Page 39 of Safe (King’s Heart #1)

Landon

Maybe it’s the way he looked while hugging Gwen. Maybe it’s how he spent all day with my family—getting to know them. Just being there with me.

Whatever the reason is, it takes god-like strength to wait and keep my hands to myself until we’re back in our dorm room.

I run up the stairwell of our building, taking them two at a time, dragging Grant behind me.

“Slow down,” he complains as we reach the landing. “It’s not a fucking race.”

I shove him up against the wall, taking his chin harshly in one hand and brutally kiss him, snaking my tongue inside his eager mouth while he lets out the most timid whimper.

Pulling back, I give him another gentle kiss, a mere meeting of our lips before whispering, “I can’t fucking slow down. I needed to have my hand wrapped around your dick hours ago, pet. Now, keep up.”

When I turn away, he’s much more willing to keep up with my pace.

He takes the keycard out of his pocket with trembling hands, holding it against the lock until it opens.

I push him inside and attack him again, pressing my lips so hard to his that they may bruise. I’m not sure if I care. It’ll be a reminder for him, and for anyone else, that he’s spoken for.

I know what I said before.

It was just going to be sex. Messing around. No feelings.

But his glittering, broken-boy eyes have captured me. Despite the dynamic we have when we hook up, I’m completely at his will.

I’m not sure how I let it happen, but I live and breathe Grant Caldwell. It’s irrevocable. Intense. He cuts through anything else in my mind. A violent and swift wound left behind that will never be healed. It’ll stay open and bleeding for him.

He tears his mouth away from mine to stare into my eyes, carving his place deeper into my soul. “I want you to top me.”

Static plays in my ears while I imagine it. Entering his tight body. Taking it for myself. “M-me?”

“Yes,” he says, sincerity and nervousness laced into the one word.

“But…” I think back to the one time I caught him and Trevor together. “Is that what you usually do?”

“No. I never have.”

I take his face in my hands, running my thumb softly against his jawline. “We don’t have to do that. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

A tear slips out of his eye as he nods, and just like the last time I saw him cry, it sparkles. “I know. I…” He pauses, leaning into my caressing touch. “I want to. With you. Y-you make me feel safe.”

“You are safe with me.”

He smiles. “I know.”

I lean in slowly, gently sealing our lips back together.

Our kiss is slow and languid this time, filled with all the emotion I’m feeling inside.

Taking his hand, I lead him to my bed, where we strip our clothes.

It’s unhurried and sensual, gradually revealing our bodies in between heated kisses until we’re completely bare to each other.

I climb onto the bed, spreading my legs and leaning against the headboard, then hold my hand out to him. “Come sit on my lap, pet.”

He gets on the bed and crawls to me, an uncertain, shy look on his face, and even though it’s only a short distance, it’s so fucking sexy.

I bite my bottom lip when he reaches me, leaning forward to grab him by his ass and hoisting him the rest of the way onto my lap.

Kissing me again, he begins a slow grind with my hands as guides, his ass cheeks perfectly cushioning my cock.

I groan as he does it, my dick dripping pre-cum, leaving wet streaks with every drag of his hips.

I grab onto his throbbing cock. His head immediately falls back, a hiss escaping his lips as I slowly stroke up and down.

My eyes take a greedy perusal of his sculpted body poised in my lap, watching each muscle contract when I twist my hand around the swollen head of his cock. Admiring how his groans vibrate his throat, shaking the sharp Adam’s apple I want to skim my lips against.

“There’s my pretty pet.” I run my other hand all over his chest and stomach, leaning in to pepper it with gentle kisses. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

His head snaps forward, so much vulnerability in his bright eyes.

My hand slows while something heavy passes between us. Something multicolored and psychedelic. Urgent. Mind-altering.

“Don’t,” he breathes.

“Don’t what?”

“Lie.”

“I’d never lie to you. You’re beautiful. Always.” Leaning up, I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Pouring what I feel into him. Trying to heal all the scorched parts of him. Unearthing whatever hides under it all.

“Turn over, beautiful,” I murmur into his mouth. “Let me work you open.”

He does so, going on his knees and putting his face against the bed. “Is this—is this good?”

I reverently run my hand over his ass, loving the goosebumps that spread across his skin from the contact. “This is perfect.” I lean in, placing a kiss on his ass cheek. “I’m going to take such good care of you, baby.”

He whimpers while I lean over to grab the lube from the nightstand and pour a generous amount on my fingers.

His ass is already spread and ready from the angle, so I rub my slick fingers over his pink hole while he turns his face and groans into the sheets.

“This ass is so perfect, baby,” I murmur, watching his hole flutter as I slowly circle my wet fingers around it. “I can’t wait to watch it swallow up my cock.”

All I get in return is another groan into the mattress and then, applying a bit of pressure, his ass lets me in.

He hisses as my finger slowly pumps in and out of his tight muscle. But he quickly gets used to it and starts begging. “More, Lan,” he whines.

I add another finger, gently thrusting and scissoring him open, my eyes glued to how easily his ass takes me in, sucking at my fingers like it wants even more.

“ Ummfff , shit. Fuck. That’s-that’s so big,” he whines breathily when I add a third finger.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Your ass is so greedy. It loves getting fucked by my fingers.”

He groans and stretches his arms out ahead of him, fisting the sheets above his head as he starts pushing back on me, making obscene squelching sounds ring throughout the room as he fucks himself on my fingers.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask while placing a gentle kiss against the smooth skin of his ass.

