,” he says quietly, and though we’re naked and he’s about to claim my mouth in a way that makes me wild, still, the comment bridges an intimate gap I didn’t know was there.
“I love seeing you out there, love feeling that skip in my pulse when I find you in the sea of faces.”
“Yeah?” I ask, suddenly feeling the beers and heat, and the emotion of it all. My chest tightens, so much that I can’t speak through it.
He places my other hand on his opposite shoulder, and begins washing. “It’s not done. I haven’t won just yet but…” He stops, the heavy plunks of shower spray making it hard to see. “I feel like I have. I feel like I have, and that’s because of you.”
I don’t know what to say, so I say, “Landry.” We wash, only now we’re on a mission because fucking in his shower, while possible, isn’t ideal. As soon as we’re out and toweled off, Landry smiles at me through the moonlight as we climb into his bed.
My hair drips, cool water carving a trail down my spine as he helps me get positioned between his thighs. The crisp, cold sheets contrasting our warm, tired bodies is immediately soothing, but there’s a flare of desire between my legs when he pulls the sheet back to reveal a ruddy, thick erection.
His eyes twinkle in the low light. “You want this?” His voice is all rasp and strain, and it makes my belly flutter like crazy. He uses his thick thumb to push his cock down, teasing the glistening head along my lips.
I nod. “I really do.”
“Mm,” he hums, the rumble in his chest a sound I could get used to. It’s the same little grunt he makes when he wakes, or after his first sip of coffee. “Well then, come and get it.”
He sifts his fingers through my damp hair, and guides me onto his cock. The tip is wet, and salty, and it floors me to taste his desire, how much he wants my mouth, how much he wants me.
“There you go,” he croons as I sink down on his length, guided by his strong and talented hands. He guides me down, lower, and saliva begins pooling around the base of him as I attempt to take as much as I can.
He’s so big, and despite the fact that I’ve never been a size queen before, I have to admit, I love his huge cock.
I adore the full, heavy sag to his balls.
I love the hair on his belly and groin, and the musk of a day in the sun working.
There isn’t anything about Landry Vaughn that doesn’t get me going.
He gently lifts me up, and I steal a breath before he guides me back down, slow and sensuous.
I wanted to attack him, suck him and stroke him into my mouth while the fire between my legs grows.
But he wants me to suck him slow, and when I blink up at him, I love the adoration scrawled over his features as he watches me adore his cock.
“So good,” he quietly praises, then gathers my hair in one of his fists, and holds me steady. “Now, you want it a little rough, don’t you, baby? You wanna feel those tears, don’t you?”
I nod my head, the crown of his cock still in my mouth. I love the way he meets all of my needs, knowing just how to do so. That’s something I’ve never experienced, and I don’t even think it’s his age. I think it’s just the way he works with me, and vice versa.
“All right,” he warns, gripping all of my hair in one fist as he keeps his thumbs on my jaw. “Own my cock, cowgirl. Show me what that mouth can handle.”
I manage a smirk around my mouthful of dick, then close my eyes and sink down.
His hands apply pressure—more pressure than I’ve ever felt—as he guides me up and down his length, his head nudging the deepest place in my throat, making me gag.
Spit pools beneath my tongue, covering my chin, and his delighted groan only adds fuel to my fire.
Gently, I cup most of his balls in one hand, and begin teasing the pebbled, warm skin, tugging and squeezing.
He groans, and the attention to his balls has his hands gripping my head more tightly, shoving me down his length more forcefully.
I gag harder, and then his thumbs gently stroke my cheeks, contrasting the chaotic movements of the face fuck as he swipes the tears from my cheeks.
“There they are, those gaggin’ tears,” he coos down at me, the bed squeaking when he gently lifts his hips to find more of my throat, more of my mouth.
“They look beautiful on you,” he whispers as his balls tighten in my palm.
In my mouth, Landry’s cock is hard and salty, somehow still getting harder.
He’s close, and as much as I want to swallow every drop of his pearly orgasm, I need him inside me, and I need it now.
“Please,” I beg when he lifts me off for a breath of air. “I need you.”
