Chapter 24 #2
Kenzie is okay thankfully. Most of her hair is singed on the right side of her head, and the left side is completely gone, but the burns are minimal, that’s what the on-staff doctor said at least, and she’ll make a full recovery.
Unfortunately, because she and Calvin didn’t continue, they’re up for elimination, along with Savannah and Noah, who wouldn’t even try to finish the race.
While everyone else got to go back to sleep, Landon and I got taken on a romantic date as our reward for winning the challenge.
We were loaded up into a golf cart and taken to what felt like the opposite side of the island, where a breakfast buffet had been laid out for us on a beautiful gazebo on a dock. They also had a string quartet playing music as the sun began to rise.
As soon as they sat us down, they told us to enjoy and that they would be back in a few hours.
Enjoy we did. We ate until we could hardly move, drank until we could hardly see and now we’re curled up on a blanket in the sand buzzed, full and stupidly happy.
I don’t think I’ve laughed or smiled this much since… shit, I don’t remember when.
“Do you have any allergies?” I ask.
“Nope. I’m a trash can,” Landon says as he begins playing thumb wars with me.
“I could have guessed that,” I reply, laughing when I finally get his thumb pinned.
Unfortunately, I think he’s just letting me win, though, because almost immediately, he breaks free and pins my thumb down. I pout as I try and fail to gain the upper hand again. Or is it the upper thumb?
“You’re not going to ask if I’m allergic to anything?” I tease, hoping the conversation will distract him.
“Nope,” he says.
“Why not?”
“Because I already know. You’re allergic to strawberries.”
I pause, forgetting the game altogether. “How did you know that?”
He shrugs but stays focused on my thumb. “You never touch the strawberries, and when you and Luna share food, you won’t eat anything off her plate if she has strawberries on it.”
“Maybe I just don’t like them,” I reply.
Landon nods as his eyes meet mine. “Yeah, maybe you don’t like the idea of anaphylactic shock either.”
I stare at him for several seconds because what the hell?
How could he have known that? No one knows about my allergy.
It’s not a serious one that requires an epi pen or anything, but something about strawberries makes my mouth warm and fuzzy.
I hate it, so I avoid them like the plague and anything that’s even possibly touched them.
Still, though, how could he have possibly put that together?
“So you don’t just listen to me, you watch me,” I surmise.
Landon looks at me in a way that has my stomach flipping. “Yeah.”
“For how long?” I ask.
He’s quiet for a moment as he looks down to where our hands are still clasped together.
“What makes you think there was ever a time I wasn’t watching?”
Did I say my stomach was flipping? Yeah, what I meant was it’s summersaulting, catapulting, triple-decker back-flipping (that’s a thing, right?) into oblivion.
When Landon’s gaze comes back up to meet mine, all the words in my head and the breath in my lungs are ripped away.
His gaze flicks back and forth between my eyes before he leans in slowly.
It’s clear he’s giving me enough time to pull away if I want to.
But honestly, cameras set aside, why the hell would I want to?
When our lips meet, a familiar fluttering spreads through me.
Then he cups the back of my head tenderly, lowering me down until I’m on my back and he’s leaning over me.
Landon and I are still in our pajamas thanks to our middle-of-the-night wake-up call, which means he’s in a pair of black boxers and I’m in my panties and tank top.
You’d think maybe they’d have the foresight to grab us some clothes or let us grab some, but that didn’t happen.
That might have been the full intention, though. Sex does sell.
Landon’s hands wander up and down my sides, slipping beneath my tank top and sending a shiver running through me. His mouth tears away from mine as he pulls back to look at me.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I let out a laugh. “If you stop, I’ll kick your ass.”
A sexy smirk that has my pussy clenching crosses his face, then his lips move to my neck and he slowly works his way down my body until he’s between my thighs.
He pauses, then hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and begins dragging them down.
When he tosses them into the sand beside us, I part my legs for him, and his jaw almost comes unhinged.
Confidence fills me, and I smirk. “Do you think this is TV-MA?”
He shakes his head, his eyes still locked on to me like he’s in a trance. “If they air this shit, someone is going to jail,” he rumbles before he’s practically diving face-first into me.
I gasp at how quickly he’s between my legs before a giggle slips from me at his eagerness. That giggle immediately turns into a moan when his tongue licks straight through me.
“Fuck!” I moan and look down to see Landon’s eyes on me as he drags his tongue against my pussy once more before stopping on my clit.
His tongue is glistening as it circles around me slowly.
My hips buck, and he does it again and again.
Arching my back, I reach down and bury my fingers into his hair, forcing him closer as I begin grinding myself against his face.
Landon’s hands come to my hips, gripping me tightly like it’s him who has to hold on.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train, slamming into me as I come all over his tongue.
Landon quickly licks up everything I have to give him before he pulls away, licking his lips as if he’s savoring the flavor.
My chest heaves as I attempt to catch my breath, then I pull him towards me, capturing his lips with mine.
I’ve never minded the taste of myself, especially when it’s on a man’s lips after he just tongue-fucked me into another universe.
Landon deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue against my own as he scoops me into his arms and stands up.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes his boxers down with one hand and begins walking us towards the water.
I’ve hauled off my tank top and tossed it onto the beach before Landon’s feet hit the water.
“What are you doing?” I ask, smirking against his lips before I begin peppering his neck with kisses.
“You and I have some unfinished business in the water,” he replies with a crooked grin as the crisp ocean water hits our legs.
He doesn’t go so deep that we have to swim to stay afloat, but we are deep enough that most of our bodies are covered, which is a good thing because we really are butt-ass naked, about to fuck in the ocean. Honestly, a bucket-list item I didn’t know I needed.
I wiggle against Landon, and his cock brushes against my pussy almost teasingly. I don’t want a tease, though. I want him, and I want him now. Reaching between us, I grab his cock, forcing him to suck in a sharp breath through his teeth as I line him up to me.
“Aw, what? You getting all shy on me now?” I taunt.
Landon shoots me a challenging look before he pushes into me with surprising force. The water definitely cuts down some of the intensity of his thrusts, but that doesn’t make them any less punishing. Or any less delicious.
“Landon!” I gasp as he circles his hips, pushing deeper before doing it again and again.
“Yeah, say my name like that, babygirl.”
“Like what?” I pant.
His eyes meet mine, and his movements pause. “Like you never want to breathe another.”
“Landon,” I murmur.
“Exactly, just like that,” he says, lifting a hand to grip the back of my hair as he presses his lips to mine.
Unlike before, this kiss feels… different. Like it’s just for us, and it makes me crave so many more just like it.
“Landon,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck and attempting to keep myself afloat.
“I got you, babygirl,” he groans through clenched teeth. “I got you.”
His words feel bigger than they are. Like there’s a hidden promise beneath them. Something raw and true and powerful. So just like that, I do as he says. I let go.
Together, we move against one another in a way that feels way more than just fucking in the ocean. It feels corny and ridiculous, like the moment has been hand-plucked from every romantic comedy movie to ever exist and pasted in place.
And it’s fucking perfect.