Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Jett
Excitement pulses through me with every step towards my bedroom. Landon reaches down, grabbing my ass from where he’s hanging over my shoulder. I turn my head and bite his ass in return which is right there.
There’s something so exciting about all of this. I’ve never experienced anything like it before yet it’s not as scary as I thought it would be. It’s actually quite freeing.
The moment I saw the way my tentacle was affecting Landon, something inside of me changed, like a switch was hit. I can be the one in control. I can be the reason Landon is moaning and squirming. It filled me equally with power and desire.
This might all be new to me, but I’m ready to embrace this side of myself fully. I’m jumping in with both feet. There will be no holding back.
I carefully set Landon down once we’re inside my bedroom.
Landon only looks around for a moment before he turns back to me.
His eyes are lidded as he looks up at me, biting his bottom lip in the sexiest way.
I want to be the one biting it. I want to bite him all over until he’s covered in my teeth marks, until he’s covered in my hickies.
Jesus, I have no idea where this possessive side of myself is coming from but I don’t care. It feels like an animalistic need, to cover him in my scent, my marks, and maybe even my cum. Who am I to deny myself that?
Landon takes off his shirt, careful to pull it over his head without losing his glasses.
I take in his chest again, absolutely transfixed.
He’s covered in dark hair. I think people would call him an otter?
He’s strong but thin, built like a runner.
His chest and shoulders have hair on them, the complete opposite of me who barely grows hair anywhere but my head.
I want to touch him, so that’s exactly what I do. I step into his space and run my fingers through the hair on his chest. It’s softer than I thought it would be but not as soft as his fur. I move my hands lower, stopping at the point just above his pants.
“You can,” Landon tells me softly. With his permission, I carefully pull his pants down over his hips, allowing myself to see his cock for the first time.
I felt it with my tentacle but seeing it is something else entirely. It’s long and thick and surrounded by dark curly hairs. He’s uncut just like me and my mouth waters with the desire to taste him.
I might be inexperienced but I know one thing for certain; I want that cock inside of me before the night is over.
Landon steps out of his pants before taking my wrist in his hand.
He guides my hand to his cock. With his hand over mine, we begin to slowly stroke him.
Landon lets out a sigh of pleasure and I mirror the sensation.
Seeing the way my hand is making him feel good does something to my insides, it lights a fire inside of me.
I want to be the reason he feels good. I want to be the one to make him come.
“Fuck, Landon.”
“Yeah,” he breathes out, grinning up at me. “I think that’s the plan, if you’re okay with that.”
“Gods, yes. Please. I need you.”
A full body shiver goes through Landon. He reaches up and grabs me by the back of the neck, pulling me down into a kiss.
He’s completely naked while I’m completely clothed.
He’s at my mercy. I love this. I’m so hard I feel like I could break glass with my cock.
My body feels alive in a way I’ve never experienced before and it’s all because of Landon.
I’m completely swept away in the kiss. My hand is still wrapped around Landon’s dick, stroking him slowly, teasing him as we kiss. He tastes so good that my head swims.
“It doesn’t feel fair that I’m the only one naked,” Landon says against my lips.
“I would be more than happy to change that.”
Landon takes a step back, sitting on the edge of my bed. He rests his hands behind himself, his cock standing up hard and proud between his thighs. I lick my lips before getting to work, pulling my shirt over my head.
“Fuck, Jett.”
Now it’s my turn to shiver. Landon’s blue eyes roam over my torso and I swear I can feel his gaze. There’s something incredibly overwhelming, knowing someone finds you attractive.
“You are so fucking hot,” Landon says, still staring at my body. “Your body deserves to be worshipped. I want to take my time with you and map out every tattoo with my mouth. I want you to be the altar I worship at. Fuck, Jett.”
My entire body heats at Landon’s words. “That is the plan,” I say, repeating his words. Landon laughs. “Do you only want this because of my body?”
“No,” he says, his laughter cutting off the moment I ask. “No, Jett. I have feelings for you. Real feelings. Sure, this is all happening really fucking fast, but I don’t think that makes it any less real. And like I said before, we don’t have to rush.”
I toss off my pants and boxers in one go. When I straighten, I look into Landon’s eyes, making sure he sees how serious I’m being. “And like I said before, fuck that.”
