Page 21 of Fear of Love (Falling #3)

LYDIA

G etting out of bed the next morning proved to be really difficult. It was in the early hours that Landon and I finally fell back on the bed exhausted. It was like the moment we gave into each other, we couldn’t stop. We had to make up for all the time we spent ignoring the tension between us.

I saw a side to Landon I hadn’t known existed. He still had that quiet confidence about him but it was tenfold. The things he said to me, the way he contorted my body, far exceeded my expectations. I should have known Landon would be a kinky, dirty talker in bed.

When I woke up to an empty spot beside me, I tried to ignore the pang of hurt that filled my chest. It didn’t matter if he snuck out early this morning. Last night didn’t need to change anything between us. It was just one night where we got it out of our systems. Not like I cared.

At least that was what I told myself as I swung my legs off the side of my bed and stood up. My knees wanted to buckle, especially with the soreness that took over my center, but I hobbled toward the bathroom anyway. A soft chuckle left my lips at the fact I was walking like a penguin.

A quick glance at my reflection in the mirror made my body flush. The tops of my breasts were covered in love bites, and when I stepped back, I noticed some on my inner thighs as well. Beard burn littered parts of my skin as my fingers gently ran over them.

Hmm, I didn’t remember Landon doing those. I couldn’t remember the last time someone marked me. Maybe never? I always thought hickeys were childish, but I didn’t really mind seeing them on me.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, I went to throw something on. At the sight of my messy bed, I let out a soft sigh. In the quietness of my bedroom, I could admit that I really did want Landon to stick around this morning.

I slipped on a random oversized sweatshirt from my closet before I headed for my kitchen. I needed a cup of coffee before I could fully let myself think about last night and what it meant.

Stepping into the kitchen I stared at that counter, replaying the images of Landon on his knees between my legs. I quickly banished them as I moved around to the cabinet.

I reached for a mug, coffee pot ready to start, when the sound of my front door opening made me pause. The fact I froze as someone entered my home was probably a sign that I was doomed to die like an idiot.

Turning on my heel, I watched as Landon walked through my door, hands filled with coffee cups and a brown paper bag. My heart galloped in my chest, and the relief I felt at the sight of him made my knees week.

He came back.

“Hey,” he greeted as he came over to place everything on the counter. The same counter he ate me out on yesterday.

“Hey.” My voice came out in a whisper as I watched him reach into the bag and pull out two very good-looking donuts.

“Still take your coffee with a little bit of sugar, right?”

I shook myself out of the shock of him knowing my coffee order and gave him a nod. I was still reeling at the fact he came back, and with breakfast, when I was so sure he left for good.

“Thought you bailed,” I said, grabbing the coffee cup Landon held out to me. “Not that I cared,” I quickly added, not wanting him to think I was heartbroken waking up without him.

“Figured you could use some food after last night.” He ignored my words as he slid a donut toward me. Any ideas or plans of being standoffish evaporated at his sweet actions. Damn him.

“Thanks.” My fingers gripped my coffee, eye pricking at the kindest gesture anyone had ever done for me.

Leaning my hip against the counter, I sipped my coffee, trying my best to ignore Landon’s presence sitting on my barstool.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t going to assume that we were anything more because of last night.

If he wanted this to be a one time thing that was okay.

The last thing I’d ever do was beg a man to want to be with me.

“So,” I started after a few minutes passed and the silence became too much.

“So.” Landon looked over at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Last night was fun.” I said casually, hoping to avoid the topic until he brought it up.

“It was.” It was clear he was waiting for me to bring it up, those hazel eyes looking at me over the lid of his coffee. In the morning light they looked almost green.

Unable to help myself, I looked him over, taking in the body that I touched, licked, and scratched.

I could be embarrassed about what we did last night—how loudly I moaned, how I begged, how he had me coming undone within minutes but I wasn’t.

Far from it, in fact. How could I be when last night was one of the best nights of my life?

“If you keep looking at me like that I’ll bend you over this counter.” My core clenched at his words, and my nipples immediately hardened under my sweatshirt.

“I don’t think you would.” Once again, my mouth tried to get me in trouble.

“We both know I will.” The way Landon said it, paired with the way he looked me up and down, eyes lingering on my bare legs, almost had me begging him to do just that. I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth. The corner of his lip curled up as if he knew what I was thinking.

“So…” I cleared my throat, looking away from those taunting lips. “This was a one time thing, right?” I tried to sound aloof, like I truly didn’t care.

“Do you want it to be that?” Landon shot back.

I let out a huff. “Do you always answer a question with one of your own?”

“This doesn’t have to be more than what you want it to be.”

I didn’t know what I wanted, though. This… thing between us was so new. How was I supposed to decide so soon?.

“Lydia.” Landon leaned forward, arms braced on the counter.

I met his gaze as his expression softened.

“I enjoyed last night. I would be more than happy to keep on doing this, no strings attached. But if you don’t, I’ll respect that and things can go back to the way they were.

We won’t talk about it and no one will know. ”

He meant every word. If I wanted to stop this, all I had to do was say no and he would back off. He’d respect my answer and not push it. It would be easy to say this was a one time thing and move on. We could pretend last night never happened.

