My hand begins to move of its own accord. "Maybe I do," I murmur against the hollow of this throat. His skin under my lips is warm and practically pulsing with life. I lick my lips and they come away salty and sweet, so I kiss his throat again, sliding my tongue ever downward, tasting, licking and teasing until I reach the edge of his jeans.
Memories of our times before life pulled us apart filled my mind. Maybe if I could remind him... If I could show him what it was like.
I planned on teasing him into a frenzy, but all those plans went out the window the minute I pulled his jeans south and his c.o.c.k bobbed free.
I gasp out loud to see Landon"s c.o.c.k up close. The perfection I remembered was nothing compared to the work of art in front of me. "Oh my G.o.d, Landon," I murmur.
"You like it?"
I close my fist around the long, elegant shaft, and it fits perfectly in my grip, heavy and smooth at the same time. I move my head over the tip before flicking my tongue outward.
"f.u.c.k," Landon grunts, letting his head fall back on the pillow.
"Are you sure you know how to get what you want?" I ask, darting my tongue around the tip in quick, rapid-fire swirls.
Landon laces his fingers through my hair, pain blooming across my scalp as he takes control. I gasp as he lines up my mouth, pressing his hips upward.
It had been so long since I"d let him use me like this. Maybe he didn"t remember me, but his body knew what to do. My lips close tightly around his shaft as he drives his c.o.c.k deep.
He grunts and lets out a low, animal moan that inflames me with desire so delicious that my toes curl. Emboldened by his appreciative moans, I begin working his c.o.c.k in earnest with my tongue, giving myself up to his control as he guides my movements. I am laving the entire shaft, inhaling deeply and taking the entire ma.s.sive length of him deeper with every motion. His c.o.c.k pulses with desire, the head hitting the back of my throat as he surges upward, willing me to take him in, to take all of him and swallow every last inch just the way he likes... The way the Landon I knew couldn"t get enough of.
I open my throat and slide back down the shaft again, taking him in right to the hilt as he gasps in shock. I like this. I like surprising him with my skill. He slows down, pulling my mouth back to the tip, his body straining against the o.r.g.a.s.m that I knew was coming soon. The edges of my lips curl upward as I catch his eyes with my own. I moan, sending vibrations down the shaft, trying desperately to bring him over the edge... This is my little payback for every day I"d spent missing him.
Landon lifts his hands and releases my hair, threading fingertips through the wild strands and letting them fall about my head like water. He is giving me control, and I am ready to take it. I begin moving in earnest, stroking the shaft up and down with my hand while I swirl my tongue in wild circles along the veins and ridges.
Landon is moving his hips. This has become more than a b.l.o.w.j.o.b. He is f.u.c.king my mouth with wild abandon and it"s a struggle to keep up. Somehow, my free hand has found its way down between my thighs, and I am lost in pleasure and desire. I am so sure he is about to c.u.m, and I prepare myself to swallow whatever he has to offer.
To my shock he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head upward. "Not yet," he growls, both to me and seemingly to himself.
"You don"t want to finish?"
His eyes are dark with desires. "I know what I want," he growls, and there is an authority in his voice that I desperately missed. He commands respect but makes me want to do what he says...
"Take off your clothes..."
Slowly, entranced by his gaze as it raked over my body, I strip down. Gooseb.u.mps raise across my body as the chill air hits my naked skin.
"I"ll never get tired of seeing you like this," he declares, reaching out for me. "Come here... Kneel over me."
As if in a trance, I climb back onto the bed and swing my leg over his hips, but he stops me.
"Not there... A little higher," he urges, snaking his hands around my a.s.s and lifting me up to his shoulders.
"Wait, what....oh!" His tongue meets my center and I felt the sudden downward rush as my p.u.s.s.y floods in greeting. He laps up the wetness with relish while I squeeze my eyes tight, concentrating on the sensations. His swirling tongue darts in and out of my p.u.s.s.y, probing the delicate folds of my lips, and then moves upward where it finds the buzzing hot need of my c.l.i.t.