“Then come here, sweetheart.”
Landon scoots back enough to make room for me to crawl into his lap. I’m bigger than him but that’s okay. I like the leverage of being bigger. I like being able to lean down and kiss him. I like the idea of wrapping myself all around him.
I wrap my arms around Landon’s neck and kiss him. His hands go around me, holding onto my waist before drifting lower, exploring my ass. Our naked skin is touching and I’m immediately overwhelmed. If I’m not careful, I could come just from this, just from these exploring touches while we kiss.
As much as I’d like to experience that, I’d rather wait. I want to savor everything with Landon and I don’t want it to be over yet.
“You’re an amazing kisser,” Landon tells me as he pulls back. “I never would have guessed that you’ve never done this before.”
Landon’s praise washes over me, filling me with fluttering butterflies. Normally I would fight such praise but from Landon, I allow it in, I let it sink under my skin. Instead of fighting him, I simply smile and say, “thank you.”
“I want to take this kinda slow,” Landon says, running his fingers over my flanks. “Any time things get to be too much, just let me know and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay,” I say slowly. “But don’t be too slow. I already feel like I could come just kissing.”
Landon grins up at me. “Noted. Do you want to fuck me, or…?”
I think about it for a moment before shaking my head. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“We can do that. Get on the bed, on your stomach.”
Carefully, I crawl off of Landon’s lap and toss myself onto the bed.
Excited nerves nip at my belly, anticipation making my body tense.
Landon crawls over my body, placing his glasses on the nightstand beside my bed.
When he moves back down, he runs his nails down my spine.
I feel like a cat rather than an octopus, lifting my hips, chasing his touch.
“I’m going to eat you out,” Landon breathes out, getting into place behind me. Goosebumps break out across my skin. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I say, not even trying to disguise the urgency in my voice. “Get on with it already!”
Landon chuckles before his hands are on my ass. He squeezes my cheeks, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. I gasp as he pulls my cheeks apart. Oh gods, this feels so vulnerable, so intimate. My head is spinning already.
“Oh gods,” I say with a whimper, feeling Landon’s wet, hot tongue on my hole for the first time. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I didn’t think it would feel like this.
Landon’s tongue wiggles against my hole. I tense up for a moment but quickly sink into the feeling. I can feel my body relaxing, giving way until he can push a finger inside of me alongside his tongue.
As Landon fingers me open, he pulls away, nipping at my ass cheek hard enough to sting. I like that. I like that a lot. My cock throbs below me, aching with pleasure, aching to be touched.
“You’re taking me so well, Jett. So fucking beautiful. I feel like I could sit here and eat you out for hours and never grow tired.”
As Landon pushes a second finger into my ass, passing against that sweet spot inside of me, I see white. The touches, the pleasure, Landon’s voice, Landon’s praise. It all sweeps together into the perfect combination. I cry out as I come.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, pleasure coursing through my body. Landon’s fingers continue to pleasure me, pressing against my prostate, milking my orgasm. “Fuck, Landon!”
I would be embarrassed if that hadn’t felt so fucking good.
Landon’s fingers are still inside of me, tingles of aftershock run through me like electricity over my skin.
Once my body relaxes again, he continues fingering me, stretching my hole and making sure I’m wet and ready to take his cock.
Sometime during all of that, he managed to snag my lube from my nightstand and I hadn’t even noticed until now.
“The sounds you make,” Landon says before he’s sucking a mark into the back of my thigh. “Fuck, Jett. I’m so hard it hurts. My knot feels like it’s going to pop the moment I’m inside of you.”
My stomach flips inside of me. I hadn’t even thought about Landon’s knot. Can I take it? Will I be able to handle being stretched that far? I have no idea but I plan on finding out tonight.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, Landon murmuring praises against my skin between hickies, his fingers working at opening me up. Eventually, I can’t take it anymore.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, “please, Landon. I need you.”
“You’ve got me. I’m right here, Jett, and I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
I sit up and turn around, grabbing Landon and pulling him into a kiss. As I plunge my tongue into his mouth, I switch our positions so that he’s the one lying down and I’m the one hovering over him. It was nice letting him eat me out but now I want to be the one in charge. I want to be in control.