Aftercare: Second Chance Romance

by Jennifer Hartley

  “So the reason things were getting knocked off and why there were shouts is because I was getting best blow job of my life and you’re this close-” he said, indicating with a tiny space between thumb and forefinger-”to ruining it.”

  “Ignore him. It’s the truth but please, please ignore him. Don’t put it in your report!” Regina pleaded with Officer Willems, noticing his pencil poised over a notepad. She slammed a hand over Landon’s mouth and glared at him. “Shut up.”

  “I’ll put it under domestic disturbance, I guess-”

  “What?” Landon squawked while Regina’s hand fell from him in shock.

  “Domestic disturbance? He wasn’t hurting me! I wasn’t hurting him- Landon, did I bite you?” Regina asked, suddenly concerned that she must have hurt him and didn’t notice in her enthusiasm.

  He patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You put professionals to shame.” As she blushed wildly, he addressed the officer, “Look, clearly, there’s no disturbance, no one was hurt. Can’t you just not report it? You’re not helping yourself making a big deal of my getting one hell of a blow job. I mean, yes. It’s big deal but you really think it belongs on a police report?”

  Officer Willems sighed loudly. “Alright. This is what I’ll do. I’ll say it was all a misunderstanding. An overly concerned neighbor called and turns out its just adults playing cards. But next time, Mr. Stewart,” he said, checking his notebook for Landon’s name, “Try to be quieter. I also caution about being very verbose about what your girlfriend does.”

  “I’m not embarrassed that her mouth can possibly rip my dick from me. How many men can brag about that?” Landon said before Regina kicked him on the shin. ”Ow!”

  “Well, don’t push your luck, is all I can say. Miss Abbott,” The cop tipped his hat at her, grinning. “Good luck. Especially with this one.”

  Regina nodded and closed the door. She narrowed her eyes at Landon, saying exasperatedly, “You really love being descriptive, don’t you?”

  “Sorry about that.” Landon did look contrite. “But he wasn’t going to leave. And he was checking you out.”

  “What?” She exclaimed. “That’s ridiculous. You’re imagining things.”

  Landon smirked. “Your hair’s all messy from my hands, your mouth is still swollen from my dick. No man is not going to want you looking the way you do.”

  “You’re ridiculous,” she declared, tipping her head to the side as if trying to decide what to make of him. She wished she could be annoyed with what he had done but there was something about Landon and his graphic descriptions of what they did that were...well, funny. And sweet. Adorable, even. She knew he didn’t say them to embarrass her, although he did make people very uncomfortable.

  But that was the thing with Landon. He made no excuses or apologize for doing the things he did, even more, the ones he enjoyed. He was a guy with no pretensions yet there was something about him that hinted at something deeper. She would see traces of it when he talked about his work. There was a genuine concern for his patients. He understood the pain they went through, even if it wasn’t something he could completely fathom due to his gender. This was a man who listened and listened well and sought to find the best solution for a cure.

  “What it is, sweetheart is it’s ridiculously late,” he said, glancing at his watch. He put his arms around her waist while pulling her from the door. Kissing her softly, he murmured, “I should go.”

  “Must you, really?” Regina complained, hugging him. “It is late, as you said. Can’t you...” she bit her lip, suddenly hesitant.

  “Tell me,” he urged, seeing the doubt flicker in her eyes.

  She took a deep breath and looked at him right in the eye. “Stay with me, Landon. I mean...if you feel it’s better to sleep on the couch then alright, I won’t force you. But if you can stay?”

  “You want me to stay?” he asked.

  “Have you been counting the days?” Regina blushed as she spoke. “I am. Today is the day we finally get to have sex.”

  As soon as she finished, she pressed her hot face against his shoulder. “I mean, if you’ve forgotten, maybe you need reminding-”

  “Of course, I haven’t. And I have been counting,” he said, holding her and caressing her hair, the back of her shoulder. She shivered as he kissed her on the temple. “Do you have any idea how often I’ve been jerking off in the shower because I can’t have sex with you yet?”

  “Landon, maybe that’s something I need not know,” she said, pulling away from him a little so she could smile at him. “Thank you, though”

  “Regina, if I stay, I’m not sleeping on the couch.”

