Only With You (Knights #2)

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JULIANNA

“I want you to beg for it first.” His tantalizing words feel like a splash of cold water, but it’s not enough to cool my smoldering hot body.

I glare and he holds my stare. “No.”

He eyes my sweater, staring at it with aversion. “ Beg or I’m leaving.”

This takes me to the day he came back and agreed to tutor me. I’d find the situation comical, if only I wasn’t in desperate need for him to touch me.

I stand my ground, but his heavy gaze scorches me. The longer the silence extends, the thicker the atmosphere grows and the wetter I get. I’m so turned on, my nipples are hard and straining against my bra, begging to be played with.

Swallowing my pride, I draw out a shaky breath. “Please, touch me.”

The smug arrogance slips from his face and morphs into something daunting, something darker.

“Not like that. Say, ‘Landon, please touch me, because I’m a needy slut with a needy pussy.’ Say it,” he demands, his rough words a stark contrast to the way he’s touching me, but something tells me he’s trying to hold back.

It sounds so wrong, but my body screams that it sounds so right . My heart thunders hard against my rib cage, my palms become clammy with anticipation, and I shudder at how degrading it sounds and how good it makes me feel.

Landon’s expectant stare does nothing but elevate the humiliation, but it deepens the need to bring my fantasies to life.

I lick my dry lips and force the words out. “Landon…please touch me because I’m a needy slut with a needy pussy.”

“Good, Love . So, you do know how to listen.” He hums in approval.

I’d tell him to fuck off if I weren’t stuck on him calling me Love, or how oddly and gratifying it sounds.

His eyes spark with sadism as he grabs the hem of my sweater and tugs it off of me. He removes it so quickly you’d think it was caught on fire as he slings it to the door.

It feels like it was done purposefully. I stare at him with a questioning look, but he ignores it and gawks at my breasts. His Adam’s apple bobs and he licks his lips, but the lust-induced haze in his eyes simmers away as he meets my stare.

“If something doesn’t feel right or you’re uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop.”

I nod, but that’s not enough for him.

“No, say it. Boundaries and consent are important to me. I need and want to know when you’re not into something or if you’re uncomfortable. I will stop.”

My head was so high up in the clouds that for the first time, I didn’t consider consent or boundaries. I trust him so much, I didn’t once feel uncomfortable. And for some reason, despite knowing how much I trust him, I feel a wave of relief.

There’s a dull pang in my chest, but I ignore it. It’s the bare minimum. I shouldn’t feel emotional over consent.

“I promise I’ll tell you.”

He nods before he cups my chin in a firm grasp and connects his lips to mine, the sweater and everything else long forgotten.

Landon pushes his body to mine again, his erection digging into my stomach. He groans against my mouth, and I moan as I feel my bra loosen.

He breaks the kiss, taking a step back, and drops his hand from my chin. In a forceful yank, he removes my bra, making my breasts bounce and nipples become tighter as the cool air hits them.

“I’m going to come all over these.” He brings a hand to my chest and cups a breast, squeezing it before he releases it, and takes hold of my pebbled nipple. He pinches it hard, then tweaks it, rolling the tight bud between his thumb and forefinger. I close my eyes, relishing the feeling, softly mewling as he continues.

The image of Landon coming on my chest does wild things to me. I’ve never had someone do that to me, let alone imagine it, but I can see it live in my head.

“You’re picturing it, huh? You want me to come all over you. Don’t you?”

“Yes.” I quiver under his touch.

“Unfortunately, that won’t happen tonight, so this will have to do.”

Something wet and warm touches the swell of my breast. When I open my eyes, I see his spit gliding down them and clinging to the tip of my nipple. He does it to the other breast while I stare in disbelief and astonishment.

The corner of his mouth tugs upward in a smirk as I push my chest out and watch him smear his saliva around my nipples.

I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, and my toes curl because my thighs want to rub together, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of what he’s doing to me.

But when a dark, deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, he looks at me as if saying, Eyes on me .

And I do.

With bated breath, I watch as he levels his mouth to my chest. Keeping his fingers on one nipple, his tongue darts out and licks the other. I drop my head back against the wall, a moan threatening to claw out from the back of my throat.

