Chapter 14 #3
His hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles white. His breath came in short, shallow gasps. Every muscle in his body was tense, coiled, ready for the blow.
The sweater bunched around his armpits, exposing his chest. Cool air hit his skin, made him shiver, made his nipples tighten.
Then Landen's lips touched his stomach.
Shock jolted through him, electric, disorienting. He looked down, saw Landen's head bent over his body, lips pressed to the soft swell of his belly.
Landen's lips moved. Pressed another kiss to his stomach, lower this time, just above his belly button. Then another. Another. A trail of soft, reverent kisses across the skin Adriel had always hidden.
He didn't stop. Didn't pull away. Didn't show any sign of disgust or hesitation. His lips kept moving, kept kissing, kept worshiping their way across Adriel's body. Up his stomach. Across his ribs. Over the soft curve of his side.
Adriel's hands unclenched from the sheets as Landen's lips found his chest. Traced a path across it, slow and deliberate, leaving trails of heat everywhere they touched. His tongue darted out, tasted Adriel's skin, made him gasp. Then his mouth closed over one nipple and sucked.
Adriel's whole body arched.
A sound tore out of him; loud and broken. His back came off the bed, pressing his chest harder against Landen's mouth, seeking more. His hand flew to Landen's head, fingers tangling in that soft hair, holding him there.
Landen sucked harder.
His tongue circled the tightened peak, flicked over it, toyed with it. His teeth grazed, just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain straight to Adriel's cock.
Adriel sobbed.
Landen's hand moved. While his mouth worked his nipple, his hand traveled down Adriel's body. Palm sliding over his stomach, fingers trailing through the soft hair there. Lower. Following the happy trail that disappeared into his jeans.
Adriel's hips jerked.
His cock was so hard it hurt, trapped in his jeans, leaking steadily. He could feel the damp spot growing, could feel the fabric sticking to him, could feel how badly he needed release.
Landen's fingers found the button of his jeans. Undid it. The sound of it coming undone was loud in the quiet room. His hand didn't pause. Found the zipper. Pulled it down.
Adriel held his breath as Landen's hand slipped inside. Past the denim, past the cotton of his boxers, straight to his aching cock. His fingers wrapped around it, warm, sure, and squeezed.
Adriel's mind went white.
His hips stuttered, bucked into Landen's grip, seeking more friction. His head rolled back into the pillow, mouth falling open on a silent scream. His hand, still tangled in Landen's hair, pressed harder, held him closer, kept him there.
Landen pushed his jeans and boxers down, freed his cock into the cool air. Then his grip was back, skin on skin, no barriers. His thumb swiped over the tip, spread the wetness there, made Adriel keen.
His hand began to move. Slow at first. A long, languid stroke from base to tip, squeezing just right, making Adriel's breath hitch. Then another. And another.
Adriel's hips started moving. Small thrusts at first, involuntary, chasing the friction.
Then harder, needier, fucking into Landen's grip like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
His cock was so hard, so sensitive, so ready; every stroke sent lightning up his spine, made his toes curl, made sounds pour from his throat that he didn't recognize.
All the while, Landen's mouth stayed on his nipple.
Sucking. Licking. Biting gently. Alternating between soft and hard, between tender and demanding.
He seemed to know exactly what Adriel needed before Adriel knew himself.
When Adriel's hips stuttered, he sucked harder.
When Adriel moaned, he flicked his tongue over the tight peak.
When Adriel whimpered, loud and broken and desperate, Landen growled against his skin.
The sound vibrated through Adriel's chest, settled deep in his bones, made him want more.
"Fuck," Landen breathed against his skin. "You sound so good. So fucking good."
Adriel's face burned. But his hips kept moving, kept fucking into that perfect grip, because he couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop.
Landen's hand sped up. Tighter now. Faster. His thumb swiped over the head every time, spreading the wetness, making everything slick and hot and perfect. His other hand roamed his body. Palm pressing into his stomach, fingers digging in, squeezing like he couldn't get enough.
"So soft," Landen murmured against his skin. "So fucking soft. I knew you would be."
Adriel's eyes stung.
No one had ever called him soft like it was a good thing. Like it was something to be wanted. Like it was something to be celebrated.
Landen's mouth moved to his other nipple.
Gave it the same attention; sucking, licking, biting. His hand kept stroking, kept driving him higher, kept building that coil in his belly tighter and tighter.
"You're so pretty," Landen breathed. "You have no idea. No idea how pretty you are."
Adriel shook his head.
Landen's grip tightened. His stroke slowed, became punishing.
"Don't," he said. His voice was rough, desperate. "Don't argue with me. Not now. Not when I have my hand on your cock and you're making those sounds for me."
Adriel sobbed.
"I've wanted this," Landen continued, mouth moving against his skin.
"Wanted you. For months. Every time you walked past my office.
Every time you smiled at me. Every time you tucked your head down and tried to make yourself smaller.
" His teeth grazed Adriel's nipple. "I wanted to tell you.
Wanted to show you. Wanted to get my hands on you and make you see. "
His hand sped up again.
"See how gorgeous you are. How perfect. How much I want you."
Adriel's hand tightened in his hair. Pulled him closer. Pressed his face harder against his chest because he couldn't take it.
"You drive me crazy," Landen whispered. "You know that? I walk into work and I can't think. Can't focus. Can't do anything except wonder if you're there, if I'll see you, if you'll look at me."
His hips pressed against Adriel's thigh. Showed him the proof; the hard length of him, the want that matched Adriel's own.
"Feel that?" Landen breathed. "That's what you do to me. Every fucking day."
Adriel's breath came in short, sharp gasps. The coil in his belly was wound so tight he thought he might shatter.
"I've never…" he started, voice broken.
"Never what?" Landen's thumb pressed into the slit, made him gasp. "Never been touched like this? Never been told how beautiful you are?"
Adriel nodded. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, slid down his temples, disappeared into his hair.
Landen made a sound. Low. Wrecked. Like Adriel's words had hurt him somehow.
"Then let me," he said. "Let me show you. Let me be the one."
His hand moved faster. Harder. Perfect.
"You're so good," he breathed. "So good for me. Taking my touch so well. Making those sounds."
Adriel whimpered.
"Such a good boy."
The words hit him like lightning. Went straight to his cock, his chest, somewhere deep inside he hadn't known existed. His hips bucked, his back arched, a broken moan tore from his throat.
"Yeah," Landen breathed. "You like that. Like being told you're good."
Adriel couldn't answer. Couldn't speak. Could only hold on, fingers twisted in Landen's hair, as that perfect hand worked him closer and closer to the edge.
"I want you to cum for me," Landen whispered. His mouth found Adriel's throat, sucked a mark into the skin there. "Want to feel you come apart in my hand. Want to watch you."
Adriel shook his head. "I can't… it's too…"
"You can." Landen's lips brushed his jaw. "You will. Let go for me, baby."
His hips stuttered, his breath caught, his whole body tensed on the edge of something enormous.