Chapter 26
Landon
“God damn, woman.”
Ainsley turns to glance at me over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
I grip onto the porch railing as my eyes trail down her bare back. “I’m just now seeing the back of your dress.”
She rolls her eyes but she’s smiling as I step closer to her. I lift my hand and trace her spine with my fingers, loving the way she shivers under my touch.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You clean up nicely yourself.”
I fumble for my house key and stick it in the lock. “I’m just going to straighten up a bit. We ran out of here in a hurry. You can go right downstairs and—”
“I’ll help.” Ainsley steps into the house and immediately flings off her shoes, grunting as she does. “You have no idea how badly these things hurt.”
Mental note, give her a foot massage later.
I chuckle. “They look like they’d hurt.”
Ainsley heads for the kitchen. “Heels are medieval torture devices created by men to ensure their wives couldn’t run away from them.”
She continues on her rant, but my legs are rooted to the floor in the entryway. Ainsley moves about my kitchen, putting dirty plates into the dishwasher, wiping off the countertops. She checks to make sure the sliding glass door is locked.
All of this, for me.
She left the prom because she was worried about me.
My heart thunders in my chest, that old familiar feeling taking hold of me. Ainsley always used to make me feel less alone. She had my back, showed up, helped. Even when I was at my lowest. When I didn’t deserve her. When I didn’t want to admit it. She had my best interest at heart.
She still does, after all this time.
“Hey.” Ainsley sticks her head out of the kitchen. “You okay?”
I stride toward her, my steps long and sure.
Backing her up against the counter, I take her face into my hands, and I kiss her. Hard. Suffocating. Like I need her to consume me and all that I am.
It’s not like the gentle kiss we shared in the hospital.
It’s more than the heated kiss after the fundraiser.
This is the culmination of all the emotions I’ve ever felt for Ainsley Morgan—the good and the bad—pouring out of me.
My tongue sweeps into her mouth as she opens, so willing and ready for me. There’s no hesitation. Her lips move over mine, strong and purposeful, owning me with each stroke of her tongue.
She fists the collar of my shirt, drawing me as close as possible. I sink my hands into her silky hair, gripping it tight so I can tilt her head and devour her the way I need to. Her sweet vanilla scent surrounds me. I want to drown in it. Want to drown in her.
But I need her on the same page.
I pull back, panting like I ran a mile. “Tell me this is what you want. Because if you don’t, I’ll stop right now and we won’t go any further.”
Hazel eyes bounce between mine, her chest heaving with her ragged breaths.
I promised her there’d be no interruptions next time.
That she’d be mine.
I need her to be sure this is what she wants, because once we start...I have no intentions on going back to anything less.
Three words rush out of her mouth. “I want this.”
I sweep her off her feet and into my arms, making my way out of the kitchen. I carry her down the stairs into the basement—which is slightly terrifying, if you know anything about basement steps.
Once we reach my bedroom, I drop her onto her feet.
“You’re a little winded.” Her fingers fumble for the buttons on my shirt. “Out of shape, Golden Boy?”
“It’s from carrying the weight of your giant ego.” I clutch her jaw and cover her lips with mine.
She peels off my shirt, letting it fall it to the floor.
Then I drop to my knees beside it.
Her eyes track my movement, as I start at the hem of her dress, sliding it up her thighs, and pressing a kiss to each new inch of revealed skin.
At five-foot-eight, she’s all legs, long and toned from years of working out.
Closing my eyes, I inhale. Even her legs smell like vanilla.
I bite the inside of her thigh and she grips a fistful of my hair.
My hands slip the rest of the way under her dress until my fingertips hit the straps of her thong. I glance up at her, locking eyes, as I drag the thin material all the way down to her ankles.
Slowly, taking my time, my mouth makes its ascent. I trail my tongue along her skin, higher and higher, grinning as goosebumps raise along her thighs.
After teasing us both, I lift her dress over her hips so I can see her.
Fuck. Me.
