The Object of His Desire

by S. R. Watson

  “Fuck,” I moan. Landon growls before putting me down.

  “Fuck is right babe. I need to walk away for a minute. I want to fuck you so bad my dick aches.” He heads to his room and leaves me standing here.

  I can’t believe what just almost happened. My body was primed and ready. If Landon hadn’t pumped the brakes, I would have totally let him fuck me. That kiss was erotic as hell—more so than I remember in our past. We’re in dangerous territory. My mind keeps replaying that kiss and how great it felt to have his dick against me. I need a distraction. I continue with making the omelet he started, to focus my thoughts on something else. I’m nearly done with the third omelet when I feel arms slide around my waist from behind. I don’t have to turn around. His natural scent mixed with the smell of body wash wafts under my nose. So he left to take a shower.

  “We need to talk,” he whispers in my ear. The words itself are not sexual, but a tingle reignites down below anyway.

  “Landon, we can’t,” I say breathlessly. My body melts into him—a total contradiction to my words.

  “I know. I won’t fuck you until you’re mine and trust me you will be. For now, though, I want this with you. I want to hold you. I want to feel your lips on mine.” What does he mean I will be his? He is still with Giselle.

  “Landon, this is so wrong. You are still with Giselle.” He wraps his arms tighter around my waist.

  “That’s just it. You own my heart and it makes this whole situation so fucked up. I tried to deny you. I tried to deny myself what my heart really wanted. I have to let her go. I just can’t be a total dick and do it over the phone. I owe her more than that.”

  “I don’t want to be the reason the two of you break up,” I insist. I pry his fingers away from my waist until he loosens his grip. “We shouldn’t be kissing or any of this. It’s still cheating.”

  “This won’t be your fault Heaven. My break up with Giselle was inevitable the moment you walked back into my life. We can try to fight it, but I know you feel it. You want me to say it out loud? Okay I will. I’m still in love with you and even before you walked through that door, my heart held on to the idea of you.” Landon runs his hands through his hair like he does when he is in deep thought or nervous. “I’ve given this some serious thought and the only right thing to do here is to tell Giselle the truth. I can’t string her along, knowing that I’m in love with you.” My hands tremble slightly at his confession because I know that I’m still in love with him too. I just hate that someone has to get hurt in the process. Landon brings my trembling hands to his mouth and kisses each hand.

  “Come. Let’s eat.” He looks at the third omelet and smiles. “Peyton is not here sweetheart. She came in to get a change of clothes before day break and left again.” He puts two omelets on a plate and pours a glass of orange juice.

  “Greedy,” I accuse. He pulls me into the living room before I can grab a plate.

  He sets the plate and glass on the coffee table before pulling me down next to him on the sofa. He cuts a piece of the omelet with his fork before bringing it to my lips. “Open,” he instructs. I do as he says and take the bite he is offering me. He alternates taking a bite for himself and feeding me. We are in so much trouble. I drink all of his orange juice and he laughs.

  “I’m stuffed,” I say as I stretch.

  “Not yet,” he winks. The innuendo is not lost on me. I may not have ever taken him into my body, but I’ve already felt how huge he is. I’m just going to leave that one alone. “Let’s see what’s on the T.V.,” he suggests.

  “Don’t you have practice to go to?”

  “Not today. We have a rare day off and I’m going to spend it doing nothing.” He flips through the channels until he finds a baseball game on. Don’t ask me who is playing. He pulls me down to lay on top of him.

  “Do you really think this is a good idea?” His face is mere inches from mine.

  “I think it is an excellent idea,” he grins. He kisses the tip of my nose before guiding my head to rest on his chest. He slaps my ass and gives me a wicked smile. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

  “Umm Hmm.”

  Landon and I must have fallen asleep because Peyton is standing over us yelling about something. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and try to orient myself. It looks to be mid-afternoon. “What the hell are you two doing? Oh, this is so bad,” Peyton says as she paces the living room.

  “It’s not what it looks like,” Landon offers.

