Building storm, p.15
Building Storm, page 15
The door clicks shut behind us, and I pull away so I can turn to face him. As hard as it is, I need to be looking at him to say this, to have this conversation. Looking into someone’s eyes gives so much away, things I’d rather keep to myself, hidden beneath whatever false front I can put up, but if I’m going to fuck him, I at least need to be able to tell him that’s what I want without my back to him.
He brushes a clump of wet, matted hair from my temple. “I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight after the way we left things this afternoon.”
We didn’t part on bad terms. Far from it, but that kiss sent me spinning. I thought life was confusing before I met Landon. Now that he’s here, floating around in my orbit, he’s thrown me completely off an already unsteady axis.
“I wasn’t expecting to be here.”
A grin breaks out across his lips, and he grabs my hand and leads me through the open concept living room and down a hallway past several closed doors.
His bedroom is exactly how I pictured it in my head.
Not that I’ve been imagining him in his bed…
Shit. Who am I kidding? Of course, I have been.
The large, low bed occupies the middle of the room and matching dark wood furniture fills the rest of the space. It’s sleek and modern and yet warm, and it’s so Landon.
Thunder rumbles outside, close enough to rattle the windows, and driving rain pings off the glass. The storm perfectly mimics what’s happening in my body right now—a dark, tumultuous combination of want and need mixed with lingering guilt I’m desperately trying to push into the background.
He ushers me into the huge, subway-tiled bathroom and releases my hand to reach into the shower and crank on the water before turning to face me again. “I’m going to find something dry for you to put on. I’ll be right back.”
I don’t need clothes!
Screaming that would make me sound like a hussy, though. So, I bite back the words and enjoy the warmth of the room as the steam starts to rise from the shower.
His returning footsteps on the hardwood floors send my heart skittering.
Seriously, what the hell am I doing here?
I’m not built for this. Seduction. That’s never been my game. I don’t play games. At least, I never have before.
Do I just tell him I want him to fuck me?
Do I do a little striptease to show him what I want?
Do I give up and run out of here and hide away from him forever?
He answers my question by pressing his chest against my wet back and pulling my tangled hair to the side so he can nuzzle my neck. “I don’t know why you’re here, Storm. But I know why I want you to be here.”
His words take the stress of not knowing what to say and throws it out the window.
I twist my head back until I can press my lips against his.
The kiss is hot. Wet. Demanding. I moan against him as he turns my body into his. Soaked clothes cling to me, but the heat of his chest and the steam from the shower ensure the shivers racing through me right now are not from the cold.
It’s pure, unadulterated need.
Warm hands tug the hem of my shirt up, and I lift my arms to let him peel it from my damp skin. The storm rages outside as the warring emotions in my head and heart continue their battle. This feels so right. It can’t be wrong.
His mouth returns to mine, while his hands move to the waistband of my leggings. He pulls away to lean down and roll them off my legs. I grasp his shoulder and switch from foot to foot to help him remove them before he tosses them onto the tile with a wet slap. He rises to his feet and reaches around to unclasp my bra. My breasts fall free, exposed to him for the first time, and he releases a low hum of appreciation.
My heart flutters as his eyes rake over me, and I tug down the straps and toss it to the floor.
Pure lust simmers in his gaze as he brushes a thumb across one pointed nipple, then the other. Then his hands slip into the waistband of my panties, and he slowly lowers them down my legs, letting his fingertips brush gently across my goose-pebbled skin.
He leans forward and places a kiss against my stomach. “Let’s get you warm.”
God, yes…
He stands, yanks his shirt off, and drops it to the ground. His jeans and boxers join the pile, leaving him gloriously naked and hard in front of me.
Oh, my God.
This is what I missed seeing the other day?
My fingers itch to run along the lines of his hard, lean body and beautiful cock.
He’s magnificent.
A shudder runs through me, and he steps forward and takes me into his arms again before walking me backward into the shower stall.
Hot water hits my back, heating my cool skin. I groan in appreciation, and my head drops against his shoulder. He slides his hand across my back as he presses himself against me fully—a wall of muscle holding me up on unsteady legs.
Is it wrong to want him to turn me around, bend me over, and fuck me?
Or is it more wrong that what I really want is for him to just hold me?
The former may be morally questionable, but the latter…
It’s downright dangerous.
LANDON
Don’t question it, Landon. Embrace the fact that she showed up. This is her choice. Let her make it.
Having Storm in my arms was the last thing I expected tonight. I’ve spent almost every night since we met dreaming about her, about what she would look like naked and spread out across my bed…and now, it’s finally going to happen. The other day in her office was incredible, but it was hot, hard, and fast. There was no finesse. There was no time to do the things I wanted to with her…to her. There was no way that could happen there. It can here.
My hard cock throbs where it’s crushed between our wet bodies. Water cascades down over us, and Storm buries her face into my neck and clings to me.
