Lucia Jordan's Four Series Collection: Chosen, Whipped, Lick, Risk (26 page)

Even from her vantage point she could see the tip glistening with his pre-come. She licked her lips anxiously.

“I want your dick in my mouth,” she moaned as she slid a third finger into her pussy and pressed against the soft spongy part of her core. Her legs were beginning to tremble and her nipples were beginning to tighten.

“Shit, Gina.”

“What are you going to do to me, Landon,” she panted as her fingers worked faster and harder. She could tell he was getting close as well. His breathing had become ragged and his jaw was clenching tightly.

“Unspeakable things.”

“Such as?”

“I’m going to make you pay for this.”

“Ohhh…Landon. I’m s—so close.”

Grunt.

“What are you going to do?” she coaxed.

His breathing was coming out faster as she watched his fist pump harder and faster. She was so close to coming, mostly by watching him. She imagined that thick cock spreading her wide and stretching her almost to the point of discomfort.

“I’m going to spank that ass until it glows and then I’m going to tie you down and do things to your body that you’ve never imagined.”

Her fingers slid in and out of her wetness, making a slick sucking sound as she moved. “Landon. I’m about to…oh fuck…I’m coming…I’m comingggg…” The phone fell from her shoulder as she gripped the window frame. Her body shook and convulsed as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out too loudly.

Just as she looked up she saw Landon throw back his head. She scrambled to grab the phone and press it to her ear. She heard him just as he bellowed out his release. White ropes of come shot forward out the window and disappeared to the ground. Over and over again he spurted until finally he came to a shuddering halt.

They stayed silent for a long time. Gina’s heart was still racing through her chest when he spoke, breaking the silence.
“I’ll be back day after tomorrow. I promise I will tell you everything about Lydia.”

Oh right, that skank. She’d nearly forgot about the ex-wife. Well apparently reality had a way of sneaking back in and biting one firmly in the ass. As badly as she wanted to believe that nothing was going on between Landon and his ex-wife, there was still a tiny voice in the back of her head that told her he was lying. That voice was a bastard.

“Okay,” was all she said.

“Look at me,”
he commanded softly.

Gina looked up, unaware of the fact she’d even looked away.

“My and Lydia’s relationship is complicated and there are a lot of things there that need to be addressed. You have nothing to worry about.”

The look in his eyes was pleading and she found herself nodding. “Okay.”

“There is a list of things concerning Oscar I left on the kitchen counter. Make yourself at home.”

She nodded.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye,” she said softly.

She watched as he disconnected the call first, and her heart fell. Not hearing him speak had the weirdest effect on her.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into? You don’t even know him.
There was no possible way this could ever end well.

***

Unfortunately, the next day could not arrive quickly enough. Gina had wandered over every inch of Landon’s house. She’d watched a marathon of Netfilx shows and eventually gotten bored with that.  She’d even taken to washing and folding what little laundry Landon had dirty. For a guy living alone, he was surprisingly neat.

True to fashion, she snooped through the medicine cabinets and found nothing stronger than Tylenol. She didn’t know why she was surprised, but it made her feel better. There were also some things she noticed. There were no photo albums or pictures anywhere in the house. The walls boasted of expensive art or beautiful scenery but there wasn’t a single family photo anywhere. She found this odd, especially since her chosen occupation was photography. There were some empty hooks and nails on the walls, looking as if at one time there had been pictures. Lydia must have taken them.

Oscar barked eagerly around her feet as she moved through the house. She bent down and scooped the shaggy little puppy to her chest. He licked her face excitedly and yipped twice.

“I know. He’ll be home in a few hours,” she said as she scratched behind his ear. He wiggled in her arms until his belly was facing up, begging to be scratched.

“I’m excited too,” she said as she obliged.

She sat Oscar on the floor and he darted off to the glass doors and stopped abruptly. He gave a little twirl and pawed at the door. She chuckled as she grabbed her camera from the counter and followed the little dog outside.

He was off like a shot, chasing a bird that had dared enter the dog’s domain. Gina laughed as she snapped pictures of the loving little mutt.

She lost track of how long they’d been out there and it was only after she noticed the sun was beginning to slip into the horizon that she called Oscar.

“Come on little man.”

Oscar abandoned rooting around in the bushes for a four legged intruder. He bounded into the house, his nails clicking on the tile.

Gina fed him and made herself a sandwich. After eating they made their way up the stairs and into Landon’s room. It was the only place that Oscar would sleep. It had taken her several hours the night before to figure this out. It was only after Oscar had made several trips into the room she’d been staying in, whining and barking, that she realized that—according to the dog—she was supposed to sleep with him.

He’d climbed into the middle of Landon’s bed and looked up at her expectantly. After she’d crawled between the blankets, Oscar curled into her side and slept there for the rest of the night.

“Come on you little pest,” she said as they climbed the stairs. The house was completely dark, except for the light that was on at the top of the stairs. Gina placed her ice water on the night stand. Landon had called saying that he was running late because of flight delays. It would be closer to midnight before he got back.

Gina lay on her back, wearing a pair of short jogging shorts and a tank top. As she stared at the shadows that danced over the ceiling, her mind began to drift to Landon. After moving in with her brother, she’d never expected to sleep with the next-door neighbor. In fact, she hadn’t pictured herself sleeping with anyone ever again. It was funny how all that had changed.

She’d seen several girls go in and out of her brother’s house and she was thankful for the ability to hide next door. She wasn’t really sure she would be able to handle the vocal gymnastics of another student.