Our eyes wordlessly tangle in the dark, and before I know it, I’m on my back in the center of the bed, my bruised and muscled bronc rider hovering over me.
“Can I take you bare again?” The vulnerability that rattles in the lining of his voice makes my chest tight. How could he think I wouldn’t?
I nod my head. “Yes, please.” I want to feel his cock inside me, nothing between us. After a night like we had, it will feel so good.
He hooks his thumb in my mouth and groans when I suck it. “Can I come in your mouth?”
I nod and stroke my fingers through his damp hair, my pussy aching desperately between my legs, completely drenched. He groans when he lines the head of his cock up with my wet center. “My god, Quinn,” he rasps, bracing himself on his elbows around me. “You’re ready for it, aren’t you?”
I shake my head against the pillow. “I’m not ready for it. I’m ready for you.” I lift up long enough to steal a kiss from his lips.
He sinks each inch inside me slowly until I’m burning, clawing at his shoulders to accept the stretch of my body. He nuzzles into my neck, making sure I’m okay, asking me if I need time, or a break, but I don’t.
I shake my head. “Please,” I beg. “Fuck me hard, Landry. I need you to fuck me so hard, please.” I’m in shambles beneath him, nearly trembling from how much I want to feel his cock pummeling me.
The man that wears the chaps and number one-forty-three is between my legs, and that has my toes curling.
He slams into me, his groin nudging my clit each time.
“My pretty little wife,” he grunts, blue eyes captivating me in the darkness.
“And her perfect, pretty little pussy,” he groans, desire bleeding out of his every breath and movement.
Beneath him, I soak it up, soak him in, and pull my knees back to peer down between us.
He hammers into me, his big cock disappearing into my tight channel, only to reappear shinier and veinier than before.
So much more angry and needy. “You like this cowboy fuckin’ your tight little box, don’t you, baby?
” The bed squeaks as it clips the wall. My eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head as my clit swells and my toes curl.
“You want me to make you come? You want to come all over my big cock?”
Oh Jesus. Landry Vaughn with a really dirty mouth is the same as my Rose vibrator on my soul, I swear. “Landry,” I warn. “I’m close.”
He fucks me harder, the bed scoots away from the wall as he seals his mouth to mine, hammering between my spread legs, the slaps of his groin against mine echoing through the space.
“Take it,” he grunts, stealing sloppy kisses from my lips.
“Take it, let that pussy weep for me, come on,” he continues, his words ripping away the last of my restraint.
My thighs tremble, and my stomach quivers as the heaviest, biggest ball of need explodes in my body, heat unfurling through my limbs as I come hard.
Landry’s strokes slow, and he sucks my breast into his mouth as he gently fucks me through my orgasm, assuring me I did well, that I took him so good, that I came so pretty.
When my eyes open, I find Landry pulling out. “Open.”
I open my mouth and watch as he knees his way over my body, his balls scraping my belly as he fists his cock. Aligned with my mouth, he unfurls his fist and lets his cock slap my tongue. I start to suck him, but he shakes his head, hooking a finger in my mouth. “Keep it open.”
He traces my lips with the head of his cock, slowly, then slides his crown along my tongue. His bicep flexes as he strokes his shaft, and I get lost in the strain that fills his neck as his head falls back and a groan erupts from his chest.
Landry strokes as he comes, bringing his gaze back to me so that he can watch each ribbon of release land over my tongue.
I love watching him touch himself, and I love that it took so little to bring him to the edge.
I love the feel of his cum on my tongue, thick and warm, his most private, personal thing, all mine.
“Oh my god,” he breathes, stroking one last time as the final pearly bead surfaces over his slit. I lap at it and swallow my prize. He slides off my body and helps me up, passing me a glass of water. I drink it, and he plays with my breasts and nipples while I do.
He takes the glass when it's empty and sets it on the nightstand, and we sink into the covers in his bed. My eyelids are heavy, and lying in his nook feels so good.
“You did so good today,” I yawn. “We should get dressed in case Sadie comes in.”
He yawns, too. “We should.”
But then, we fall asleep, because the day was perfect, the night was even better, and sleep is easy when life is good.