Landon's Desire (Book Three of The Pulse Series 3) (22 page)

“Then take what you want,” Carl said, as he started to unbutton Landon’s shirt one by one, pulling the shirt tail from his waist and exposing Landon’s chest.

Landon smiled into his face, narrowed his eyes and licked his tongue across Carl’s jaw.

“Oh, I will,” Landon assured him as his fingers grabbed onto the hem of his t-shirt and he yanked it over his head, throwing it to the floor.

Shrugging his own shirt off his shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor, Landon latched onto the top button on Carl’s button fly jeans and tore the row open in one fell swoop.

“Let’s get rid of these, you’re wearing far too much,” Landon said, peeling Carl’s jeans to his ankles and watching as he stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side.

Carl reached out and trailed his finger along Landon’s belt, he fiddled with the clamp style buckle and growled his frustration when it wouldn’t release.

“I hate fucking belts,” he snarled.

“Let me get it for you,” Landon said, opening it easily between his index finger and thumb and zipping open his fly.

In a matter of a few seconds, Landon’s jeans were gone and he stood naked, except for his socks, in front of Carl.

“Did you decide to go commando for me or you?” Carl asked, with an impish grin.

“That was a purely selfish decision on my part, less time spent fucking around with clothing,” Landon said, eyeing Carl’s choice of underwear. “You on the other hand, make wearing underwear a whole different story, those are hot.”

Wearing a pair of lime green briefs trimmed in black, which snuggled his package into a perfect pouch, Landon stood back and admired the goods, before sliding them over his thighs, taking a deep breath and bumping his chest to Carl’s.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Landon said, forcing Carl’s thighs open with his knee.

Both sporting stiff ridged cocks, Landon rubbed them together with the tilt of his hips, he searched out Carl’s hands and wove their fingers together, raising their arms over Carl’s head, forcing him against the back of the door.

“I promise I’m going to take this nice and slow,” Landon said, as he lowered himself to the floor, releasing one hand from Carl’s.

A loud groan from Carl resonated through the room, as Landon took Carl’s cock into his mouth and he slid up and down his length with barely a warning, Carl’s hips jutted forward. His free hand grasped the hair on top of Landon’s head.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck!” Carl huffed. “Ace, I’m not going to last.”

Landon released his cock with a loud pop and narrowed his greedy eyes as he stood and held Carl’s chin with a resolute gaze.

“The fuck you’re not,” he said. “I’m going to teach you how to make it last, you’re not going to cum until I let you.”

Carl laughed. “Tell my dick that, because it has other plans.”

“Come with me,” Landon yanked his hand and laughed at the double entendre. “Scrap that…bring your sweet naked ass over to the bed with me,”

“Lie down,” he said, shoving Carl back until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he toppled back onto the mattress. “Get comfortable, Babes, I’m going to explore every inch of you…with my tongue.”

In one fleeting move, Carl shot himself up to the headboard of the bed, pillowing one arm under his head. He licked his tongue at the corner of his mouth and watched greedily as Landon slunk from the foot of the bed, up Carl’s body and pressed their lips together. He sucked Carl’s bottom lip into his mouth, and he flinched when Landon gently nipped it.

Carl slid his hand up Landon’s back and into his hair, yanking his head away. “You are fucking killing me.”

“Yep,” Landon grinned proudly, unclamping Carl’s hand, weaving their fingers together and stretching his arm across the bed. “And I’ve only just begun.”

He traced his tongue from Carl’s neck across his collarbone to his nipples, taking his time to explore each, remembering his sensitivity as he sucked each into his mouth and Carl arched his back. He peppered a trail over his beautifully sculpted abs, swirling his tongue in his navel and then nosed his balls before sucking each one into his mouth and stroking his cock.

Carl groaned. “Fuck that feels good.”

“You like that, Babes?”

“Yeah, Ace. I like.”

Before Carl could say anything more, Landon had him spun onto his belly, nudging his legs apart. Palming both ass cheeks, Landon used his thumbs to spread his crack open and carefully touched his tongue to Carl’s puckered opening.

“Holy fuck!” Carl yelped, putting a hand back to stop Landon’s advances.

