Addicted to You (Swanson Court 2)

“I’m not hungry,” I whisper, leaning into his hand, “Not for food anyway.”

He sighs, his eyes sliding away from mine. Is he keeping something from me? My fears rear their ugly heads again but disappear when he takes my face between his hands and rests his forehead on mine. The gesture is unexpectedly tender, and I close my eyes.

I love you.

As if he heard the thought in my mind, he draws in a breath and releases my face, pulling off his tie and tossing it in the direction of the couch. Then, he reaches for me, one hand curving around the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss. It’s a soft one. Light and sweet, making my body quiver as his tongue gently tastes my lips.

I sigh, and he leans back to study me for a moment. Frowning, I reach for him, placing my hands on his chest and feeling his warm hard body beneath. I’ve missed him, his body, his touch… it has been two long days after all.

“You said something about fucking me so hard I would feel it for days.”

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes still on mine. “Yes, I remember.”

I frown, wondering what he’s waiting for. I trail my hand down his chest, over the hard board of his stomach, and down the front of his pants, feeling his erection, a hard thick pressure against my palm. I drop a kiss on his still clothed chest. “I’m so ready,” I whisper.

I sense his hesitation again, but before I can truly let myself wonder why, it’s gone. His hand snakes around me, lifting me against his body while he moves. I feel the glass wall at my back, just as his lips cover mine again.

This time, the kiss is deep and demanding. His tongue strokes mine, sending sweet hot shivers coursing through me. I kiss him back, sucking on his lips, his tongue… He lowers his hands to stroke my thighs, lifting my dress as his hands travel back up to my waist. Still kissing me, he molds the curve of my ass, then slips one hand into the crotch of my panties.

His fingers slide over the heated center of my arousal, and his teeth graze my lower lip. “You’re so wet.”

“I told you I was ready,” I reply breathlessly.

He takes hold of the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head. Then he lowers his head to bite my nipple through my bra, making me squirm. I bury one hand in his silky hair, the other greedily stroking the swollen evidence of his need for me.

He groans and lifts his face from my breasts, and his heated lips settle on mine again. I undo his belt and button fly, sliding my hand inside his briefs to feel the warm heat of his throbbing cock.

Touching him makes me moan against his lips. I push him back and drop to my knees, pulling his briefs down to his thighs so I can take him in my mouth. He’s hot and hard, and I suck him greedily, feeling the wetness of my arousal dripping down my swollen sex.

I stroke my tongue along the underside of his cock, and I hear him growl, pulling out of my mouth to join me on the floor. He rests on his haunches, before lowering my head back to his cock. I sigh and take him in my mouth again, hollowing my cheeks, sucking him deep, loving the taste of his skin and the feel of him against my lips and tongue.

He rocks his hips, grinding into my mouth, the sound of pleasure he makes, getting me hotter and even more aroused. His hands move feverishly over my back, stroking my skin, and he leans over me, to slide them into my panties and cup and squeeze my butt cheeks. I spread my legs so he can slide his fingers into me from behind and stroke the heat of my dripping center.

“I love your mouth,” he whispers, kissing the skin of my back and grazing his teeth across my skin, “so hot...”

I moan in response, with his cock still in my mouth. He sighs, and leans back upright, his hands coming up along my back to thread in my hair. “I want to come inside you,” he says, pulling out and pushing me up to my feet. Still kneeling, he pulls down my panties, pressing his lips between my legs, nuzzling me and sucking on my clit.

Sensation spreads through me. I grind against his lips, moaning his name. He slips his fingers inside me, and my body clenches around them. With a growl, he gets to his feet and steers me towards the wall, stopping when my back is pressed against the glass. Then he lifts me off the floor, spreading my thighs, and pressing the tip of his cock against me.

I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him inside, he obliges me, ramming into me so deep that my back rubs against the wall. I brace my hands on his shoulders and he lets go of my thighs, his hands coming up to pull down the top of my bra and expose my heavy swollen breasts and sensitive nipples.

His lips part, and he makes a rough sound in his throat. He braces one hand behind me and lowers the other to plump one aching breast, then he lowers his head to suck hard on the other nipple as he starts to pump into me.

My toes curl. The pleasure is beyond intense. He fucks me like a starving man, as if he wants to leave a mark on me, and I love every minute of it. I moan my pleasure, whispering in his ear, telling him how good it feels, how I want him to fuck me forever.

His thrusts grow faster, more feral. I tighten my legs around him, my body curling with intense pleasure. Waves of sensation wash over me, and I come, crying out his name.

Still hard, he pulls out of me, then he drops me to my unsteady legs and turns me around so I’m facing the wall. I barely have time to brace my hands on the glass before he pushes into me again. Sensation fills me, and I cry out weakly. The pleasure intensifies as he starts to move, each deep thrust giving me everything I need and more.

His hands flex at my hips, rubbing feverishly over my heated skin. He bends over me, pressing his chest against my back as his hands come around me to squeeze my breasts. He rubs my tender nipples, making me cry out in pleasure even as he strokes me deep inside with the sweet thrusts of his cock.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, even though I know he won’t. Blood rushes through me. Through the glass I can see the view outside, the other buildings, I know no one can see us, but there’s an abandoned sense of exhibition at the thought that they might. I tighten my body around Landon, my inner muscles gripping him tightly. He growls and thrusts harder, each strong flexing of his hips making me forget everything, everything but him, and how unbelievably good he feels inside me.

“I’m going to come,” he breathes harshly, one hand releasing my breast to rub hard at my clit. “You’re going to make me come so hard.”

I lose my breath, my hands pushing at the glass as my body goes weak. A river of heat explodes between my thighs, spreading through me, and I cry out helplessly as my body clenches violently around his cock. He fucks me through my loud climax, riding it to his own. When he comes, he breathes my name, his muscles tensing as the warm spurts of his orgasm add to the pleasurable heat inside me.

He sags against my body, his chest covering the sweat-sheened skin of my back. After a few seconds, he pulls out of me and turns me to face him so he can press kisses all over my face. I wrap my arms around him, feeling incredibly close to him.