27. Heather
27
HEATHER
I t really does scare me. The idea of speaking to my father is terrifying, but somehow, Landon is making it seem okay. He just has this way about him which makes anything seem possible. I don’t know how he does it. He makes me feel invisible.
“Do we have to go right now?” I ask Landon while running my finger lightly down his chest. “Is Max kicking us out now?”
“Nah, not at all.” He grabs onto the back of my head and grins. “Max will give us the time that we need.”
“Ah, okay.” I shoot him a playful wink, letting him know that I’m on fire. “So, you think we have enough time for this?”
I kiss him hard, my mind twisting off into a pleasurable place where all I can think about is how fucking lucky I am to have such an amazing man by my side. One who really does love me and has for years, even with our being apart for all those years. I might have been through a lot of struggles in my life, but it’s all worth it just to be here with him.
“Mmm, so we’re going to make the most of the safehouse while we have it for one more night, huh? I like that.”
“Well, we might as well, right?” I shrug and take his hand. “And I’m just trying to work out which room we should explore.”
“The living room?” Landon joins in. “Oh, no, we’ve already christened that room. The bedroom too. Not the bathroom, of course, because that would be gross… but what about the kitchen? We haven’t soiled that room just yet, have we?”
“Or what about outside?” I’m feeling naughty, and at least we know that no one will see us here. We’re in the middle of nowhere in this remote safehouse, and I’ve never explored that side of my sexuality. “In the garden. We have a nice garden.”
“Under the moonlight.” His eyes light up with delight. “I like the sound of that. That could be fun.”
I drag him outside, both of us giggling like teenagers in lust, and I press him up against the brick walls of the house to kiss him hard and fast. My hands run all over his body, and he’s feeling me too. His hands are eagerly trying to touch every inch of me, and damn it, I want to let him. There has always been an intense passion between me and Landon, a chemistry like no other, but ever since we told one another we love each other, it’s intense and overwhelming. I love it.
The kiss deepens, his lips and tongue claim me completely, and I’m in heaven because of it. Fireworks are already erupting in the pit of my stomach, the butterflies grow in size and flap wildly until I can hardly cope any longer. My knees are knocking together, my legs jellified. I don’t even know how I’m holding myself up anymore.
“Come here, you,” Landon growls as he spins me around and presses me up against the wall face first. I splay my palms wide, my fingers itching to grab on to something to keep me standing as his fingers dive into my underwear and he plunges deep within me. A guttural scream rises within me and explodes like an erupting volcano as he massages and explores me in a phenomenal way. Thank God no one can hear us out here. I would definitely get us caught.
“Landon, oh, my God,” I yell as his thumb grazes over my clit, setting my whole body on fire. “That feels… it’s too much.”
He doesn’t stop, though. He knows that I really want it. He traces the most wonderful feeling patterns all over my clit. At some point, I wonder if he’s writing words, communicating a message, but I’m spinning too rapidly, sinking deeper into the pleasure. I don’t stand a chance of understanding anything right now. All I can really do is lean fully against the coldness of the wall, rest my cheek upon it, and hope that I don’t fall before I can really explore every moment of this delicious sensation.
“No, oh, my God, what are you doing to me!” I cry out as his hand whips away. I was slowly climbing toward the peak of the mountain then. I could feel the pleasure beginning to build within me. The last thing I wanted to do was lose it, but he’s stolen it away. He’s taken my moment of glory from me and I could scream in frustration. “Landon, you drive me crazy.”
“That’s the idea.” He chuckles as he bends down to strip the air from my lungs once more with an intense kiss. To be fair to him, his lips also drag away any will to fight. I was just about to attack him with frustration, but not anymore. “I love it when you’re all wound up and needy for me. It turns me on so much. You’re hot as hell when you’re frustrated.”
Well, that I can’t argue with. But I can do the same thing to him, so with trembling fingers, I just about manage to get his trousers parted and I dive my hand inside. I have to admit that I do feel a power surging through me as I take his thick, throbbing erection between my fingers and watch his face immediately change. He becomes glazed over and dark with desire. He’s barely himself anymore. He’s just a man lit up with pleasure, and the tingling at my core thrills me, drives me crazy.