As her mind drifted, she began to compare Zane and Landon. While there was really no comparison between the two, she realized that, after having slept with Landon and the sexy little scene in her room, something was slowly starting to change inside of her. She really couldn’t put a finger on it, but she felt different.

Her eyes began to drift shut. The last thoughts she had were of Landon’s hands roaming over her body and teasing her into a fever pitch.

“Right there,” she moaned. Gina arched her back from the bed as she clutched at the quilt. She knew she was dreaming and she refused to wake up. Landon looked up from between her legs, her juices glistening in the raw stubble on his face. A wicked smile curved his lips as his tongue darted out and plunged into her depths.

Her hand reached up and began to roll her nipples as he rolled her hips in rhythm to his thrusting tongue. Higher and higher she climbed…

Gina gasped and her eyes snapped opened. It wasn’t a dream. Landon was situated between her thighs and stroking her inner folds with his tongue. How in the hell had that happened? The thought vanished as a wave of pleasure shivered through her.

“Fuck,” she hissed.

“Ahhh, my good girl is awake,” he murmured from her depths. “I’ve thought of nothing but this pussy for days.”

As if to emphasis his point he plunged two fingers inside her tight opening and slowly began to stretch her. She clutched at his bare back, digging her nails into his shoulders.

“You taste so good.” He held her tightly to his mouth as he tortured her with his tongue. Deeper and deeper he pushed into her, swirling and tasting, teasing and lapping.

“Landon,” she panted as she ran her hands through his hair and pressed him tighter.

He slowed his administrations and pulled away from her, much to her dismay. “I do recall,” he began as he slithered up her body and covered it with his. “I do recall I owe you punishment.”

“Do whatever you want,” she all but moaned.

A dark look crossed his eyes. “Be careful what you say,” he coaxed lightly as he squeezed her breast. The weight was significant but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He gripped her wrists and brought them above her head, pinning them roughly to the mattress. Then, he slowly sat up and straddled her stomach. His straining cock was inches from her face. She licked her lips eagerly.

She was so distracted by the thick velvety head and the glistening moisture at the tip that she didn’t notice he’d tied her to the headboard. When she tried to move she quickly realized she was restrained. Excitement plunged through her.

“Are they too tight?” he asked, watching her face for a reaction.

“No.”

“Good girl.” Leaning down, he pushed his mouth against hers. She could taste the saltiness of her arousal on his lips and she groaned against him.

“I told you when I got back I was going to show you things that would blow your mind.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

He slipped off her and stood beside the bed. Slowly he gripped his erection and began to run his hand up and down the shaft in long smooth strokes. His thumb came up and brushed over the swollen head, smearing the drops of come along the tip. Gina licked her lips, suddenly very eager to taste him. She’d tried to two nights before, but he’d refused to allow her to pleasure him.

“What do you want, Gina?” His voice was low and husky and her skin erupted into goosebumps just at the sound of it. She lifted her eyes to his. He was watching her while still languidly stroking his cock.

“You,” she whispered.

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”

She cleared her throat. “You. I want to taste you.”

“That’s a good girl. You’ve got to tell me what you want. I know what you want because I can see it in your eyes, but you need to voice what you want. In my house, in my bedroom, and in my bed, you can be safe to say what you want.”  He groaned a little. Gina’s lips were parted as her breathing became shallow. Watching him stroke that glorious cock was causing her to heat up. She could feel moisture pooling between her thighs as her clit throbbed painfully. Her nipples were tight and she longed to reach down and touch them.

Somehow she knew that Landon was safe, but could she really let go? Was it something she could do, throw caution into the wind like that?

Reaching down, Landon plucked a nipple between his fingers and began to roll it back and forth, pulling a low breathy moan from her lips. The more pressure he applied the more her body began to quiver.

“What is it you want, Gina?”

Her eyes darted to his cock and her mouth nearly watered. She’d never enjoyed sucking dick before. In fact, Zane had made it a horrible experience, but there was just something about Landon…

Stop comparing the two of them.

She sucked in a deep breath and lifted her eyes to meet his lust filled, whiskey colored ones. “I want to taste your cock,” she said proudly. He made a grunting noise and she continued.

“I want to suck you until you come down my throat.”

“Shit,” he growled as he released his cock and knelt on the bed beside her head. “If you want it, then take it.”

Gently he guided the beautiful tip against her closed mouth where she pressed a kiss to the velvety warmth. When she pulled away she could feel his moisture on her lips. She could wait no longer as her tongue darted out and licked away his juices. She moaned and slipped her tongue out to tease the head. Slowly she flattened her tongue to allow him entrance into her mouth. As he slowly pushed into the recesses, her pussy began to throb uncontrollably.

After tucking her teeth safely behind her lips she began to work her mouth up and down the shaft sucking and teasing with her tongue. She fought against her restraints, trying to get free to touch him. One of his hands remained on his shaft, while with his other he clutched at her head. The wet sucking sound mingled with his groans of pleasure. 

Finally he withdrew from her mouth with a soft,
pop.
She whimpered in protest.

“So eager,” he said as he drew an index finger between the valley of her breasts, down her abdomen and gently into her soaked folds.

Gina gasped and arched her hips into his fingers but as she did, he moved away.

“Tsk, tsk. Can’t get ahead of ourselves now, can we?”

She watched from the dim light of the lamp as he reached into a bag on the floor. He removed a box and withdrew the contents. It was a silk blindfold.

“Do you want this?’ he asked.

“Yes,” she said excitedly.