I’m trying so hard, but I miserably fail. He flicks his warm tongue and rolls it around, but I lose it when he drags my nipple into his mouth.

“Ohhh…like that.” I pant, clenching my thighs together and holding onto his shoulder. “Don’t stop.”

I’m whimpering, writhing in my spot as he continues his onslaught on the other while he rolls and pulls my nipple with his fingers. I can’t believe how reactive my body is when all he’s doing is touching my breasts.

The throb between my legs heightens and the pressure twines around my body, enveloping me in a mist of ecstasy. It happens too fast, and I don’t have time to process or stop myself from coming.

My jaw drops and I become dizzy. My head spins and my wound-up body expels the tension that’s been impending for months.

I come hard, my body trembles, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I ride out the orgasm.

I tense and the once-charged atmosphere freezes. Air gets caught in my lungs at the realization of what I just did. I just came and all he did was play with my nipples.

How fucking lame.

I cringe at how pathetic I must look and sound. Humiliation grips me by the throat, and it’s not the kind I felt just a few seconds ago. I didn’t even know that good or bad humiliation existed until now.

I’m too embarrassed. I can’t bring myself to look at him as my high wears off.

Landon doesn’t say a word. I’m not sure what could possibly be going through his mind, but I don’t have to guess. Maybe he realizes this was a mistake. That I was a mistake.

But all my doubts extinguish when he speaks. “Do you have a scarf?”

My brows pinch together, confused. “For?”

“Do you have one or not?”

“Yes, it’s in my closet, but?—”

“ Only take off the shorts,” he orders before stepping into my closet. I’m still standing by the wall, bewildered and lightheaded from coming. “Take them off,” he says as if he knew I still hadn’t.

I do, leaving my thong on as he steps out. He stares at me with admiration. His eyes rake over me, hungry and hooded. “You ever been tied up?”

I shake my head, unable to speak.

A glint of satisfaction flashes across his eyes and something else I can’t place.

“Do you want to try?” He raises the scarf.

Once again, the excitement returns and thrill fires through my veins. “Yes,” I reply in a breathless whisper.

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he approaches and stands behind me. Taking my wrists in his hand, he winds them behind my back and ties me up.

My chest rises and falls rapidly and my heart careens. The anticipation wells in the pit of my stomach, and the flutters have gone overboard, moving rambunctiously.

I suck in a breath when he circles his arms around my front and tugs my back to his chest. His body heat, along with the scent of his cologne, envelops me, and his erection digs into my back.

I shudder under his hold and as I feel his warm breath fan the shell of my ear and fingers skims down my stomach.

“How fucking obedient.” Desire lurks deep in his words, and I feel them encase my body. “This is all it took for you to listen to me? To get you to shut up? Who would have thought that Julianna Sparks would be this easy?”

His supercilious words drip over me like thick honey. Each one punctuated and condescending.

I should be annoyed and embarrassed. Instead, it enhances my need to be touched.

I try to twist my wrist, but the scarf is securely fastened. “I swear I hate you.”

One arm is still around my front while the other descends past my belly button until his hand is at the waistband of my thong. “That’s not what you were saying before.” His fingers tease the band before they slip inside and brush over my soaked pussy. “What was it? ‘Like that. Don’t stop’ ?”

I roll my eyes but let my head fall back on his chest. “Go…” I don’t mean to, but the moan easily tumbles past my lips. “To hell.”

“One day, but right now, I’m going to treat you however the fuck I want.” His gruff words hold promise.

It’s so sudden, but he removes himself away from me and pushes me to my bed, bending me over. My chest and face are pressed against my mattress while my ass is in the air.

He spreads my legs and then I hear a stretch followed by a rip. My lips part as I realize he ripped my thong off me.

“I can’t believe you did that. That wasn’t part of the deal.” I shouldn’t be this aroused, but the action makes my walls pulse and I become wetter. I’ve never experienced this before, and I’m starting to question if being this wet is normal. “Lan?—”

I don’t get a chance to say anything else before he stuffs my thong inside my mouth.

“You good?” I’m certain he’s smirking when he asks.

I don’t care how he sounds because I’m questioning my morality. Is it normal that I’m really into this? Is it okay that having my thong in my mouth while I’m all bare to him, while he can see everything, and he’s still clothed, is turning me on?