Landon moved Carl’s hand and swept his tongue back and forth as Carl moaned reaching a hand under his body, grasping his cock tightly. Landon’s tongue swirled and dipped as he rimmed Carl, having to squeeze the head of his own cock to alleviate the pain from his thick erection.

“Don’t move,” he warned Carl, as he climbed off the bed and came back with a package of condoms and a bottle of lube in his hand.

“Not yet,” Carl said, as he sat up taking the condoms and lube and setting them aside. “It’s my turn.”

“Are you trying to stop me from fucking you, Babes?” Landon asked.

“No, not at all,” Carl reassured him, stroking his hand down Landon’s chest. “It’s just so one sided and I want you to feel good too.”

“I will,” Landon smiled. “Once I’m inside you.”

“Just shut up and lie down,” Carl snarled, shoving Landon’s chest.

Surrendering to Carl’s demands, Landon laid back and watched Carl nestle himself between his thighs and fist his cock. He slowly kissed his way up Landon’s length and swirled his tongue through the pre-cum at the tip of his cock. Carl slid down Landon’s length until Landon’s cock touched the back of his throat, he gagged a little and tears came to his eyes. He shrugged and continued, sucking in his cheeks and flicking his tongue through Landon’s slit when he pulled back. Landon gasped, taking hold of Carl’s head and holding gently.

“You have the most amazing mouth, it feels so fucking good,” Landon huffed out, moving his hands to Carl’s cheeks and pulling him off. “But I’ve had enough, I want you.”

Carl smiled just before Landon yanked him forward and they fell onto the mattress, chest to chest.

“Pass the lube,” Landon asked.

The laughter left Carl’s face as he swallowed and handed the bottle to Landon.

“Relax, I promise I won’t hurt you,” Landon said, pouring a generous amount of lube onto two fingers. “Lift your leg over me.”

Landon shifted as he ran his fingers along the crack of Carl’s ass spreading the lube around.

“Now kiss me,” he instructed and pushed his fingertip against Carl’s hole.

Carl groaned and squeezed his butt cheeks together. Landon pressed the tip of his finger past his opening and swallowed Carl’s moans into his mouth.

“Close your eyes and relax and feel how good it is,” Landon whispered as he pushed in and out in circles, adding a second and then a third digit as Carl relaxed and relinquished into a slow easygoing rhythm.

Carl’s hands explored the rippling muscles of Landon’s back, the globes of his firm ass and every inch of skin he could touch. His breathing was labored, and he was extremely generous sharing his verbal pleasure with the other hotel guests. Landon couldn’t wait to hear the sounds he made once he was buried inside him.

Slowly he turned Carl onto his back and sat back on his knees between his legs. Carl watched as he rolled a condom over his cock and then greased it liberally with lube. His eyes were heavy hooded, his breathing arduous, he was ready.

Landon lifted back Carl’s knees and spread them wide, he poured more lube down his crack and fingered his opening. Holding his cock, he pressed the head against Carl and watched his eyes widen.

“It’s only going to hurt for a minute,” Landon said, pressing harder. “Breath out and relax your ass, let me in.”

Carl nodded, Landon pushed and Carl let out a loud echoing moan, his hands tightly fisting the bed sheets, as the head of Landon’s cock broke passed his tight ring and he stilled.

“You okay, Babes?”

Nodding his answer, Landon started slowly rocking, sliding in and out as he studied Carl’s face. His brow was tightly furrowed, his eyes clamped shut and his mouth gaped as he moaned with each of Landon’s forward thrusts, he looked to be in pain but the sounds he was making told a different story.

“Oh, yeah,” he chanted continually.

“You like my cock inside you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Carl said, opening his eyes. “You’re fucking huge.”

Landon grinned as he increased his pace. “You’ll get used to the size of me…you’ll have to, I can go all night,” he warned.

Carl’s mouth closed with a loud painful groaned, he swallowed, Landon watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Oh God…I can’t take anymore,” Carl choked out.

“You want to fuck
me
, Babes?” Landon asked with a grin.

“Yeah,” Carl nodded wildly. “I want to fuck you.”

Landon pressed an excited kiss to Carl’s lips as he pulled out of him and discarded his condom. They swiftly traded places and Landon helped Carl with his condom and lube and spread his legs, fisting his cock with a smile.

“You better get me ready for that big boy, it’s been a while,” Landon joked, as he took Carl’s hand and poured lube over his fingers.