  “Really? That’s all you got? You two are in deep shit. I hope you didn’t fuck him Nevaeh,” Peyton rants. “I leave you two alone for one freaking day. What happened to you two pretending to hate each other?”

  “We didn’t have sex Peyton. It’s was just two friends taking a nap.” I get up off Landon.

  “I call bullshit. That little visual I walked in on is so much worse than sex because it’s more intimate. Thor you’re still in love with her. I can see it.”

  “What do you mean still?” He looks in my direction for an explanation. “What did you tell her Nevaeh?” Peyton pinches the bridge of her nose as she realizes her slip up.

  “She knows everything Landon. I told her the truth because she’s my best friend. Besides, she knew something was up.”

  “Holy shit. Would you listen to yourself? You just called him Landon and not Thor. Landon is the man you’re still in love with. Thor was the asshole to you. Can’t you see? You’ve chosen which person you see him as. You two are both fucked and Giselle is going to get hurt in the process.” Peyton looks between the two of us and shakes her head.

  “Calm down Peyton. Neither one of us wanted this. I tried to fight my feelings for Nevaeh. I really did. We won’t take this any further until Giselle gets back and I have a chance to come clean with her.” He stands and pats Peyton on the shoulder on his way to his room.

  She gives me a look and I know she is getting ready to continue her third degree lecture. “Don’t,” I say to signal that I’ve had enough. “We won’t take things any further, but I can’t help how I feel about him. He was mine first.”

  “Is that how you’re going to rationalize this? He’s someone else’s now until he officially breaks it off. Look I get it. He was your first love and you his. Those feelings have never really disappeared and now you’re rekindling your connection.” She sits next to me on the sofa and grabs my hand. “Just be careful. I can’t say what I would do if I were in your shoes. It is easy to say leave him alone until he breaks it off with Giselle, but she’s not here. You two have been building toward this since you walked through that door. The heart wants what it wants. Just remember there is another heart in this. Just know that I’m here for you no matter what. Okay?”

  “Thank you Peyton. I’m going to go talk to him.”

  “Sure. Again, I’m here for you. I hope you know that. I just worry about the road you two are going down, but too blind to see.”

  “Try not to worry.”

  “I’ll try, but I know better. I’m going to take a quick nap if you need me. I have to meet the girls again tonight to plan this fundraiser and I’m picking up Giselle’s slack while she is away.” She kisses me on the forehead before going to her room.

  I make a beeline to Landon’s room. I just reach his doorway when I hear him on the phone. I quickly realize he is talking to Giselle. There is nothing incriminating about the conversation, but it’s just a reminder that he is taken. He turns just in time to see me back away. “Shit,” I hear him say before I make my way back to my room. I have no right to be jealous. She is still his girlfriend. I connect my phone to my Bluetooth speakers and listen to the first song that croons from my music playlist. “Bloodstream” by Stateless is one of my favorite songs, not to mention how fitting it is for my predicament with Landon. I sing along . . . ‘I think I might have inhaled you.’ I look towards the door—shocked to see Landon standing there. The remaining lyrics die on my lips as he makes his way over to me. No words are exchanged. He lifts my chin
and begins kissing me slowly. I want to push him away. He was just talking to his girlfriend for God’s sake. Instead, he deepens the kiss and I let him. He walks me backwards until the back of my knees hit my bed.

  “Tell me to stop Heaven. Tell me you don’t want this.” My breath hitches as his hand inches up my dress against my heated flesh. He skims along the lace of my panties before slipping a few fingers underneath the delicate fabric. My legs begin to tremble slightly at the proximity of his hand where I so desperately need him.

  “I can’t,” I reply. “That would be a lie.”

  “The smell of your desire doesn’t lie sweetheart, but I’m giving you one last chance to say no.” His grip tightens on the lace—at odds with his warning.

  “Fuck me Landon. It’s what we both want.” I reach down and grab his cock to prove my readiness.

  “Fuucccck!” he growls. With the rip of my panties, I know there is no turning back.

  He pushes me down on my bed before climbing the length of my body.

