“What are you doing?” I ask, when he sets me down.
He gives me a look. “You wanted to shower?”
“Yes...”
“Shh.” He turns on the water, testing it to get the right temperature. Then he reaches for the bottle of body wash. Even in the steamy enclosure, I notice that he’s hard again. How on earth does he do it!
He pours some of the soapy liquid on his palm. “Turn around,” he orders.
I do as he says, already aroused. He spreads the soap on my back, then my arms, his hands snaking in front of my body to soap my breasts, and then my stomach. By the time he starts working on my buttocks, my legs are weak, and my sex is pulsing with desire.
He rubs the soapy liquid across my buttocks and my hips, spreading the round cheeks of my buttocks with each repeated motion. Hooking an arm around my waist, he pulls my ass back towards him. I steady myself by placing my hands on the glass wall of the stall, and gasp when with his free hand, he parts my butt cheeks, one finger coming to rest on the puckered opening between them.
As he moves his finger, massaging the tight ring, the feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I don’t want him to stop. At the same time, I can feel his erection pressing against the back of my thighs, intensifying my need to have him inside me.
The hand on my stomach slides down between my legs. It slips between my folds and finds my clit, and a loud moan escapes me when he starts to stroke it.
“What was it you said about recovering my strength?” he asks.
My only response is another moan, which intensifies when the finger at my rear dips inside the entrance. My hips roll of their own accord, my body taken over by need verging on desperation.
“I don’t need to recover my strength when it comes to you,” Landon whispers. “I could fuck you all day long.”
I want him to fuck me now. I reach behind me, wanting to touch him at least, to feel his thick hardness in my hands, but he doesn’t let me. He pushes my hand away and leaves me hanging for a couple of seconds before I feel the head of his cock pushing into me from behind. Even as he slides fully inside me, his finger is still playing with my puckered rear opening, sending unbearable sensation through me even as he rocks his hips, using his cock to drive me to an explosive dimension of pleasure.
With only a few strokes, my entire body is shaking, the pleasure nearly unbearable. My skin is covered with sweat and water and steam, and my whole body is pulsing, suffused with pleasure so intense that I can’t bear it. My hands flex against the glass wall of the stall, a scream tearing from my throat as I come so hard my legs give out.
Landon holds me up, his own climax coming at the end of mine. He slams into me and comes in a hot surge, his growl full of ecstasy that mirrors what I feel.
Later, after he has washed me all over my body, and shampooed my hair, he wraps me in a towel and carries me over to his bed.
I snuggle against him, happy and contented. “What’s the plan for today?”
“I already said I was going to spend all day fucking you.”
“Ha!” I laugh softly. “I’d probably be dead by lunchtime. Though it wouldn’t be so bad, dying of pleasure.”
His chest rumbles as he joins in my laughter. “I’d probably be the one dying from trying to keep up with you.” He nuzzles my ear. “After breakfast, I have a few calls to make, then we’re going out.”
I raise a questioning brow. “Out to where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises,” I declare with a pout.
“I’m sure you’ll like this one,” he says, getting off
the bed, his tight muscles flexing as he walks towards the dressing room.
I leave his bed, retrieving my clothes from the floor before going to my room, where I get dressed and make myself presentable. By the time I come back to the living room, Landon is already dressed. He asks what I’d like for breakfast, then makes the order. When he’s done, we go outside to the terrace, where he reads his newspaper, while I check my phone for emails and messages.
I had a great time yesterday, a text from Jack reads, looking forward to hanging out when I get back.
There’s no mention of Landon at all, but somehow, he’s there between Jack and me, even in the message. In a moment of clarity I realize that whatever my feelings for Jack were before, after Landon, they’re almost certainly gone.
Acting on a suspicion I’ve had since yesterday, I do a search on Claudia Sever. The first few results are news articles from entertainment sites, and they confirm my suspicions. According to the sites, Claudia Sever has rekindled her on-again off-again relationship with billionaire Reese Fletcher, after ending a short engagement with American writer and TV personality Jack Weyland.
I’m glad that I don’t even care enough to be disappointed in Jack. Why would he tell me that he had been dumped? It didn’t gel with his image, he was usually the one doing the dumping.