We talk for a short time longer, and they continue asking Landon to be patient and not run. He agrees, but once they’ve gone, he turns to me.
“What do you think?”
I take a deep breath. I need to be strong for him, but if he’s going to run, I won’t hesitate to go with him. “Let’s see how the next few days shake out. Marci is a miracle worker, and Jim’s team is motivated. And ultimately, we have the truth on our side.”
He pours himself half a tumbler of bourbon and sinks into the plush couch. “I understand if you want to get far away from all of this.”
“Get far away?” I shake my head, and then my blood pressure goes through the roof. I stand and take his glass from his hand, pointing my finger in his face. “When have I ever led you to believe I would walk out the door? We’re both exhausted, and you’re talking out your ass.” I need to de-escalate this crap about running away.
We stare at each other. Reaching for his hand, I attempt to pull Landon up, but he doesn’t budge, so I crawl over his lap and steady my knees at his hips. “Let’s give some of those toys a test drive.”
He perks up. “You’ll let me use the double-penetration vibrator?”
I shake my head. “No way. But I think you’ll like the cock ring.”
He grins, and I know I’ve distracted him. “Where did you put the box?”
I’m already halfway into the kitchen. “I hid it.”
I dig into a cabinet behind some pots and pans I’m sure have never been used. Bingo. Here’s the box. I rummage through and pull out the cock ring, holding it up as if I’ve found gold. I study the packaging, and I need to download an app.
Landon watches as I figure this out. I keep my distance, because if I’m too close, we’ll throw it aside, and I want to distract him from the freight train coming our way.
It’s surprisingly easy to sync the Bluetooth, and the ring vibrates in my palm.
Wow. I like this.
Landon is nursing his drink and working his way back to the black hole.
“Let’s see if this fits and what it does.” I grab him by the hand and lead him back to our bedroom. We’re hardly in the room before I push him against the wall and kiss him. I pull at his shirt, and his hard stomach tenses. He smells like pine and orange and tastes like good Kentucky bourbon. I push my tongue past his lips, and his meets it, stroke for stroke. He’s eager, too.
I fall to my knees and release his buckle, in one movement unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, which pool at his feet. I push his boxer briefs to the floor and free his cock. It’s deliciously hard and waves in my face. I look at the small ring and how big Landon already is. “I don’t know if this will work. You’re already hard.”
Maybe if it’s wet? Taking him in my mouth, I lick him thoroughly, and he only gets bigger. I try the lube, liberally coating his cock, and I begin to slide the ring down.
He grimaces. “I can’t break my favorite toy.”
I roll back on my heels and lead him to the bed. “You’re always ready.”
“It’s a gift.” Landon winks at me.
“What did your mom say earlier?”
His grin disappears. “Bringing my mom into our bedroom is definitely a mood killer.”
I lift my eyebrow and purse my lips. I want to try this, and if he’s too hard, it won’t work. “What did she say?” I push.
“She was proud of the three of us.”
“She mentioned me?”
He nods, as if of course she’d be proud of me. I glance in the mirror next to the bed, and he’s still solid steel.
“Should we call Claire and see if she talked to your mom? Maybe we can invite her over?”
“Don’t you dare,” he growls.
He finally becomes flaccid enough that I can begin. This new toy focuses the sensations on those spots that feel good—the bottom and sides. I coat my hand and the ring, watching him twitch in anticipation.
The bed shifts as I lift myself above him, holding there and watching his expressions. I run my hand through his hair and scratch my nails down his torso.
Moving the cock ring down to the base, I nestle a nub underneath so it will vibrate his balls. I carefully move the app to its lowest setting. The pulsing on his hardness intensifies then fades a little.
He reaches to stroke himself.
“Not yet,” I warn.
“You’re cruel.” Landon reaches for me. “And you’re still dressed.”
I stand. “Alexa, please play ‘Lady Marmalade.’”
“Here’s ’Lady Marmalade’ from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, playing now,” Alexa, the digital assistant, announces.
The music begins, and I turn around, swaying my hips back and forth. I inch my black pants over my ass. I’m wearing a skimpy thong, and I lean over so Landon has a good view of my ass as I kick my pants away.
He gasps.
Pulling my top over my head, I continue to move my hips to the music. I’m not going to be hired by a strip club anytime soon. I struggle to undress seductively and keep with the rhythm of the music.
I turn around in my black lace bra and mouth the French from the song. I shimmy toward him, and his eyes are glued to my breasts.
He’s hard. Now it’s time for some fun. With my phone, I increase the vibration on his cock.
Landon whistles between his teeth. “Get over here.” He points to his hard cock.
“You like that?” I purr.
“I think you’d like it if you took it for a ride.”
I continue to