Perfect, glistening lips wait for me.
“God, you’re so damn pretty.” My tongue skates over her, and my dick swells at the pleased sound that falls from Ainsley’s mouth.
I lick her in slow, languid strokes, savoring the sweet taste of her.
Ainsley lifts one leg and hooks it over my shoulder, holding the back of my head against her to let me know what she wants. My tongue circles her clit, and her hips rock, setting the rhythm for me.
I slide my hands around to her plump ass, squeezing as I moan against her pussy. My eyes flick up to her face, desperate to see the pleasure displayed on her features. She gazes down at me with hooded lids, her hazel eyes darkened, and lips parted as she pants.
Then her arms lift. Her fingers unfasten the buttons holding up her dress behind her neck, and the material drops forward.
“Goddamn,” I murmur. Small and perky, her breasts sit perfectly on her chest, with pretty pink nipples hardening under my gaze. I push off the floor and stand so I can swirl my tongue around one of them.
Ainsley’s head falls back, moaning as I give equal attention to each of her breasts.
“Landon, please.”
I hum against her skin. “I love the way you sound when you beg.”
“Enjoy it now, because it’s the only time you’ll ever hear it.” She plants her palms on my chest and pushes me back.
I chuckle as I fall back onto my bed, but the smile drops from my face as Ainsley shimmies out of her dress.
Naked.
Completely bare to me.
Her dark hair a mess from my hands.
Her perfect nipples still wet from my saliva.
Her pussy dripping, swollen and ready for me.
But my favorite thing of all is the way her eyes stare back at me. Wanting. Wild and desperate.
For me.
Possession rips through me. I never want anyone else to see her like this. To make her feel this way. My heart beats a furious rhythm.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Ainsley kneels on the floor and begins stripping me down. Shoes, socks, pants, everything that’s in her way. She’s on a mission to get me as naked as she is.
My dick springs free, bobbing like it’s trying to get to her.
Her eyes widen and her lips part. “Damn.”
The snarky comment dies on my tongue as she wraps her fingers around my base. She squeezes and I groan. And then her silky tongue wraps around my crown.
I watch with rapt attention, not wanting to miss a second of how sexy she looks with my dick in her mouth. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat, pausing to fight the resistance there.
“Oh, God.” My eyes roll back in my head as I grip her hair in my fist. “Do that again.”
She pulls me all the way out of her mouth before diving back down, practically swallowing me whole, again and again.
I’m way too close to coming. If Ainsley continues at this pace, I’ll be done before we’ve even started.
I give her hair a gentle tug, and scoot myself back.
She releases me with a pop. “What’s wrong?”
“Not a damn thing.” I pull her on top of me, groaning as I feel her smooth skin against mine. Her hands slide up my chest, over my thunderous heart, and around to the back of my neck. I nip at her bottom lip, sucking on it and releasing it before my tongue delves back inside her mouth.
She tastes like mine, and feels like home.
Mounting me with her thighs on either side of my hips, she rocks back and forth, coating my dick in her arousal. “Do you have a condom?”
“In my nightstand.”
She reaches over, digging into the drawer. I use her position to my advantage, sucking on her nipples and running my hands along her body. I grind up into her, squeezing two handfuls of her plump ass, losing my mind at the sound of her wetness against me.
Ainsley tears off a condom from the pack, and opens the wrapper.
She lifts her hips and leans back so she can roll it over my length.
Her body trembles against mine, or it’s me who’s shaking like a leaf—maybe we both are.
This is a monumental moment for us, and there’s so much at stake, emotion steeped in urgency pouring out into each other.
“Hey.” I tip her chin and bring her hazel eyes to mine. “We can stop right here if you want. We don’t have to take this any further tonight.”
“Do you want to stop?” she asks.
“I want whatever you want.”
I see it in her eyes, the moment she decides, the resolution flickering behind them. “I want you inside me.”
Fuck.