“Yeah,” he replies shakily, turning his head to snag his bright gaze on mine, sending fire burning through my heart.

I lean over to get a condom from the nightstand, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it onto my aching dick before coating it in a generous amount of lube.

Grabbing his arm, I coax him back into my lap. “I want you to be the one in control,” I say. “Go as fast or as slow as you want. I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”

He nods his head as he lifts himself, taking hold of my cock and notching it at his entrance.

My whole body is vibrating, a barely contained energy ready to burst out the moment he puts me inside. Regardless of the condom between us, I’m about to lose something in him. After tonight, a part of him will stay with me forever.

He starts applying pressure, lowering himself with a slight grimace on his face.

“Take your time, pet,” I whisper, peppering his chest and stomach with kisses, trying to distract him however I can. “I’m not here to hurt you. You can let me in.”

Craning my neck up, I drag my teeth against his Adam’s apple, inhaling his clean, musky scent.

He softly sighs, relaxing enough for the head of my dick to pop inside.

I’m overwhelmed with tight, wet heat, strangling the fuck out of my cock. It makes my whole body go numb—my blunt finger-tips digging into his skin so I don’t unload right away.

He lets out a little squeak, face stuck in a state of shock as he hovers on my cock.

“Hey. Hey.” I pull his stunned face to mine, kissing him, trying to soothe the pain away.

We stay like that, hungrily tangling our tongues until he drops another inch.

A breath of air whooshes out of him. “ Oh my god. How can—how can there be more?”

I chuckle over his mouth, before taking him in another eager, sloppy meeting of our lips. He moans, opening his mouth obscenely wide the longer we kiss, until it’s almost like we’re trying to devour each other.

Every so often he steals his own breath away, lowering more and more while we consume each other until his ass is seated all the way against my pelvis.

“I need—I need a minute.” He’s panting. Sweat glistening on his skin as he adjusts to me.

I nod my head and drag my lips all over his body. His neck. His chest. His shoulders. Charting a map. Something to burn into my mind. To never forget this.

He experimentally lifts his hips, gently sliding along my length. My hands travel to his hips, resting there while he gains more confidence—lifting a little higher with each bounce.

I try my best to keep still, letting him control the rhythm, taking what feels good for him. But still, my hips thrust the tiniest bit of their own volition.

I go to apologize but am cut off by a high-pitched keen from Grant’s beautiful mouth.

“Shit. Yes, Lan. D-do that again.”

I punch my pelvis forward, meeting each of his fervent bounces while his slick cock paints my abs with pre-cum.

We build a frenzied rhythm. The sound of skin slapping and desperate moans filling the air as we both drip with sweat. Both completely lost in the moment. Lost in each other.

“ Baby. Baby. Baaaaaby. ” I’m completely intoxicated by him. Babbling nonsense. I’d give him any and everything right now if he asked. “Fuck. You take me so well, baby. So fucking sexy like this. Stuffed full of my cock. Best I’ve ever had.”

He ramps up his efforts, my words driving him higher and higher, teetering right on the edge while my heart runs a fucking marathon in my chest.

“How does it feel, baby?” I rasp, watching his beautiful, muscled body take what it needs from me.

“So fucking good. So g-good, Lan. L-love this fat cock.” He stumbles through the whole sentence, his eyes half-lidded and blissed out.

I wrap my hand around his thick, wet dick, matching our movements as I continue fucking into him. “Is my pretty pet going to come? Come for me, pet. Show me how much cum I can milk out of you.”

He whimpers when I concentrate on twisting my hand around the head of his cock—my restraint barely hanging on. Then he explodes. “Fuck. Yes, Lan. Yes, Lan. Yes, Lan, ” he chants as he paints my stomach with warm, white stripes of his cum, his ass mercilessly clenching around my erection.

“Yes, baby. Give me that cum. Amazing. You’re amazing. You’re gonna make me bust, baby. Oh, shit. ”

I throw my head back, groaning and grinding my hips into him, filling the condom while he convulses with the last remnants of his release.

I look up into his shining eyes, finding them already on me.

His gaze is so intense. So centered on me.

“Thank you,” I start shakily, still trying to catch my breath, and also gearing up for what I’m about to say.

I don’t know if he’ll like it, but I just don’t think I can move on from this moment without telling him.

“That was your first time doing that and you chose me. Thank you for trusting me with it.”

He pauses, his brain trying to comprehend what I’ve said. And then, a small smile stretches onto his face. It’s so bright—even in the dark. I decide in that moment that he’s never smiled at anyone else like that. I’m not sure if I’m being delusional but… that smile was made only for me.

He nods slowly, then leans down to take my mouth again. He lazily kisses me, roaming his hands all over. Not letting go.

“We should probably clean up,” I whisper into his mouth after an unknown amount of time.

“I don’t—” He cuts himself off and looks away. “Yeah, we should.”

I want to ask him what he was going to say, but I have a feeling that whatever it was, he’s not ready to share it yet, so I let it go.

Without any more discussion, we go to the tiny dorm shower and climb in together—like we both knew it would happen. Like we both wanted it.

We gently wash each other until we’re completely clean, then towel off and crawl into the same bed together.

Curling my body around his, I listen to his steady heartbeat while I try to drift off.

It’s a dark, quiet dorm room, but I can’t seem to find sleep. A feeling is consuming me. A shock to my system. A live wire running through my veins, making everything too loud and colorful.

I think I know what it is, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to admit it to myself yet.