  “You promise?”

  “Of course. Unless you’d like us to squeeze in like hedgehogs. In that case, I’m game. I want to sleep with you, sweetheart. I want to have sex with you. I want my hand on your vagina when you sleep. I want you to wake up with my fingers in you already.”

  “Landon.” She moaned, once again falling hard against his shoulder. He held her firmly, caressing her back, her waist, his lips moving against her hair as he spoke.

  “You have no idea how much I want to have sex with you. No idea.”

  “Show me, then,” Regina begged, clinging to him, crushing his shirt in her fists. She pressed her hips against him and they groaned at finding him hard. She palmed his dick and whispered in his ear, “Take me, Landon. Take me. Please.”

  Suddenly, her feet left the floor and she was swept up in his arms. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He grinned at her startled stare. “Landon?”

  “Where’s the bedroom?”

  Chapter Six

  With the streetlamp outside guiding their way, Landon easily found the bed and tossed Regina on it. He jumped in beside her gasping and laughing body, catching her chin in his hand to plant a yearning kiss on the mouth. Her enthusiasm was an equal match, sliding her tongue in his mouth as she slipped hands under his shirt to discover his firm, bunched muscles on his back, his chest. He gasped against her mouth as she lightly pinched his nipple. “Where’s the light?”

  “What for?” She whispered, flattening him on the bed with her palm. Grinning, she nipped at his parted lips, pushing at his shirt until it gathered at his neck. She nuzzled her nose, her cheek, against his trimmed beard. God. The man smelled like he just stepped out of a lemony bath. As she pressed her face against the fur on his chest, she added, “Isn’t the dark romantic?”

  She hummed in delight as he tensed under her lips and hands. Kissing his defined, hard pecs, enjoying how his legs thrashed under hers, his erection brushing against her thigh to draw another gasp from him and a soft moan from her. She was glad that the darkness hid the vivid flare in her cheeks upon feeling her vagina swell and wet her panties, her jeans.

  “Not for me, sweetheart,” Landon grunted, fingers pushing her hair to gently pull her face away from his chest. Then her mouth was back on him, and his tongue was thrusting deep inside. The mattress dipped under their combined weight on one spot. Caressing her back, cupping her ass, he continued, “Don’t you know by now how much I love watching you come? How you look when I make you come?”

  Without waiting for her answer, he turned slightly to flick on the lamp on the nightstand, turned again to the same to the other. Regina sat up on her knees, wondering why Landon Stewart looked so right lounging against the padded headboard of her bed, his long, muscular arms spread over the pillows. His golden hair was a tousled halo around his head as he smiled at her, just killing her with his dimples.

  “Get over here,” his voice affectionate and his gaze smoldering emeralds. He sat up, patting his lap. She bit her lip and climbed on, putting her leg carefully over his thigh before lowering her hips toward him. “I’m not glass, Regina,” he said, laughing.

  “I’m not too heavy for you?” Regina asked, hesitant to fully rest her entire weight on him. She was taller by an inch and a half and at least fifteen pounds heavier. Her size had always been a problem. T
oo much of everything. It wasn’t something she thought about a lot, these days. Not since knowing Landon.

  “Sweetheart, if you’re weightless, you’re nothing. I like that I can feel you.” With that, he set her down firmly on top of him, smirking when her mouth fell open at the bulge of his dick between their clothed bodies. He grunted softly too but shook his head when she started to shift up, thinking she had crushed him. Hands on her waist, he leaned up and nibbled on her lower lip.

  “You feel gorgeous, Regina,” Landon said, holding her gaze while brushing his knuckles on her warm, pink cheek.

  No one had said she felt anything close to gorgeous before. As she stared at him in quiet wonder, he kissed her. This time it was gentle, sweet, driving every uncertainty she had carried her whole life away with every glide of lips and tongue on her. As he drew her closer, hands slipped under her shirt to caress the naked span of her back, traveling to her front to cup small, plump breasts.

  Regina raised her arms, and he pulled the rest of her shirt up. A blush covered her all the way to her chest, emphasizing the blotch of her freckles on pale skin. But Landon looked at her as if she were one luscious dessert and something unbelievable made real. Feeling a return of her confidence, she leaned in to kiss him, taking his face between her hands.

