“You won’t hurt me.” I wiggle my hips to accentuate the taunt.
Landon corners me against the metal walls as we travel to my floor. His mouth seals over mine, our tongues colliding in the next breath. I dig my fingers into his firm ass, pressing him against me. A growl escapes him as I nip his bottom lip. The elevator slides open with a whoosh and we exit with the same frantic speed.
I tug him toward the door by his jacket lapels, tripping over my own feet in the process. We tumble into the room in a tangle of knotted limbs and rising desire. The background fades into a blur as we stumble farther into the suite. Desperation scents the space like a fresh cloud ripe with rain. I’m ready to burst and he’s barely touched me.
“This is easy access.” Landon slides his hand into my dress from behind, wandering upward until he cups my breast.
Thank you, designer of the backless style.
I groan when he tweaks my nipple. “Oh, that feels so good.”
“Only gets better from here.” He adds his other palm into the mix, paying titillating attention to both sides.
“Yes, please.” A squirm has me rocking against the hard ridge in his pants. He’s raring to go, but prodding at the wrong entrance. That salacious tease stokes foreign embers deep within me. Never say never.
“I like hearing your polite mouth, but I’ll love seeing you full of my cock.”
“Let’s hope I don’t choke.” I bump into that impressive package again.
He rumbles low in his chest. “We’ll see if you can handle it.”
Damn, he really is filthy. This dirty talk is getting my engine purring like a fat cat in a sunny window. I rub my legs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache. All that does is make the fire spread faster.
He plucks at me for another moment before abandoning my chest. A clasp between my shoulder blades is all that’s holding the dress in place. With a flick, Landon releases the hook and slinky material pools around my feet. Cool air fondles my nipples and the peaks pebble at being exposed. I shiver, but not from the cold. Whispers of fabric being removed tickle my ears. I turn to find Landon slipping off his jacket.
He rips at his tie, undoing the bow with a haste that rattles my bones. His fingers start popping shirt buttons while I unfasten his belt. Within a few beats, he’s left in just a pair of black boxer briefs. The shorts cling to his jutting length, giving me a thick preview.
I’d been right about his clothes hiding a toned physique. Landon’s body is sculpted and cut, but not overly bulky like a gym rat. The deep grooves of muscle in his abs drifts down to make a sinful shape between his hips. A very happy trail leads to the only place left hidden from view. I want to trace that point with my tongue. My mouth waters at the idea. Maybe I will. Later.
His thumbs dip into the elastic at his waist, giving a snap for added impact. Then Landon shucks his boxers down with a shove.
“Oh,” I gasp. “Is that all for me?”
He gestures to his cock, which is giving me a standing ovation. “You’re welcome.”
“It’s so generous of you to share.” I grip his arousal in a tight fist, rolling my wrist to slide down the engorged shaft. His girth twitches in my grasp, all but begging for relief. The tip is almost purple and looks pained. I bite my lip, setting a steady pace.
He lets me jack him with slow strokes for all of thirty seconds. His palm rests over mine, squeezing our joined hands over his dick. “Get on the bed.”
I glare at him, his command an abrasive scratch on my flesh. “Only if I want to. The bossy attitude isn’t foreplay for me.”
“You’ll enjoy giving me control in this.” The promise booms across the otherwise quiet room.
“Doubtful.” But I take a tentative step.
“How about we take turns, and I go first?” His hands flex at his sides, empty and perhaps not wanting to be.
That macho attitude isn’t the least bit shocking. “But I get to come first.”
Landon’s chuckle is more gritty than his plans for me. “Always. You’ll never have to worry about me leaving you hanging.”
I ditch my thong with a quick shimmy and hop onto the silk comforter. “Saddle up, big boy.”