The thought of that, though, made my stomach queasy. I was someone who went after what they wanted. I learned that if something made your heart pound and scared you, even just a little, you had to go for it. If not, you’d always wonder ‘what if.’

I knew that if I said no to whatever this was with Landon, I’d wonder that for the rest of my life. I knew I’d regret not trying.

Landon patiently waited for me to decide. He made no move to rush me, and that alone meant everything. I didn’t know how this would turn out between us, but I wanted to find out.

With my decision made, I moved around the counter toward him, stepping between his spread legs as he turned to face me.

“And what if I say I do want to continue?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes flicked down to my mouth, and then back up, a shade darker than before.

“Then you can stop pretending you’re not into me.”

The way he stared at me dared me to argue. I swallowed, my pulse loud in my ears. Because he wasn’t wrong. I had been pretending. Telling myself I wasn’t into him.

“Only if you say you’ve wanted me since day one,” I shot back. If I was going to admit to him that I had been into him since the moment we met, he had to do the same.

“God, this fucking mouth.”

“If you admit it, I’ll let you bend me over the counter and fuck me,” I taunted. The heat that flared in his eyes had me smirking.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you over the counter either way,” Landon said it so matter-of-factly that any sort of response died on my lips.

Taking advantage of me being speechless, he ran his hands up the backs of my bare thighs. Goosebumps peppered my skin as he slid them under my sweatshirt.

His fingers stilled when he reached the crease of my ass, finding I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“There’s absolutely nothing on under this, is there?” My answer was only a smile. “You really are asking to be bent over this counter.” His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass.

With me between his legs, I was at the same height as him, which made it easy to lean forward and graze his lips with my own. “And why aren’t you doing just that?” I nipped at his bottom lip, what I asked him moments before completely erased from my mind.

“Such a little brat,” he spoke against my lips. I went to make a retort only for Landon to move me back a step as he stood. He flipped me around until I was facing my countertop, hand on my upper back and gently pressing me forward until I was bent over, ass in the air directly in front of him.

I felt his knees come between my legs, nudging them farther apart until the hem of my sweatshirt rode up, barring all of me to him. I rested my hands on the cool counter.

Landon didn’t utter a word, but I could feel his eyes on every inch of me. My legs wanted to close, but his muscular thighs prevented me. The fact he could easily overpower me was a turn on I didn’t even know I needed.

When a finger ran through my pussy, I jolted forward in surprise. I clamped my lips together to hold back the groan that wanted to break free. His finger lazily ran over me like he had all the time in the world.

My fingers curled inside the sleeves of my sweatshirt at how wet I could tell I was getting by just his finger alone. When he ventured upward, I couldn’t stop a gasp from leaving my lips. That was one place no one has ever been.

He circled the spot before moving back down, dipping the tip of his finger inside of me.

“So tight and wet,” he murmured.

Biting my bottom lip, I rocked my hips back. Landon kept his hand perfectly still as I continued fucking his finger..

“Good girl.” His words only spurred me on.

I could hear his heavy breathing from behind me and his other hand came up to stroke my ass. Wanting more, I wiggled my ass, which earned me a swift smack.

I moaned at the slight sting as my core tightened around his finger, making Landon mirror the same noise. The sound was slowly becoming my favorite thing.

Another finger was added and it took all my control not to beg for more. Each thrust and smack of his hand brought me closer to the edge. Just a little curl of his knuckle, and I was seconds away from coming.

My eyes were closed tightly as I fucked his hand, my moans echoing in the kitchen. I almost felt like I was out of control as everything around me faded until the only thing I could focus on was the feel of Landon’s fingers and his body pressed against my back.

“Let it go.” Another smack. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

I could do nothing but obey him as I came with a cry, clenching around his fingers as my legs shook, hands sprayed out on the counter. I hadn’t realized I stopped moving until I felt Landon’s fingers moving inside of me again.

Gone was the slow lazy pace. He shoved his fingers in fast and hard, hitting a spot inside of me that had me gasping loudly. I hadn’t even recovered from my first orgasm, but I felt another growing.

“Landon,” I whimpered.

“One more,” came his reply as he added another digit, making me stretch around him. My legs shook, and my hands clawed at the counter trying to grab onto something. “You can do it. Give me one more.”

His fingers curved just enough to hit something that had me jerking forward. I couldn’t even think before I was coming again, moments after the first. My head swam as he drew my orgasm out until I felt like it was never going to end.

“That’s it. Squeeze it like it’s my cock.”

Finally, his finger slowed until they stopped altogether, slipping out of me. I sagged against the counter, breathing hard like I just ran a marathon. That was… Zero words came to mind to describe what just occurred.

What Landon could do with his fingers should be studied because I’ve never come that fast or twice in a row like that. My head was still in the clouds as I felt Landon pick me up in his arms before he moved in the direction of my couch.

My body felt like jello as I laid against Landon’s side. “You did so good.” His voice was a soft whisper against my head as his hand softly rubbed circles along my back. The praise making my stomach swoop.

The two of us stayed like that for a little while. Just curled up on the couch together like this was an everyday thing. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was what it would be like if Landon and I were something more.