  “I said I would wait,” he begins.

  “Yes,” is all I can muster.

  “Tell me to stop Nevaeh,” he says again. Shit, I can’t make that one simple word form and roll out of my mouth. We said we wouldn’t go any further. It wasn’t even thirty minutes ago. My traitorous body yearns for him. I bring his lips back to mine as I grab a hold of his hair. The feverish kiss sets the rest of my body on fire. My hips writhe underneath his weight—so desperate for him to be closer to where I ache the most.

  “Please Landon.” He stills my hips as he thrusts against my bare pussy. His engorged cock is barely contained by his own underwear.

  “If we do this Heaven, there is no turning back. You will be mine and I won’t let you slip through my fingers again.” I buck my hips up to meet him. He growls before pulling my dress over my head. He peruses my body with unashamed lust. “I was meant to be your first. Nobody else. You’re mine.” He leans down and captures my lips once again in a kiss, but this time it’s different. It’s slow and passionate. I can feel his love for me. He reaches behind my back and unfastens my bra with one hand. He slips it off and uses it to bind my hands.

  “Your fucking tits are absolutely amazing.”

  He licks a slow trail down to my breast, leaving unparalleled heat in its wake. He tongue swirls around my nipple and I damn near buck off the bed. “Shit,” I pant. The look in his eyes is deviant and hot as hell. I can see his intent to bring me to the edge of extreme pleasure. I’m desperate for his silent promise to fuck me into oblivion. His eyes never leave mine as he gives the same attention to my other nipple. My whole body begins to tremble in anticipation. He gives me a sexy smirk as he uses one hand to hold my bound hands above my head and the other to hold my hips still.

  “Patience baby,” he says as he slowly releases his grip on my hands. “Keep your hands above your head or I will stop. Understand?” I nod yes so he continues his leisurely lick down my stomach. He circles his tongue in my navel and then blows his cool breath to set me on fire. I’m so damn wet. I need him in me now. I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.

  “Please,” I beg again. He has set his own pace though. He smiles at my landing strip and inches his way down between my legs. Holy fuck. He sniffs me—letting his nose nudge my folds.

  “You have such a gorgeous pussy Heaven. I’m going to enjoy getting acquainted with what makes it drip. You’re so fucking wet already, but let’s see how much wetter you can get.” I can’t utter a single damn syllable. This man has my mind gone. He takes the first tentative lick to my nub and my back arches off the bed in response. I manage to untangle my hands from the bra and reach for his hair.

  “Somebody is being naughty. Luckily, I like it when you pull my hair. The validation of how much I’m pleasing you makes my dick hard.” With that, he buries his face back between my legs and begins to suck on my clit with fervor. I try to hold in my scream, but when he inserts a finger inside me to stretch me, I can’t help but scream out my pleasure. My legs begin to quiver around his head as he slowly inserts a second finger. I can feel myself on the brink of ecstasy. One nibble to my clit and I’m there. He quickly climbs up my body and kisses me senseless while I ride out my orgasm. He grabs one of my hands and wraps it around his naked cock. Fuck, he is even bigger than I previously thought. I can’t even completely close my hand around its girth. He moves my hand back and forth along the length of him and my pussy begins to ache again.

  “Are you ready for me Heaven?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. He tears open a condom and sheaths himself. I didn’t even see him lay it there. I watch in fascination as the latex is rolled down his engorged cock. Fuck, this man is blessed. He positions himself at my entrance and I have no doubts that he is the man I want to give my virginity to.

  THE INTENSITY IN HIS eyes set me ablaze. This is it. He pushes in slightly—watching carefully for signs that he is causing me pain. “Let me know if it’s too much Heaven and I will stop.” I nod my head in understanding, but there is no way in hell that I’m putting the brakes on this moment. I need him in me now. I grab his ass to push him deeper, but he pauses.

  “We’re going to take this slow baby.” His face is millimeters from mine now as he inches in a little bit further. I can feel him stretching me and I bite my lip to avoid whimpering out in pain. He releases my lip from my teeth and stills.