  Lips remaining stubbornly and hotly fused, they curved down to the bed, Landon moving swiftly so he was right on top of her. His thumbs teased her nipples to a tautness that drew a sharp breath from her. Through half-closed eyes, she watched his golden head move down her neck, feeling his lips wrap around her skin and suck, his tongue tasting the warmth of her towards her collarbones. By the time his mouth closed around a pink nipple, she was tauter than a bowstring.

  They were going to have sex, finally. The wait had been painful, extraordinarily long. Their kisses and fondles, the public pawings of body parts hidden in clothes, were a heady, breathtaking rush. It was like taking one hard hit after the next of a powerful drug. Though it was only mere minutes, the feelings aroused by their encounters lingered throughout the day or days. Days. Days of longing for Landon, to feel him chuckling against her throat, the hard warmth of his body, his eyes, looking at her. Really seeing her.

  But those moments were quick, their passion blazing like sudden wildfire. Tonight, Landon was clearly taking his time. Stoking her with deep pulls of her nipple in his mouth, hands carefully mapping her body. As she writhed and squirmed, blushing some more from his noisy, wet kisses, he made her burn harder as his lips traveled down to her stomach. She spread her legs, raised her hips expectantly.

  Landon smiled up at her.

  “Let’s get this off you,” she said, reaching for his shirt. She tugged at the bottom and he took the rest over his head. She sat up, her eyes glowing an intense, midnight blue at the sight of his bare chest and the golden fur that had become so familiar yet still new with every slide of her palm. She did this now, feeling the leap in his heart. Surprised, she looked at his face.

  “Keep going,” he urged her, his emerald eyes looking a little glazed over. “It feels good.”

  Encouraged, she ran her palm lower to his chest, toward his belt. She had touched him before. She had his dick in her mouth more than a few times. Yet just touching him like this- there was something revolutionary about it. Without the rush which was mind-blowing, there was time to really feel everything.

  Returning her gaze to Landon’s eyes, she only had to press a little to urge him back on the bed. He lay down obediently, a half-smirk on his face. But she swung her legs to the side of the bed to stand up and get rid of her pants. When she turned around, Landon was on his side, jaw resting on his chin and a very pleased expression on his face. She met his admiring gaze, slipping into the now-familiar feel of pride in her small breasts, straight waist, thick, trunk-like thighs and her gleaming, very hairy bush.

  “Fantastic,” he murmured, making her smile and blush. Regina joined him back in bed to work on his jeans next. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the wrist.

  He smiled at her startled expression. “Turn the other way, sweetheart.”

  Puzzled, she asked, “You mean, come from the other side? Like, the other side?” She pointed on the other side of the bed to be sure.

  Landon looked like he wanted to gobble her up. “No. Not from that side. I want to taste you.”

  “But I thought we’re going to have sex -”

  “We are. We will. I intend to make love to you until the morning, Regina. Best I ready you. And if you have lube, even better.”

  Regina blushed a deep scarlet. His grin nearly split his face in half. “Ah. You are the woman of my dreams, indeed, Regina Abbott. Speaking as a gynecologist-”

  “Really?’ She said dryly. “You have to start with that to give a lecture on lube?”

  “Well, it never hurts to hear the side of the professional rather than some guy who likes to keep you wet.”

  She laughed and kissed him on the lips. “God. You are a strange man. But the hottest in the entire city block.”

  He kissed her back, chuckling as he sucked on her plump lip. “Lube isn’t just for anal sex. We’ve established that you’ve got one very wet honey pot, Regina,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, openly delighted as her blush turned deeper. “But you’re not wet all the time. I also don’t want to risk hurting you.”

  “Like I said. Thank goodness you’re hot, Dr. Stewart.” Regina teased, licking the tip of his nose. He chuckled and pretended to bite her. She squealed, moving her neck out of the way. Pressing his nose against her pulse, he whispered, “So, how about it?”

  “The lube or the requested position?” She asked.

  “Both, but the latter first,” Landon whispered back.