“Don’t tease me,” he growls as if he hasn’t just done the same thing to me. He knows I’m going to take this moment of glory for my revenge no matter how much he begs me otherwise. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.”
“Oh, I do,” I assure him in between nibbling on his neck. “But that makes no difference to me. I’ll do what I want.”
I drop to my knees for a moment and take him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, stroking my tongue around him in the way that I just know he loves. I taste every inch of him, loving the way that his salty, masculine taste floods my lips. I could spend all day tasting him, especially knowing that he loves me. I think I always knew it anyway, but this is on another level. Having him say those words to me turns me on more than anything else.
“Fuck, Heather.” His hands knot up in my hair as my throat opens wider for him, as I learn to take even more of him inside. I want to get down to his base, to drive him even crazier because right now, I need my man insane. “I need to fuck you.”
Hmm, I don’t want to take him out my mouth. I love the feel of his cock grazing over my lips, but my core is aching for him to fuck me. Unfortunately, the need to have him deep inside me wins out, so I slip him out of my mouth, instantly missing him, and rise to my feet. I soon notice the cheeky grin playing on Landon’s mouth and I have a feeling that I’m not going to get what I want right away. He’s playing games with my body, and right now, Landon Ross is winning.
“Here, take a seat.”
I slide back onto the patio furniture with my eyes fixed upon him the whole time. He keeps his eyes, with a deep desire in his gaze, fixed on mine the whole time as he hitches up my skirt and tugs my panties off using his teeth. As he kisses up my thighs, he murmurs about how much he needs to taste me too. It’s challenging for me to focus on any particular word because he has my head soaring into space. I can practically feel him edging toward me, and it feels good.
I cry out his name over and over as his lips finally connect with me, as his tongue circles me where his fingers were only moments before. The fire deep inside my body is flaming more intensely now. I’m speeding along the tracks, heading to the station. I don’t think that he can stop me now, no matter what he does. Landon stands no chance of teasing me this time.
“Holy fuck!” By the time I crash over the edge and into the endless abyss of pleasure, it feels like the orgasm has been coming on forever. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long. But the wait has intensified everything. It’s made the pleasure that much more explosive, fulfilling, and shocking too. My body can hardly stand the pressure of it.
As I spin into pleasure and fall with Landon at my core, flickering his tongue all over me, all I can think about is how much I love him, how deeply I feel for him. Reconnecting with my childhood sweetheart has brought me back out of my shell once more and transformed me into the woman I’ve always wanted to be. The future I feel with him is full of happiness and pleasure, full of everything I’ve ever wanted. Landon is my whole entire world…
Landon doesn’t give me long to stew in the post-orgasmic bliss. He’s on his feet in seconds, kissing me with all the passion I’m feeling too. He wants me just as badly as I need him. He might have sated me once, but honestly, one orgasm isn’t enough when it comes to us. I always need him more. He makes me so greedy, so needy for more.
“I need to fuck you now,” he gasps as he angles himself inside me. “I need you so badly it hurts.”
I spread my legs further, angle my ass off the chair further, and let him do whatever he needs to me because I just know that it will feel phenomenal. It always does. Every thrust is more intense than the last one, especially since he’s grazing over my clit with every single one. The parts of my body that he already has in flames are even more fiery now. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to keep myself in check. I barely have enough control over myself to keep holding onto this chair, never mind anything else. Staring into Landon’s beautiful eyes and hearing him tell me how much he loves me over and over again while the pleasure grips him too only makes everything better. It builds our connection deeper and more powerful.
The next time I tumble over the edge into pleasure, Landon does so with me. We come together, hard and fast. We lose ourselves in one another’s arms which makes my heart heat up with love, with passion.
“Oh, God, Heather Buchan, you really are incredible,” Landon says as he scoops me up into his arms to carry me back into the safehouse for our very last night together before we have to move on to something very new and very exciting. “No wonder I’ve never been able to stop being in love with you. You know what else? I’m getting a matching tattoo with your initials too. I love that on your leg and I want one too.”
“On your perfectly clean, unblemished skin?” I joke. “I can’t believe that.”
He kisses me once more. “Oh, I will. Just you wait and see. H.B. will be on me soon.”