“I’m average,” Carl snorted.

“You Babes are way, way above average,”

“Not as big as you,” Carl said, wiggling his butt. “I can tell you first hand, you are very well endowed.”

Landon grasped Carl’s wrist and guided his hand between his cheeks. “Touch me, will you? I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

“Your wish,” Carl gently pressed a finger inside. “Is my command.”

Working Landon into a wild frenzy, watching his hips writhe as Carl stretched him, it didn’t take Landon long before he started begging.

“Fuck me…Fuck me now.”

“Just saying, because I feel I have to…this is so strange,” Carl said, slowly feeding his cock into Landon’s opening, he threw his head back with a loud grunt once he was buried to the hilt. Carl was enjoying a slow leisurely pace, hot, snug and deep.

“I’m not a delicate flower, Babes, rough it up will you?” Landon snarled, latching his hands to the back of Carl’s thighs. “Fuck me hard.”

This exquisite male lying beneath him, begging him to take him in the most intimate way possible, made it feel like this moment was always meant to be, like this was the missing piece to the puzzle he had been trying to solve for all of his life. He bent forward and held Landon’s face in his hands as he kissed him with all the passion he could muster. All the desire and longing he had hidden for far too long, came crashing to the surface and Landon was the benefactor of years of deprivation.

The room echoed noisily with grunts and groans. Each time Carl rammed deep inside Landon he mumbled a chorus of colorful profanities, while the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the thick scent of male sex filled the air.

“I’m going to cum,” Landon growled, as his hot seed shot across his chest and chin.

“What the fuck?” Carl asked. “What happened to all night?”

“Prostate,” Landon panted, clamping his hands on Carl’s biceps.

Carl smiled into his face. “Gonna cum, so fucking tight, but so fucking right,” Carl announced, as he came inside Landon’s warmth, then fell onto his chest.

As he rolled to the beds edge, Landon grasped hold of his forearm. “Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t leave yet…I want…”

Carl disposed of the condom in the waste basket and climbed back onto the bed.

“What do you want, Ace?” Carl asked, running his fingers through Landon’s hair.

Landon yanked him down, maneuvering them around until he had Carl wrapped in his arms holding him tight against his chest.

With a happy sigh, Landon kissed the tip of Carl’s nose and smiled. “I want to cuddle.”

Carl laughed and kissed the tip of Landon’s nose. “I didn’t think you were the cuddle up after sex type.”

“I wasn’t, until now.”

“This is a first for you?”

“It is.”

“Can I expect this often?”

Landon’s brow wrinkled as he pretended to be in deep thought. “I’m thinking you better be expecting a lot of cuddling…and sex.”

He winked and Carl melted into his arms and closed his eyes.

“This is nothing like I thought it would be,” Carl whispered.

“How did you think it would be?”

“Fuck him and chuck him.”

Landon scowled, raising Carl’s chin to look at him. “This wasn’t a one night thing, Babes, you mean more to me than that.”

Carl’s heart skipped a beat and then raced to catch up once Landon’s words sunk in. He was thrilled to know he meant something to Landon, but he was also fearful that he felt too much. Carl didn’t know if he could commit to something on a higher level, something that required him to trust that Landon wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. He wasn’t ready to lose someone else.

“I like you too, Ace,” was all he said, and settled back into Landon’s hold.

SIXTEEN

Hand in hand, Landon and Carl walked into the club, it was empty of customers as staff were getting ready for a quiet night, Sundays were always slow, the place closed by eleven at the latest.

“Hey,” Rex called out, coming from the back cooler with a dolly of beer cases stacked chest high. His gaze froze on their interlocked hands and the smile left his face. “You two look cozy.”

Landon and Carl shared a glance and smirked.

“I’m going up,” Carl said, starting to turn away towards the elevator.

“There was a guy here asking for you Lando, he left his card, said to have you call him when you got in, let me find it,” Rex said, searching the area around the cash register.

“Here it is,” he handed it the Landon.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” Landon said, and Carl stopped in his tracks to see what was up.

“What is it, Ace?”

“Briggs.” Landon handed Carl the card. “He’s persistent, I’ll give him that much.”

Written on the back of the card was,
I want to get together for a drink, talk about old times. Michael.