Addicted to You (Swanson Court 2)

He holds me there for a few seconds, unmoving, my breasts pressed against his chest, my body filled with him. I squirm, my inner walls clenching around him, but he holds me still, whispering soft endearments in my ear, kissing my throat, my face, my lips.

I let out a desperate moan, my hips straining, trying to ride his cock, but he tightens his hold on me. One hand slides over my buttocks and cups my butt, kneading the soft flesh for a few delicious moments before his fingers slide between my cheeks. One finger rims the tight opening there, stimulating and teasing at the entrance before slowly sliding inside.

My whole body contracts with pleasure. I grind my hips desperately, groaning my need. Landon continues to tease me with his finger, rimming me from behind, while his cock throbs unmoving inside me.

“You’re so sweet,” he whispers. “I love being buried so deep in your hot pussy.”

I cry out helplessly, my body clenching, eager for him to fuck me, even as his teasing at my rear opening intensifies. “Please,” I beg frantically, desire driving me insane. “Please Landon, fuck me now, fuck me hard…oh God!”

His hips move, flexing hard, till I can feel the warm softness of his balls pressed against my wet center. Then he pulls out and drives in again, this time even deeper, his finger still stimulating me from behind.

All my senses are on overdrive. Everything is centered on his sweetness of his cock inside me, the decadent pleasure from behind, and my clit rubbing against him every time he thrusts hot and deep into me. I’m utterly helpless, all I want, all I need, is for him to go on fucking me. As long as he wants, anyway he wants, everywhere he wants.

And he does, thrusting into my pulsing body over and over, pushing me closer and closer to an insane height of pleasure. I surrender my senses to him, feeling nothing but the sweet sensations of his skillful touch.

My climax tears out of me with a tortuous cry and my whole body explodes. He continues to drive into me, until I come again, and again, and my whole body feels weak and spent, liquid and boneless. Only then does he let go of his control, his abandoned groan as he fills me with the heat of his climax spurring me to another final orgasm.

He falls back on the bed, me on top of him, sweaty and exhausted. I feel tender, but so suffused with pleasure that I’m practically floating. I fall asleep listening to his heart beat as his chest rises and falls. I love you, I say silently, inside my head. I love you so much.

His arm tightens around me, almost as if he heard, but when I wake up in the morning, he’s already gone.

I catch Laurie in the kitchen about to leave for work. She’s already made coffee and poured some in a travel mug.

“Lookee you all glowing,” she teases. “I would ask you about your night, but since I heard…”

“Shut up,” I mutter, pouring myself a mug of the steaming black coffee. “You let him in?”

“Yeah, he called me when he was on his way up,” she frowns. “He said he tried your phone a couple of times, but you didn’t pick up.”

“I was asleep.” I’d only seen Landon’s missed calls when I woke up to find him gone. “I wasn’t expecting him to come over. He told me he was working late.”

“Well, you kept him working late.”

I give her a threatening glare, but she grins, unfazed.

“How would you like to hit the clubs Friday night?” I ask. “Chelsea invited us.”

She shrugs. “Why not? If anybody ever needed that kind of fun, it’s probably me.”

“It’s not that bad,” I say encouragingly. “You know it isn’t. Brett’s probably hurting as much as you are.”

She doesn’t reply. She still hasn’t allowed him to explain about the girl from the deli. He’s probably taking it really bad that they might actually be at the end of their relationship. I’m tempted to plead with Laurie to give him another chance, but I’m not sure if it’s because I miss the familiarity of both of them together or because I really think he’s the best for her.

I get ready for work, and when I get downstairs, Joe is waiting in the car. I pause for a moment to admire the sleek lines of the obviously expensive vehicle. Do I really want to arrive at work every morning in a chauffeured CTS? That’s a conversation I might have to bring up again with Landon.

Before Joe can come around to open the door for me, I take the few steps to the car and pull the handle, then freeze in a mixture of pleasure and surprise when I see Landon waiting inside.

Grinning like an idiot, I join him in the back. “Hi sexy,” I drawl, admiring how mouthwatering he looks in his three-piece. He’s the quintessential image of the billionaire, as different from the uninhibited man who’d fucked me senseless last night as it’s possible to be.

“Good morning,” he replies, his gaze traveling over me like a caress.

“I dreamed about you last night,” I whisper, teasing his blue silk tie with the tip of my finger. “It seemed very, very real.”

He raises a brow. “If you thought for a moment that was a dream, then I have to work harder next time and make sure you’re really awake.”

Next time? I suck in a breath. “Are you going to make a habit of slipping into my bed?”

“I’m going to make a habit of going to bed with you every night.” He raises a hand to stroke my face gently, and I sigh. “Let’s have dinner at my place tonight,” he proposes, his hand finding its way to my thigh. The light caress is enough to make me wish we were anywhere else, somewhere private.