She’s more beautiful than I ever imagined, and there’s nothing sexier than a woman knowing what she wants and taking it. Her coming here tonight was a massive step for her. I’m not going to do anything to jinx it. She’s calling the shots.
I’m hers to do with what she will…to a point. There are things I’ve dreamed about, things I’m not sure I can hold back from now that she’s here and willing. I need to taste her, to know the flavor of her release on my tongue, to feel her body bend and bow and have her hands tug at my hair as she comes against my mouth.
I slide my hand under her chin and raise her face to mine. “You warm yet?”
A twinkle sparks in her eyes, and the blue shifts into a darker shade. One I’ve never seen before.
This is Storm unleashed. This is Storm giving in to what she wants. What she needs.
Me.
It’s everything I’ve been waiting for and what I need to forget everything else and leave it in the past. Someone to lose myself in for a brief moment in time.
“I think there’s something else we could do that would work better.”
Holy shit.
My cock twitches, and I reach around her to turn off the water. This woman needs to be in my bed and under me immediately.
I climb out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist before holding one open for her. She steps into my waiting arms. I gently dry her hair as best I can, massaging her head and letting my breath flutter against her neck.
She shivers. Goose bumps break out across her exposed flesh. Every slow, soft stroke of the towel along her wet skin has a soft gasp whispering from her lips. My mouth follows the trail of the towel, pressing kisses across her back, her ass, her thighs, then around to the front of her. Water droplets linger on her breasts, and I lean down and suck a wet nipple between my lips.
She moans and buries her fingers into my hair. “God. Yes.”
That’s all it takes.
We’re dry enough. We will only need another shower after we’re done anyway.
I let our towels drop to the floor then scoop her up in my arms. Her surprised shriek echoes against the tile, followed by a soft giggle.
In the brief time I’ve known Storm, I’ve never heard her giggle. There has been some laughter, but a giggle? That’s something entirely different. It means she’s carefree. She’s not thinking. She’s not stuck up in that head of hers.
This is exactly how I want her. How I need her if she’s going to enjoy this as much as I want her to. My cock throbs, and my heart swells knowing I’m the one who can do this for her. Make her forget. Make us both forget.
Laying her down on my bed is truly a wet dream come true. Her damp jet-black hair and alabaster skin spread across the soft gray of the bedspread like some sort of masterpiece. If I were an artist, I would want to capture this image forever. As it is, I’ll have to take a mental snapshot, because I’m not waiting any longer.
While the storm rages outside, there’s only one thing I set my laser focus on—the Storm in front of me and what I’m going to do to her luscious, willing body.
I drop to my knees and grab her ankles and tug her down to the edge of the bed.
She pushes up on her elbows, and the eyes that were only a moment ago so filled with lust and need are now filled with something else.
Fear? Reservation?
Her head shakes, and she shifts back, out of my reach. “No. Come up here and lie down.”
Part of me is annoyed and frustrated she won’t let me go down on her. I’ve been fantasizing about how she’ll taste, what sounds she’ll make coming apart on my tongue. But the other part is more concerned about that look in her eye, and the fact that she won’t meet my gaze as I climb up onto the bed and lie back next to her.
I need to let her take control. That’s what I said I would do, and she needs that to feel safe with this situation, with me.
She shifts up onto her knees at my side, her focus on my cock resting against my stomach. Her eyes on me, examining how hard I am for her, seeing what she does to me, makes my dick twitch.
Her tongue darts out and across her bottom lip, and her eyes momentarily flick over to mine. The lust has returned, whatever else was there now banished.
I can get behind this. Though I’d much rather have her sitting on my face while she does it.
“If you are thinking what I think you’re thinking, then I have one condition.”
She frowns and sits back on her heels. “What’s that?”
I motion her up toward me. “You’re going to let me eat you out while you suck my dick. I’ve been dying to taste you, and I’m not about to let you have all the fun.”
The wink I give her might be a bit over-kill or maybe a little cheesy. But it also apparently does the job. A small smile cracks through her façade, and she shifts up and straddles me backward, placing her hot, wet pussy right in front of my face.
Holy hell.
She’s fucking glistening with arousal already, and when she takes my cock in her small hand, her entire body quivers. I grasp her hips and pull her backward, centering her over my greedy mouth.
Her hand tightens and glides up and down my hard flesh. I choke back a groan and snake my tongue out to slide through her core.
Christ. She tastes just as incredible as I imagined.
Warm, wet heat engulfs my cock, and I gasp against her flesh. Her tongue trails along my length as I plunge mine inside her, coating it in her need.
She moans and shifts back slightly, giving me even better access. I spread her open with my fingers and sink two inside her while my tongue lashes at her clit.
The suction on my cock increases, and she twists her hand around me with every stroke.
Fuck…I’m not lasting.
I need her to come. There’s no way I’m not giving her the same release that’s barreling down on me. She needs it more than I do.
A curl of my fingers has her gasping around my cock and driving her hips against my mouth and hand. I swirl my tongue around her clit and suck it between my lips.