"Oh G.o.d! Landon!" I cry as he finds that magical spot. He grips my a.s.s tighter, pulling me down so that I am riding his face, my hips grinding in ecstasy as the rapid-fire pulse of his tongue against my nub sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward. I feel the liquid heat pour into my veins, spreading outward as my blood pumps hot as lava threatening to erupt. The pressure inside of me builds and builds, impossible to contain. I reach out and press my palms flat against the wall, swirling my hips on Landon"s face, riding his tongue to a crashing, punishing o.r.g.a.s.m that sends me flying over the edge. I scream out his name as my whole body goes taut, my toes splayed, my thighs clenched, fearing that I might float away into s.p.a.ce. Landon continues his relentless thrusts. I barely recovered from the first o.r.g.a.s.m when the second tears a low groan from my throat. I reach down and clutch his head, pressing him up into the scalding hot center of my need, forcing him to stay exactly where I want him as I ride the wave of pleasure to a shuddering, shivering halt.
Landon looks up at me, grinning wetly, his stubble shiny with my juices. "I might not remember s.h.i.t, but I"m pretty sure that was the G.o.dd.a.m.ned s.e.xiest thing I have ever seen."
"Oh G.o.d, I"m exhausted," I gasp, sagging against the wall.
"h.e.l.l no you aren"t, sweetheart."
He grasps me around the waist, lifting me as if I were weightless.
"I"m not done with you yet."
He is pressing me ever downward. Closer and closer to that rigid, upright, almost impossibly large c.o.c.k, the taste of which still sings on my mouth. I help angle my hips over him, and he presses his c.o.c.k frantically upward, seeking my tight opening with a single-minded determination.
"Wait, Landon..." I hesitate.
"Lucy, for G.o.d"s sake, have mercy on me," he groans.
"Are you sure? Are you sure you want this?"
"I want all of this," he growls, thrusting his hips upward in once smooth motion. "All of you."
I cry out to find myself suddenly impaled, Landon"s huge c.o.c.k surging upward inside of me, filling me completely and stretching me wide. I gasp as his hands clutch at my a.s.s, moving me up and down on the long shaft, forcing me to move even as the shock of his powerful entry rolls waves of pleasure through my body.
"You like that?" he rumbles, f.u.c.king me harder.
"YES," I moan. The feeling of Landon inside of me was heaven. He touched every secret place of me that had been yearning to be touched. The places long forgotten ever since the day I"d driven away. My nerve endings went into overdrive and I began to ride him in earnest, a slave to my desire.
A slave to his...
"Yes you do, you do like this." His voice was low and husky and far dirtier than I had remembered. What he was saying, what we were doing, the lies I"d told him... It was all so wrong but there was no way in h.e.l.l I could ever stop this. I looked down to where his c.o.c.k was slamming into me, spreading my p.u.s.s.y lips wide as he f.u.c.ked me upward, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin the only noise besides our mutual gasps and groans.
"Kiss me!" I cry as I fall forward, grinding my c.l.i.t frantically into his pubic bone as he pounded into me from below as relentless and powerful as a jackhammer.
Landon growls and slams his lips into mine, parting my teeth with his insistent tongue. Each pounding thrust of his c.o.c.k makes me cry out into his mouth as he devoured me with his lips and tongue. He moves his mouth downward, curling his tongue around the tender peak of my breast, drawing the tight puckered bead upward into his teeth, nibbling, teasing and suckling before biting down.
The sudden pain blends into the intense pressure from his punishing c.o.c.k and sends me whirling over the edge into another screaming o.r.g.a.s.m. From somewhere far outside myself, I heard his own guttering cry and felt his c.o.c.k twitch inside of me, but I was too far-gone to react. With a sudden surge upward, I feel him finish inside me, his hot c.u.m filling me as we come together in ecstasy, the culmination of all our pent-up feelings finally breaking free.
When the storm finally pa.s.ses, I fall forward, burying my face into that soft s.p.a.ce where his neck meets his shoulder just the way I"d always loved.
We stay there together, wrapped in the comfort of this ineffable bond we"ve always shared.
The world turns around us.
18.
Lucy takes awhile to wake up. I can"t blame her after the night we had. I"ve made her a coffee and place it on the bedside table. I"m tight from sleeping on the hard carpet last night but her looking up at me with those adorable, tired eyes puts me at ease.
Every part of me wanted to lay next to her last night and hold her, tell her how much I want to learn about her, apologize for our timing being so off. Another life, I"d like to think we might have had a chance.
I"ve thought over why I feel obliged to return to a biker club I can barely remember. Maybe I just want to show them my respect. Maybe I"m hoping coming back will help spark my memory.
Maybe I owe it to Mia... Whoever she is...
"You fix the TV?" Lucy asks, noticing the new set in the corner.
"Room eighteen guests checked out and may have accidentally left their door open."
"Landon..."
"Hey, now. That ain"t stealin". I"m borrowing it."
