Page 35 of Safe (King’s Heart #1)

Landon

Neither of us pull away until we reach our door, separating only so we can slam it behind us and start shedding our clothes.

Our bodies come back together like magnets, unable to be torn apart even if we tried. I attack his mouth, dying for another taste.

The dirt from the mud scrapes on my skin as we slide against each other, both of our hands running over anything we can get to.

He guides me toward his bed, trying to push me down to get on top.

“Wait,” I gasp in between swipes of his tongue.

He pulls back, bright eyes frantic and waiting for what I have to say. I can feel his body vibrate, suffering from being apart from me.

I clear my throat. “I-I wanna try to suck you.”

His pupils blow wider and he lunges for my mouth again, making me light-headed with his rough kisses. “Yes,” he rasps, ripping his lips away from me. “Let’s do that.”

He maneuvers under me, laying down on the bed and spreading his legs so I can crawl in between them.

I sit back on my haunches, staring at his cock.

It points straight up at the ceiling, practically purple, drooling pre-cum in a slick river all down his shaft. I lick my lips and look up at him.

His eyes are already on me, half-closed and barely lucid, while his arms rest behind his head.

Snaking one of his hands down his body, he grabs onto his dick, giving it an agonizingly slow tug.

His eyes fall closed as a new bead of pre-cum leaks out.

My eyes trace its path as it slides down his shaft, joining the puddle already there.

“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper, eyes still trained on his throbbing dick.

He lets out a small chuckle, calling my attention back to him. “Honestly, it seems like anything you do to me is good.” He lets out a little whine while he tugs it again. “Please, Lan. It’s aching for you.”

That hits me low in the balls—a humming, sweet pleasure wrapping around them and giving a gentle squeeze.

Leaning down, I stick out my tongue and run it up his dick, collecting the river of pre-cum on my tastebuds.

I pause. Letting the flavor seep into every nerve—lighting them up in a way that forces electricity up my spine.

“Fuck, pet. Your cum tastes so fucking good.” Wrapping my hand around his base, I give it a squeeze, running up his length and releasing toward the top, coaxing another droplet to trickle out of him.

I hungrily dive for it, licking it away before it can go anywhere.

Even dipping my tongue in the slit for anything left over.

He hisses, impatiently bucking his hips so his wet crown bumps against my lips. “More, Lan,” he begs.

I open my mouth and engulf his head, wrapping my lips tightly around him and slowly sliding down, tasting the rainwater mixed with his skin.

“ Ooooooh , fuck,” he sighs.

I try to fit as much of him in my mouth as I can, making sure to move my tongue along the underside of his cock as I go, but once he hits the back of my throat, I can’t help the gag that escapes.

Spluttering and coughing, I pull back slightly, trying to get my bearings before plunging back down. I hollow my cheeks and work him, bobbing up and down on his cock as saliva drips down his shaft, flowing over his balls and disappearing into his crack.

I bring my other hand up to gently grasp his balls, smearing the saliva around as I roll them in my palm.

He gasps. “Oh, fuck yes . You’re fucking amazing.” The words spill out of his mouth, rushed together with his head thrown back—so lost in the pleasure.

My hand slinks lower, gliding over his spit-slicked taint and dipping between his cheeks. A full body shiver passes through him at the contact.

I pop off his dick. “Can I put my fingers in you?”

He looks down at me, something a little like fear passing over his face.

I’m immediately crawling up his body, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I don’t have to. You can tell me no. It’s fine.”

He shakes his head. “No. No, I want you to do it.”

My eyes flick between his, looking for any other sign that he doesn’t want this. “We don’t have to.”

“I know.”

I give him one more kiss before moving back down between his legs, lifting his ass in both of my hands and spreading his cheeks, exposing his beautiful pink hole.

“I need to get you wet for me, pet.”

I spit over his entrance, letting it stretch slowly out of my mouth until it falls onto its mark. Lowering my head, I slowly lave at his hole, spreading my spit around so he’s dripping.

“ Laaaaaaan ,” he says my nickname on a breathy sigh, fueling the fire already burning in my chest.

I lower his ass back to the bed and suck on two of my fingers until they’re soaked before rubbing one around his quivering hole. Then, giving the slightest pressure, it pops in.

His whole body goes stiff.

“Are you okay?” I croak, trying to ignore how fucking sexy it looks having a part of my body disappear inside of him.

“Yeah. Yeah. Just—give me a second to adjust.”

I nod and grab onto his cock, running my hand up and down to try to make him forget the discomfort.

He melts quickly, all the tension leaving his body. “Okay, I’m good now.”

I continue pushing my finger deeper inside of him, marveling at how fucking hot and tight he is.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I mumble reverently. “I love seeing this greedy hole suck up my finger.”

He mewls when my finger reaches his prostate, his cock giving a twitch as it leaks all over my hand.

“Fuck. That’s the magic spot, isn’t it, pet? Do you like when I rub it?” I move my finger back and forth, making his body bow off the bed.

“Yes. Yes, Lan. Just like that,” he moans, fisting the sheets underneath him.

“Can this hole take another finger?”

He nods vigorously, and I pump his cock a few times while I slowly sink a second finger inside.

I take his cock in my mouth again, amazed at how much harder he is now. It’s like steel. I keep blowing him as my fingers lazily pump in and out, swirling my tongue around his angry cockhead, then sinking down until I gag again.

I repeat that, trying to take him deeper in my mouth each time. It drives him fucking wild. He starts to move with me, uttering meaningless words while his body meets each thrust of my fingers.

I pull him out of my mouth, bringing my other hand up to jack his cock while he keeps rocking on my fingers.

“You look so good like this. My pretty pet—riding my fingers like a little whore. Are you going to come for me, pet? I want to eat all of your sweet cum.”

He lets out a high-pitched whine. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come, Lan. Oh, shiiiiiit .”

He groans the last word as I slurp up his cock again right before he shoots into my mouth. His body convulses as he unloads, spurt after spurt of warm cum hitting my tongue.

I swallow once but keep the rest in my mouth until he’s given me every last drop.

I sit back on my haunches and take out my cock before looking down and spitting his used cum on my shaft.

I begin vigorously working myself while I crawl back up his body, pointing my cock at his spent dick while leaning on the other arm.

“I’m going to come all over this cock, pet.” I barely get the sentence out before I’m writhing, trying to keep myself up on my arm as I paint his cock in my cum.

“Fuck, that was…” His voice trails off, and when I look up at him, he’s staring at his dick with wide eyes—my load slowly dripping off of it and onto his groin.

Then he’s pulling at me, making me fall on top of him as he kisses me again.

It’s possessive and raw—laced with something else that I can’t quite place.

All I know is that I want it all. Every emotion he pours into that kiss lights me back up, making me moan and want to go for another round even though I’m not sure my dick could take it.

We eventually slow and stop kissing, but we still don’t move away from each other, not even to wipe ourselves off.

I feel myself drifting, barely awake when I hear him whisper, “I need you.” And then, nestled in his arms, I fall asleep.