She moans and redoubles her effort on my throbbing flesh. A tingling burn starts in my balls and works its way up my spine.
Now.
I bite down on her clit, and she cries out, bucking against my face and clenching her pussy around my fingers as she finally detonates. The taste of her release floods my mouth, and she regains enough control to latch back onto my cock while she rides out the orgasm I continue to drag on with my tongue and fingers.
Two sucks and I’m a goner. My hips arch up, and Storm pulls every last drop from my cock and all the pain, all the stress, all the regrets right along with them.
When I collapse onto the bed, Storm licks the head of my dick one last time, then rolls off to the side with her head at my feet and sprawls onto her back.
Wow.
The words to describe what just happened can’t seem to form in my foggy brain. All I can focus on is the taste of her on my tongue and the soft pants of our breath mingling together with the sound of the pouring rain and thunder filling the room.
I curl my hand around her warm thigh where it’s pressed against mine and squeeze. She shifts slightly but makes no move to turn around so she’s facing the same direction.
Silence occupies the space between us. I can’t remember a time a woman didn’t want to crawl up and snuggle after coming like that. Even the ones who knew it was just a one-night thing.
Is she pissed? Was it not good for her? Am I just being a total chick and overthinking this? Why do I even care?
I know the answer to all of that. Because I’ve never been a selfish lover. Even when the sex means nothing, I need to know my partner got it as good as I did.
That’s all this is. Worry about making sure Storm got off and enjoyed herself.
It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I actually like her.
Nope. Not that.
17
STORM
The pounding of my heart slows, and my breathing finally evens out. Landon’s hand squeezes my thigh again, but he doesn’t say anything.
How long before this silence gets awkward?
We’re getting close. I don’t know what to do with this after-coming thing. Not when I’m trying not to form a connection to this man.
I shift, and the bed moves under me as he does too. His eyes are on me now. They rake over my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
But I can’t look at him now.
I couldn’t look at him a few minutes ago.
Not when he wanted to drop between my legs to go down on me and certainly not if I had tried to go to my knees to blow him. The eye contact would have been too much. Him looking up at me with his mouth on me. Me looking up at him with my lips wrapped around him.
Too intimate. Too…everything. The only way I could do it was with my back to him, and the fact he let me do it without questioning why was a relief I wasn’t expecting.
“You okay?” His voice comes low and husky, and despite my desire to keep staring at the ceiling, I force myself to rise up on my elbow to face him.
Heavy-lidded eyes examine me. I nod.
I’m okay right now, but I won’t be unless we get back to what I came here for.
Sex.
Nothing more.
No talking.
No cuddling.
Just no.
He opens his mouth to say something, but I roll to my side and grasp his semi-hard cock before he can get a word out. His sharp intake of breath goes straight between my legs to where I’m still tingling from my release. There’s something so heady about knowing you can do that to another person. That your touch can make them lose their control.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt it…since I felt anything really. But his touch and his response to mine frees me from so much yet exposes me to even more potential hurt.
This is supposed to be simple. I need to keep it that way.
I slide my tongue along his length, and he comes to attention immediately with a groan.
“Fuck, Storm.”
Exactly.
Fucking. That’s the plan. Get it in. Get off. Get out of here.
I reach my free hand back in his direction. “Condom?”
He tugs open a drawer on his nightstand. The move sends his cock closer to my mouth, and I take the opportunity to suck the head between my lips. Having him in my mouth makes my swollen clit throb and my core clench.
I need this.
I need him.
And I hate that.
“Damn.” Landon drops back and places the condom package in my palm. “You keep doing that, we aren’t getting to the sex part, Storm.”
That’s definitely not an option tonight.
As good as his mouth on me felt, I need more. I need that void to be filled…even if only for a few moments.
I free his cock from my lips with a pop and tear into the foil package. I toss it off the bed onto the floor and lick my lips. “Then I better stop.”
Slowly, deliberately, I slide the condom down his length with a shaky hand.
His warm palm squeezes my ass, and he tugs on my upper arm. “Come up here.”
He wants me to ride him…to sit on top of him and meet his eyes…to stare down at him while I fuck him.
Not happening.
I swing my leg across his waist, putting my back to him, and align his cock. His hands find my hips, and I slowly lower myself down.
Fuck.
The large, broad head stretches me, and I suck in an unsteady breath. He’s even bigger this way, and being full, feeling whole, is exactly what I need. Even if it is temporary.
I move and take even more of him in. His fingers dig into my hips, urging me lower. Hot pants flutter across my back. A groan slips from my lips when he’s seated inside me to the hilt.
One hand works its way up from my hip to grasp my hair. He twists it around his wrist, tugging my head back slightly and sending little zings of pain through my scalp as well as a jolt of something else to where we’re connected between my legs.
“Ride me.”
The husky, strangled command and another tug on my hair send me into motion. I push up onto my knees and slam back down, forcing him deep inside and grinding so my clit rubs against the base of his dick. Jolts of pleasure race from my core out through my limbs.