As guarded as she’s been, Ainsley is giving herself to me in this moment—opening herself up and being vulnerable—and I will never take a second of it for granted.
I slide myself inside her, inch by inch. She’s warm and silky soft, squeezing me as I sink into her. I use every ounce of self-control within me to go slow, take my time, and enjoy every second of this moment. Her pussy swallows my crown and continues sliding down my shaft.
Ainsley’s mouth falls open as her eyes close. “Fuck, you’re big.”
I hum as I bring her lips down to mine, peppering her with soft kisses as I plunge deeper. “You’re taking me so well. You’ve only got a little bit more to go.”
Ainsley moans as she widens her legs, adjusting for me so I can push farther inside.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Almost there.” I guide her hips until she’s seated directly on my lap with my dick buried inside of her. “I’m going to flex, okay?”
“Mhmm.” She nods, bracing herself.
My abdomen tightens as I flex my dick inside her. Her eyes widen as she feels it jerk, and lets out a small gasp.
“There you go. So good.” I lick her lips, and bring my hands up so I can toy with her nipples. “You move whenever you’re ready. Take your time.”
Ainsley pulls up, and then sinks back down, faster this time. “God, you feel amazing.”
“That’s it, baby. Ride me.”
I gaze down to where we’re connected. I’m mesmerized by it; the heat of her pussy wrapped around my dick; the sound of our hips slapping together; her ragged breaths mixed with her moans of pleasure.
We fit together so perfectly.
Ainsley has her fun, until a pinch forms between her brows. “I need more, Landon.”
I know she does. I know exactly what she needs. And the fact that she trusts me to give it to her has possession ripping through me again.
I roll us over so she’s on her back, legs wrapped around my waist, squeezing me like a vice. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder. “Hands up on the headboard, baby.”
She lifts her arms overhead, and presses her palms against the wood, moaning louder as I plunge even deeper. “Yes. More.”
I move her right leg to my shoulder, folding her in half and driving my dick into her. Harder. Faster. Giving her everything I’ve got.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries. “That’s it.”
“Yeah, it is.” I grip her hips tight, holding her still while I fuck into her. “You need to be fucked hard. To be owned. To let go of that control you hold onto.”
“Yes,” she whispers, as she fights to keep her head from slamming into the headboard.
I release her hip and move my right hand around her throat, giving her a light squeeze. Something flashes in her eyes, pleading like this is exactly what she wants.
I squeeze harder, letting her gasp for air every so often, while I fuck the shit out of her.
Ainsley Morgan likes it rough, and I’m going to give it to her.
Her eyes well with tears, and her moans turn to whimpers. She’s so close, I can feel her walls clenching around me.
Keeping my hand around her neck, I reach down with my other hand to rub her clit with my thumb. Her back arches off the mattress, and her eyes roll back in her head.
“You’re so beautiful.” I grunt as I get closer to my own release. “I can’t wait to see you come with my cock inside you.”
Circling her clit, her body starts to shake.
“That’s it, Ainsley,” I whisper, dropping my forehead to hers. “Come all over me.”
She cries out my name, her body shuddering, her pussy spasming around me.
It’s only seconds until I’m coming with her, pumping my release inside of her while my gaze is locked on hers, making sure she knows it’s her—it’s only ever going to be her.
It always ever was her.
Ainsley sees the man I am, and knows all I’ve been through to get here. Gazing into her hazel eyes, I’m overcome with emotion and it’s almost too much to bear.
I come with her name on my lips, chanting it like a prayer for penance.
When we’re both sated, I collapse onto the bed beside her. The only sound is our panting as we suck in ragged breaths, waiting for our heartbeats to slow to a normal rhythm.
“I was going to say that can’t happen again...” Ainsley says, rolling her head to the side to look at me. “But that definitely needs to happen again. And often.”
A loud laugh bellows from my chest. I wrap her in my arms and hold her there for just a few minutes before we have to get up and head to the bathroom.
“I can definitely make that happen.”
Because now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’m not letting her go.