Swing (Landry Family 2)
“Come on my cock.”
His pace quickens, our bodies working together and I couldn’t care any less if anyone hears.
“Landry,” I moan, the volume increasing as the syllables stretch out. He strokes harder, his mouth finding mine and making it impossible for me to scream out. My hands are on his muscled shoulders as I bounce up and down on him. “Ah!” I say, but it’s a muffled moan. My body tilted so that he runs across my clit as he fills me, the fuse is lit.
His hands squeeze my breasts before digging into my ass. The burn of the flesh. The bite of his mouth against my neck. The swell of his cock inside me as he finds his own release.
It’s all too much.
It’s all not enough.
I slam myself onto him, grinding my body against his pubic bone. His head falls back, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. The bomb explodes.
My body trembles, my legs shake, as I find my orgasm. My head falls to his shoulder and I clamp down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming as I am overtaken. His lips are by my ear and I can hear him whispering through gritted teeth, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. I can only focus on riding through this bliss.
Our breathing is ragged, our bodies coated with a sheen of sweat. We sit facing each other, my head on his shoulder, his fingers drawing a series of designs on my back.
The house is quiet, the moon low and bright out the window. Sitting wrapped around Lincoln in this farmhouse, everything seems absolutely perfect in my world for the first time ever.
Lincoln
“DAMN, THE MILITARY GETS YOU in shape, huh?” My hands on my knees, I’m bent over in front of the farmhouse dragging in breaths. “Fuck, Ford. Remind me to never run with you again.”
The asshole stands, looking barely winded, and watches me with amusement. “And they pay you to be in shape? Hell, maybe I’ll forget the security company and just go play baseball.”
I don’t even dignify that with an answer. Besides, I still can’t breathe.
“Ford kick your ass too?”
Looking up, I see Graham heading our way. In jeans and a green polo shirt, he looks as casual as Graham gets in public.
“Does he make you run with him?” I ask, finally able to stand up.
“Once. I ran with him once,” Graham laughs. “I’ll run alone rather than be run so hard I want to die.”
“Pussies, both of you,” Ford laughs. “I’m heading in to shower. Don’t eat all the pie before I get out.” We watch him go up the stairs and into the house.
“He’s a beast,” I laugh. “Damn. Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Because it’s fun to watch you get schooled. What can I say?” He pushes his hands in his pockets. “Where’s Danielle?”
“Getting ready.” I think back to how she looked standing in my room, wearing one of my old robes, a coffee mug in her hand. “Unless I can get up there and un-ready her before she comes down.”
Graham laughs, his watch catching the morning sunlight. “Is Barrett here yet?”
“Yeah, he and Ali and Hux are in the kitchen.”
“I need to talk to him later.”
“No business on Thanksgiving, G,” I snort. “Give us all a day without talking shop, okay?”
“I wish.” He makes a face. “My assistant has decided she and her new guy are moving to Maine of all fucking places.”
“Why would they go there? It’s cold.”
“Apparently they’re opening a bed and breakfast. Bad idea, if you ask me. She’s known him for like two months now and she’s tying up all her investments and accounts with this guy. But what can I do?”
“Nothing.”