  Regina took a deep breath, gave a little nod and turned. Landon lowered his head back on the pillows, guiding her legs to surround his shoulders. She trembled upon feeling his breath stir the curls on her vagina. He caressed the back of her thighs, her buttocks as if to reassure her. She felt reassured, enabling her to focus on the zipper below her and the huge bulge under it. Feeling him press kisses on her thighs that made her tensed and tingle, she carefully took the tab and pulled.

  Regina had to rise a little to push off his pants, licking her lips once his dick was free. He kicked his pants out of the way and she helped him with his socks. He squealed when she tickled the arch of his foot before covering him with kisses starting from the ankles all the way up. Landon had very sexy knees.

  Landon grunted against her vagina as she rubbed her lips against the top of his hairy thigh, licking him shyly, too briefly, before turning to the other and repeat.

  She moaned against his thigh as his finger slowly entered her. Quickly, her thighs tightened around it, forgetting his head between them. He laughed, pushing them apart. Pink and feeling warmer as if sunk in a fever, she kissed his left inner thigh, grazing her teeth gently at the taut muscle. Her lips were advancing toward his dick when she felt his fingers sweep her vagina lips open, followed by the thrust of his tongue.

  Her entire body shook. Sweat poured down the sides of her face. ”Landon.”

  Regina squirmed against his tongue, fighting from squeezing his head between her thighs again. After allowing herself to submerge in the pleasure of his carnal kiss, she gazed at his dick. It was beautiful, like him, and packed with strength yet elegant rather than crude. She nuzzled her nose against his golden curls, her head swimming from the intimate scent of dark sweat and man before closing her mouth around the head.

  His tongue thrust faster in her vagina. Quick, devastating dips in her wet channel.

  As her honey dripped toward his tongue, she felt him get harder, fuller, with every slow, indulgent slide of her mouth and tongue. She squeezed and played with his plump balls, making him stop for a moment to gasp against her vagina before gripping her hips harder and surprising her with a hard suck of her clit. Her wail caused his dick to pop out of her mouth, feeling herself kissed by a fire with every drag of his m
outh and flick of his tongue on her clit.

  “Landon,” she begged throatily. Her hips rolled wildly. ”Oh, god.”

  “Turn over,” he grunted. She couldn’t believe it. He was stopping?

  Feeling her stiffen with resistance, he slapped her playfully on the ass. “I want you to come around my dick, Regina. Please.” The mirth in his tone melted into desperation at the last word.

  When he spoke like that, she was nothing. Just nothing. Regina quickly rolled away from him, panting, caught in that hot in-between. “Condoms?” He asked, and she pointed at the drawer. She licked her lips when he turned, showing her the firm, high cheeks of his ass as he went to get them from the drawer. When he faced her a moment later, she was still grinning.

  “What’s got you looking like the cat who got all the cream, sweetheart?” Landon teased, taking a few packets of the condoms with him as he moved between her legs.

  Emboldened by desire, she said simply, “You have a cute ass.”

  “Is that so?” It was sweet how sincerely delighted he looked at her compliment. He tore a square with his teeth and flicked the wrapping away. She watched him start sliding on the rubber and he flushed.

  “This is awkward,” he admitted.

  “I’m still not going to turn away,” she whispered, and there was that look of delight again.

  “Just for that, I’m going to let you put whatever you want on my ass and lick it,” he said, stretching over her. He smiled as her arms went around his shoulders.

  “Whatever I want?” She asked, arching gently against him as he rubbed his dick against her kiss-swollen clit. Her mouth fell open.

  “Yes,” he grunted, raking his teeth across her jawline. “Maple syrup, whipped cream, honey-”

  They groaned loudly as his dick thrust deep into her quick. “I was,” Regina gasped, a hand clutching at his bearded cheek and looking in his lust-blown eyes. “I thought...hot sauce.”

  Landon gasped as her legs went around his waist. “Hot sauce?”

  “God, Landon.” She squeezed her eyes shut from the intensity of their joining before opening her eyes to look at him again. Leaning his forehead against hers, his mouth open and filling her own with his hot breath. He pulled out and thrust back again and she cried out, “Mayonnaise!”