Page 23 of Fear of Love (Falling #3)

The girls booed as the guys lost in the final seconds of the game. My mind instantly tried to come up with an excuse to leave without the girls asking too many questions. Although, I had a feeling they would be calling their men in a bit to soothe the loss they just took.

I knew it wasn’t fair to keep this from them, but it would just make things weird. This ‘friends with benefits’ thing I had going on with Landon was so new. I had no clue how long it was going to last. It could fizzle out in a week, for all I knew. Until I knew more, I wasn’t telling anyone.

With a quick plan in mind, I sent Landon a text and waited. Not even a minute later, my phone rang as planned. I quickly answered before anyone could see the name on my screen.

“Hello?”

“Every minute you’re late is the number of times you’re going to come.” I had to physically stop myself from reacting.

“Oh, hi, Larry.”

“Or maybe I won’t let you come at all,” Landon continued. I squeezed my thighs together and prayed it wasn’t obvious that whoever was on the phone was not my financial advisor.

“What do you mean?”

“Edging you does sound a lot more fun,” Landon mused.

I really should have thought more about this plan because it was having the opposite effect on me. I should have known Landon would do something like this where I couldn’t snap back a response.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the girls looking at me, confused. Time to wrap this up.

“Okay… yeah… sounds good.” I purposefully paused as if he was talking on the other side of the phone. “I’ll be right there.” Before Landon could say anything else dirty, I hung up. Plastering on a fake apologetic look, I turned to the girls.

“Sorry, guys. I gotta cut tonight short.”

“Everything okay?” The concerned expressions on their faces was like a knife to the gut. Guilt churned in my stomach. I didn’t like lying, I really didn’t, yet here I was, doing it to my three best friends.

“Yeah, all good. Just gotta talk to Larry about something.” I swallowed the ball in my throat. I quickly stood up before I told them everything. “But want to get lunch later this week?” I asked.

“Sounds good.” They all nodded.

With a rush of excitement building in me, something I hadn’t felt in a very long time, I promised to text them later and grabbed my purse. I felt horrible leaving Mila’s house, but when I got in my car and sent a text back to Landon, the guilt slipped away.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I took the elevator up to Landon’s floor. His apartment building was very similar to mine but a bit newer.

When I stood in front of his door, my hands shook as nerves grew in my stomach.

It was just Landon. He already saw me naked and in positions that would make anyone blush, so I really shouldn’t have been nervous.

But if I was being honest with myself, I was more afraid of having someone get close to me after all these years.

Telling myself to calm down, I knocked on his door. This was just something fun between us. Nothing more and nothing less. As long as I remembered that, I’d be perfectly fine.

The door opened, revealing a shirtless Landon. My eyes eagerly took in his bare chest. The dips of his abs. The way his biceps flexed as he held open the door. My eyes continued their descent past the V disappearing in his sweatpants.

Oh momma.

Gray sweatpants.

I repeat— Gray. Sweatpants.

Someone needed to remind me to send a thank you card to the inventor. They deserved an award. Especially since you could see everything in them.

“Are you done eye fucking me?”

My gaze finally moved back up to his face, finding a smirk on his lips. I was not subtle about checking him out.

“Give me another minute.” At my words, he cracked a grin. I made a show of looking him over again and gave a little nod.

“Looks pretty good.”

“Glad to pass your inspection.” Landon stepped to the side, gesturing for me to come in.

I purposely brushed my hand across his chest as I walked by. The way his eyes hungrily followed me made my confidence grow with each step I took into his apartment.

I did a quick scan of his place, noting how clean and organized it was. There was a large living room as soon as you walked in, a gorgeous kitchen past that. Off to the right was a hallway that must have led to the bedrooms.

Telling myself I’d get a better look at his place later, I walked over to the couch, turning so I could lean against it. Landon was across from me, resting back against the door, arms and legs crossed. He looked damn good standing there like that, biceps flexing as he stared at me.

“I’m digging the suit jacket.” Landon said.

I ran my hand down the fabric.. I had back-to-back meetings and needed an outfit that was more than just casual. Hence, the salmon-colored suit jacket, dark-washed jeans, and heels to match.

Landon’s eyes dragged down my body. They lingered on my legs and then my face. The heat in his gaze was palpable from where I stood. The air grew thick with tension as the last few hours of teasing finally came to a head.

With his eyes on me, I dropped my bag to the floor before I shrugged off my suit jacket. My outfit wasn’t sexy by any means, but the way Landon stared at me, body tight like he had to hold himself back from ripping my clothes off, made me feel like I was the sexiest woman on the planet.

I kept my green eyes on him as I slowly stripped off my clothes, one piece at a time. I loved the way Landon watched me undress. With each piece of clothing, his eyes darkened and his breathing got heavier.

It didn’t take long to strip down to my bra and panties, a burgundy set that I knew would make Landon’s eyes blaze with heat. And they did.

“Enjoying the view?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

His eyes lazily looked me up and down. “You have no idea.”

Landon pushed away from the door and moved toward me with slow, deliberate steps. Every inch of me ached to feel him inside me again, that powerful body pressing into mine. He was pure temptation and absolutely mouthwatering.

“Did you wear this for me?” He came to a stop, hand reaching out to play with the strap of my bra. Goosebumps broke out on my skin at his touch. I had to tilt my head back to see his face. I loved that he towered over me even with my heels on.