  “Don’t stop Landon. I want this.” I pull him to me and begin kissing him. His lips are soft and the skill of his tongue has me desperate for him to continue.

  “Hold on sweetheart,” he says as he pushes forward in one thrust. There is a pinch of indescribable pain that causes me to scream out. I can no longer stifle it. I feel full beyond capacity. He stills once more to let the throbbing subside. “I’m so sorry baby.” He resumes kissing me and it distracts away from the pain. His lips begin to trail along my neck and I can feel myself becoming wet again. The pain is replaced with desire and I need him to move. I begin to clench around his dick to signal my readiness for him to continue.

  “Shit. You feel so amazing,” he groans. He begins to slide in and out of me—setting a slow rhythm. The pain is completely gone now and I need him to move faster. I open my legs wider to take him as deep as he can go and oh he doesn’t disappoint. He picks up the pace until his balls are slapping against my ass. The sound is so fucking erotic. “You’re fucking mine Heaven and this sweet little pussy belongs to me too.”

  “Yes, Landon.” I purr. I don’t even recognize my own voice. Though I don’t have anyone to compare him to, I have no doubt that Landon is a skillful lover. He pulls out of me just before I find my release to flip me over.

  “On your knees sweetheart. I want to see this round, perfect ass bounce against my dick.” Oh my. I don’t hesitate to assume the position. He rubs his thick cock between my ass cheeks and for a second I think he wants to take me there. I’m not ready for that. He is so endowed that I would need to work up to anal. No, one first at a time. He places the head at my entrance and I’m relieved. I naturally push back to meet him and he slams forward. He grabs my hair and sets a punishing, yet delicious rhythm. His control has snapped and I love feeling him come undone.

  “Fuck me, Landon,” I scream. He fondles my tits with one hand and pulls my hair with the other. I had no idea it would be like this.

  “Get there sweetheart. I’m about to fucking explode,” he warns. The words are barely out of his mouth before I’m oozing around his cock. This is enough to bring him over the edge with me. “Fuuccccck!!!” he moans as our orgasms roll together as one.

  My legs give out completely and I collapse onto the bed. Landon peels of the condom and collapses next to me. “That was fucktastically incredible babe,” he says out of breath.

  “That is not a word,” I tease. I snuggle closer to him and he wraps his arms around me from behind.

  “I know. That’s my point exactly. There are no words in the English language to describe that.” I lean
back and look up at him.

  “I’m not as experienced as the women you’ve had before me.” I don’t want to say Giselle’s name because I don’t want to ruin the moment.

  “That’s what makes this so special. You’re truly mine. You were perfect and so fucking tight I thought I was going to come the moment I slid into you.”

  “Now what? The newness is gone,” I quip.

  “Now we strip away the rest of your innocence with my master kinkery,” he grins.

  “Should I be scared?” He leans down until our noses are touching.

  “Very.” He licks along the seam of my lips until they part for him. His tongue joins mine and I feel that familiar feeling igniting down below. A wicked grin forms on his lips and he pulls away.

  “I won’t take you anymore today baby. You will be sore enough.” He jumps up out bed and I see that his cock tells a different story. It’s hard, erect, and damn near touching his navel. He forgoes the underwear and pulls his shorts on. “I will run you a bath so that you can soak.”

  Once he is gone, I get up to get something else to put on after my bath. The stained sheet captures my attention and I gasp. Did he see this? I plunge back toward the bed, frantically gathering the sheets into a ball. I pray that the blood has not seeped into the mattress, but of course it has. I know that this is a casualty of losing my virginity, yet I’m still embarrassed. I quickly grab for my clothes and as I pull on my shorts I see dried blood on my inner thighs. I sprint toward the kitchen to find some bleach. I grab an unused dishrag and the near empty bottle of bleach and race back to my room. When Landon reenters the room, he finds me scrubbing away at the stain. It’s a faded brown, but still evident. Tears stream down my eyes in embarrassment. This so sexy, let me tell you.