I switch the channel to some morning news show. Lucy watches it attentively while curling up beneath the sea of blankets. I walk to her and perch myself at the foot of the bed.
"I"m headed to that place on the matchbook in a bit. You down to join me?"
"Nah. I"ll stay here."
"You sure about that? Not much to do around here..."
"I don"t want to go out there. I know what"s out there and I know it"s all c.r.a.p. So I think I"m gonna sit here, watch the news, go for a swim, order some Chinese food and relax a while." I must give her a look of concern because she tilts her head that cute way she does. "What?"
"Please come with me."
"Aw, Landon, you scared to go talk to a bunch of big mean bikers alone? Last I checked you"re the one who wanted to come back here."
I present her my middle finger and an amused grin. She climbs out from the covers, dressed only in a slouchy top and panties and crawls towards me. She lifts higher on her knees, takes my dirty collar, puts her pouty lips a breath away from mine and whispers, "...Or you scared I might leave without a goodbye?"
I don"t really know what to say. This girl keeps spinning my wheels. Last night she seemed ready to run for the hills, and this morning she seems ready to f.u.c.k me senseless. It"s like flipping a d.a.m.n switch. She"s off or on, no gray areas...
"That"s what I thought." She pushes me away with a wink, knowing she won this battle.
The worst part is, she"s right. G.o.dd.a.m.n, I want her to stay with me. I"m afraid if I walk out that door she might not be here when I get back...
I watch her hold her gaze with mine, no longer as intimidated by me it seems. "I want to kiss you again," she tells me, bright-eyed. I take my thumb and drag it down her lip. It"s tempting. It"s f.u.c.king tempting.
"I...I want the same thing... But I need answers first."
"Right, of course...Mia." She"s back under the sheets in a flash.
"I just need to know what kind of man I am before I drag you down with me, Lucy...You"re playing with fire, darlin". You"ll get burned."
My c.o.c.k is hard as a f.u.c.king rock. I want Lucy. I want her every hour of every day.
I don"t give her a chance to respond. I throw on my leather jacket, give Lucy a kiss on the forehead and head out the door. I need to step away from the situation before I end up the one burned.
A short walk later, I"ve finally arrived.
Big Sal"s.
Its sign is lit up in the day with blue neon lights that follow right on into the dark bar.
Stepping inside, the rest of the run-down joint is a relic of some forgone, cocaine-fueled time long past. It"s dark and stinks like tobacco and foul men at play. Hints of women"s perfume catch my nostrils as I listen to the metal blasting on the stereo. It"s instantly familiar to me. I sense no imminent threat here. When I catch the attention of the security guard and the young, pretty ginger thing behind the bar they seem completely comfortable with my arrival.
The music"s blaring so loud, I gotta shout for my order when I reach the bar. Little Red pours me a shot of whiskey and a beer before I"ve even opened my mouth. "How much?"
"Huh?" she says, confused.
"I said "How much?""
"On the house, honey," she says with a laugh, her hand atop mine that holds a few dollar bills. She stands back up and gestures her head to the back of the room.
Someone whistles. The music turns off. Some faceless bodies slide out from their vinyl booths, moving beside me and the stripper poles and out the door. Squinting through the dim, I notice some guys have stayed behind. I take a step back towards the door.
"That"s some big f.u.c.kin" b.a.l.l.s you got," comes a powerful voice. He approaches with arms open wide and I receive his embrace.
"Y...Yeah."
"Landon. Look at me, bro. Did you find Lucy?"
19.
"Bro, what the h.e.l.l happened to you? You look like you seen a f.u.c.kin" ghost or somethin"."
"I... don"t know?" I take a deep swallow of the beer in front of me but the man s.n.a.t.c.hes it from me. How the f.u.c.k does he know about Lucy?
"It"s eleven o"clock in the morning. Chill out, brother."
Man, a drink would help me right now. My brain"s buzzing, running over all these moments with my Lucy, wondering if she knows me, or if I knew her, or if this whole thing was just some f.u.c.ked up coincidence.
From beside us, more bodies appear- faces that feel like family...Or something close to family...
"The f.u.c.k is wrong with you? And what happened to your cut?" says one of them.
Garrett. I recall his name easily. He approaches me looking relieved and I stand from the booth to hug him. I recognize him. I know him. I remember him. Thank f.u.c.king G.o.d I remember someone!
I get a punch on my bicep and want to laugh. Garrett, my blood brother who I"d give my life for is shaking me excitedly. I have to try keep my cool for now in case I"m wrong about the whole story here.