“No.” My voice didn’t come out as strong as I wanted it to.

“Hmm.” The tip of his finger grazed the skin up to my collarbone. My breath hitched in my throat as his finger trailed down between my breasts before he yanked my bra down, exposing my hardened nipples.

Landon smirked as his finger descended. His touch was so light, like a feather, as he moved down my stomach until he stopped at my underwear. Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I tried my best to stay still as he traced the skin there. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“If I go lower, will I find you soaking wet for me?”

I opened my mouth to offer a retort, but before I could say anything, his hand slipped farther down until he was stroking one finger over my underwear. As soon as Landon felt it, his head snapped up, approval in his eyes.

“You were soaked the entire game, weren’t you.” His question was almost rhetorical as his finger kept its lazy pace. “Did my messages get you all worked up?”

I shifted on my heels and kept quiet. I didn’t want him to know just how turned on I got from his damn taunting. The grin on his face told me he already knew.

“Wonder if the girls knew their best friend was getting naughty texts and getting turned on by them all while sitting right next to them.” He added a bit more pressure between my legs, earning a gasp from me. “Naughty girl,” he tutted.

“Your fault for sending them in the first place.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Y-yes.” I stumbled over my words when his finger found my clit.

“So, you don’t want this? Okay.” Landon stepped back, leaving me standing there with my heart racing in my chest. I made a noise of protest, which just made him shrug.

“Wouldn’t want to turn you on anymore than I have.”

Gritting my teeth at his words, I sent him a glare. No way was I letting him tease me any longer. “You are the biggest asshole.”

Without another word, I stepped toward him, grabbed the sides of his face, and tugged his mouth to mine. Our lips fought one another as we kissed.

Landon’s hands came down to my waist, squeezing me before grabbing my ass.

He groaned as he kneaded the flesh. He was such an ass man.

I nipped his bottom lip as my hand moved down his bare chest, feeling that hard muscle under my fingertips before I cupped him through his sweatpants.

This time, it was me who groaned at how hard he was.

“No foreplay,” he said against my mouth. His grip tightened on my ass, tugging me impossibly closer.

“Deal.”

Without another word, Landon flipped me around, a familiar motion at this point. With his hands on my waist, he used his lower body to walk us around the side of his couch to the side armrest.

It was low enough that the front of my thighs pressed against the fabric.

Pressure between my shoulder blades had me bending over until my palms rested on the seat.

The position propped my lower body higher.

Calloused palms ran up my back and then back down.

Glancing over my shoulder, I found Landon staring down at me, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

“Fuck, your legs look good with those heels.” The groan that left his mouth went right between my legs.

Hands grabbed the top of my underwear, tugging them down. A soft tap to my ankles had me lifting my feet up one by one to step out of them. The feel of lips kissing the back of my legs had me sucking in a shaky breath.

Landon’s fingers made quick work of unhooking my bra, throwing it over his shoulder. The action made me grin.

Tired of him taking his time, I arched my back and wiggled my butt in the air, gaining his attention.

“So needy.” His fingers once again went between my legs. With his feet, he nudged mine farther apart. “Can’t get over how tight and wet you are.” Landon’s words were quiet, like he was talking to himself.

“Fuck me.” I didn’t care that I was begging. I spent the last few hours being teased, and I was more than ready.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Not even a second later, the head of his dick rubbed against me, smearing my wetness all over his length. I hadn’t even heard him take his sweats off.

I opened my mouth to demand he stop teasing me but was cut off as Landon slammed into me in one go. I lurched forward, hands scrambling to grip the couch, as my pussy stretched almost painfully around him.

I only needed a second to adjust before I was pushing my hips back toward him. His hands gripped my hips as he kept still behind me, letting me fuck myself back on his length.

“Good girl.” Landon’s words only spurred me on. I didn’t realize I enjoyed praise so much until hearing that phrase leave Landon’s mouth.

Landon let me have control for another minute before he pushed me farther into the couch, halting my movements. Pinned against the armrest, he gave me no warning as he flexed his hips and drove into me.

“That’s it. Take every inch of me.”

Over and over, his hips slapped against me, where all I could do was hold onto the couch like a lifeline. His hands gripped my hips so hard I knew there would be fingerprints there later.

His neighbors could probably hear what we were doing with how loud my moans were. They could listen all they wanted as each snap of his hips hit that spot deep inside of me. A spot that had my toes curling in my heels.

“Lan,” I whimpered, which resulted in a brutal thrust from him that had my heels coming off the floor.

“It’s okay baby. You’re doing so good.”

Leaning over my back, Landon reached his arm around, encasing my throat with his hand.

With his thumb and middle finger, he pressed on the side of my neck with just the right amount of pressure that had my eyes rolling back.

He didn’t do it hard enough where I couldn’t breath but just enough it sent a wave of pleasure between my legs.

Using that hand, he hauled me against his chest. My fingers moved to barely graze the armrest as my back arched, ass tight against his front. Using my throat Landon turned my head so I could see him.

“Look at me while I fuck you.” The command in his voice made my eyes roll. “I could spend all day inside you.”

The sounds of us filled his apartment, our moans mixing together in a perfect song. I was close and Landon knew it. He slammed into me at the perfect angle, hitting that spot that had me seeing stars. Adding a tiny bit more pressure to my throat was all it took to send me over the edge.

As I came, one thing was crystal clear. I could do this every damn day and never tire of it. Of him.