Addicted to You (Swanson Court 2)

I gaze up at his face, the face I love, the familiar features that are so endearingly perfect. His eyes are digging into mine, smoky, and hot with desire. “I want you.” The admission comes out in a low but determined whisper.

His chest expands. “Stop playing games with me,” he warns. “Go back inside and join your family.” I shake my head and he lets out a hot breath. “Or you can come with me, Rachel, and just so you know. I’m not going to stop until I’ve fucked you senseless.”

I sway in his arms, the force of heat and arousal that surges through me at his words making me unsteady on my feet. As his arms tighten around me, I know that, at that moment, I would go anywhere with him.

I meet his eyes. “Let’s go.”

His gaze darkens, his eyes flicking over my face, then he releases me and takes a step back, holding the door of the car open for me.

I climb into the luxurious interior and shift to the far side, my eyes on Landon as he slides in to join me. I can barely keep my hands to myself. I’m excited, shaking, hungry for him, unable to wait any longer to give in to what I’ve denied my body for far too long.

“The Swanson Court?” The limo driver’s voice is an unwelcome intrusion into my thoughts. Landon tears his eyes from mine and turns towards the driver. “Just drive,” he orders, then presses a button to raise the privacy partition. When we’re alone, he turns to me, and his eyes travel from my face, and down the length of my body. Moving so quickly that I barely have the time to register his intention, he reaches for me, his hand sliding under my nape to pull my face towards his.

“God, I want you,” he growls.

I sigh, feeling my nipples tightening beneath my clothes. I want him so much. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, and he groans. The next moment his tongue is sliding into my mouth, hot, demanding, hungry... I let him in with an eager moan, reveling in the taste – the feel of him.

His free hand slides under my dress, pulling up the material while stroking my thighs. His touch ignit

es my skin, even as my senses drown in the taste, feel and scent of him. His fingers reach the juncture of my thighs and he presses his palm against my core, touching me through the lace of my panties. I moan against his lips, already wet, pulsing, hot, and aching for him. I spread my legs as much as my dress will allow, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He pushes the crotch of my panties to the side and slides his fingers over my wet folds. I rub my body eagerly against his fingers, going crazy from his touch. He pulls his lips from mine and holds my gaze, watching my face as he slides his thumb inside me.

I cry out, my body clenching sweetly around his probing digit, trying to pull him deeper.

“You want me,” he whispers fiercely.

“Yes,” I whimper, grinding my hips.

He pulls out the thumb and replaces it with two hooked fingers, stroking my sensitive walls while he teases my clit with his wet thumb. He strokes it lightly, sending sparks of sensation to my brain with each touch. “Say it,” he insists.

“I want you,” I cry softly. “I want you so much.”

His chest expands with a huge breath, and he continues to fuck me with his fingers, pumping them fast while his thumb massages my clit. My moans are loud and uninhibited as I offer myself to him, my hips bucking wildly. When he stops, I feel like I’m going to die.

He lifts me with both hands, positioning me so I’m straddling him. I undo his pants, eager to touch him, to hold his cock in my hands, to have him deep inside me. His hands are also eager as he lifts my dress up to my waist before pulling down my panties. He gets them to mid-thigh before he loses patience and I hear them rip, but I don’t care. I pull down his briefs, and he lifts his hips to help me. His cock springs free, hard and hot, thickly veined and fully erect.

“Oh, Landon,” I sigh, my whole body melting with desire.

I position myself over him, throwing my head back when the wide head of his cock touches the slick entrance to my body. His hand tightens at my waist, holding me still and preventing me from sliding down his full length. I look questioningly at him, not sure why he’s waiting.

“Are you ready?” His voice, like his body, is strained and tense, like he’s holding on to the last remnants of his control.

“Yes.” If he waits any longer, I’ll have to beg. “Yes, Landon, please.”

Still holding my waist, he flexes his hips and pushes upwards, stretching me sweetly as he slides deep inside me.

I let out a soft moan, unable to control myself. “Landon,” I cry out, my voice weak. “Oh God, Landon.” I don’t know how I’ve managed without this, without him for so long.

His hands flex, stroking feverishly from my waist to my hips and thighs. “Rachel.” He closes his eyes, his chest heaving.

I brace my hands on the seat behind him and slowly rock my hips upwards until just the tip of his cock is inside me. Then, shuddering with pleasure, I push back down till he’s buried to the hilt again.

He lets out a harsh growl, then his hands are back at my waist, gripping tightly as he starts to pump upwards, the thrusts fast, deep, and hard. My whole body turns to liquid as I collapse against him, crying out as each delicious thrust fills me with delirious pleasure.

He finds my lips and kisses me deeply, stroking my tongue in time with his movements. The pleasure builds to an explosive peak and the world disappears, everything disappears apart from Landon, and the wonderful sensation of his cock stroking in and out of me.

My body tightens, my insides gripping him, then pulsing uncontrollably as I explode. I hear my voice, crying out helplessly, saying his name as the sensations paralyze me. Landon groans, then he’s moving, still inside me. He lays me on my back and continues to thrust inside me, his movements almost feral, his face clouded with a raw arousal that makes me want him even more.