“Actually, don’t answer that. If I want to rip off your clothes, I will and don’t act like you don’t like it.” He slaps my pussy hard, causing me to yelp and arch my back. It stings, but the pleasure overrides the pain as he softly rubs his palm over me. “Because you love it.” He slaps it again, and I try to bring my thighs together, but he holds them in place. “That’s why my fingers are soaked. So fucking soaked.”

I groan into the fabric, closing my eyes as a small ripple of euphoria washes over me. He’s barely done anything, but I’ve enjoyed myself more now than I ever have.

I’m so lost in my thoughts, drifting on a cloud of ecstasy, that I’m taken by surprise when Landon, without warning, shoves a single finger inside of me. There’s nothing gentle about the way he does it either. He thrusts it in and out, rough and fast, and as he does, his palm slaps my pussy.

“Oh!” I cry out, but the wet fabric muffles it.

He pulls his finger completely out of me, but then inserts another alongside it. He’s a little slower this time, letting me adjust the stretch and length of his fingers. My walls flutter as they adjust to him, and I wonder what it’d be like to have his dick inside of me. But I don’t get to think about it very long as he drives his two fingers in and out of me.

It’s torture that Landon tied my hands and I’m starting to regret it, because I need to grab something. When I try to press my thighs together, he spreads me farther apart, slapping me once again, but this time, he misses my clit and I wonder if he did that on purpose.

“You want me to stop?” he grunts, now scissoring his fingers inside of me.

I whimper, shaking my head. I’m right there. I’m so close.

“Look at me,” he demands and I do. I listen like a needy slut, wanting more from him. Gawking over my shoulder as he removes his fingers, he raises them and I see how wet they are. They glisten under the light, but apparently, they’re not wet enough because Landon spits on three fingers. Oh, my God. “You’re going to be good and take them, right?”

All I can manage to do is nod and do my best to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. When I feel his fingers slide between my folds, the saliva pools out of my mouth, and glides across my cheek.

Bowing my back, I moan and moan again as he drags his fingers so painfully slowly.

Pushing the thong out of my mouth, I frustratedly huff and pin him with a harsh glare. “I swear to God, if you don’t?—”

He stops touching me and lifts a brow. “What will you do?”

“I’ll find someone else to finish the job.”

He doesn’t say anything, but shoves all three fingers inside of me and I tense from the insane stretch.

Air gets caught in my lungs. “Lan…Lan…Landon…” I hoarsely moan and writhe as he relentlessly thrusts his fingers. My thighs quiver and my nipples become hypersensitive as they graze against my duvet.

“No one will ever make you feel like this,” he says harshly, each word piercing a part of body. “No. Fucking. Body. Do you understand me?”

“Y-y-yes.” I sputter out a cry, and right as I’m about to come, I hear the front door open, followed by Gabby’s and Polly’s drunken voices.

My eyes shoot open to the door and the position Landon and I are in.

In a flash, Landon stands and shuts the door.

Disappointment curls in my stomach, knowing he’ll end this because his friends are on the other side of the door. But it quickly fades when he picks up my wet thong.

“Open,” he orders and I do.

He shoves the fabric back into my mouth just as Polly knocks on the door, but panic seizes me because he never locked the door.

“The door. You didn’t lock it,” I warn, but my words are muffled.

He manages to hear me and glances over his shoulder and back at me. A shit-eating grin grows on his lips and he shrugs. “And?” he whispers and sinks to his knees.

I don’t know what to do, but I do know how I feel. Adrenaline courses through my body like lightning at the thought of getting caught. It’s wrong on so many levels, because the girls would be mortified if they saw the position we’re in, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Not when he forces me to arch my back more and then grabs my ass.

“Don’t be loud, Love .”

Oh, there goes that word again.

“Are you awake?” Polly giggles.

I ignore her voice, loving the way Landon drags his tongue along my slit. He laps at me painfully slow, making me feel delirious because I’m so close, every inch of my body is pulsing with anticipation.

He does it a few more times while Gabby and Polly go at it on the other side of the door. I’m not sure what they’re saying, but I can’t think straight right now. Not even when I hear the doorknob rattle. I don’t make him move. I push my ass closer to him and roll my hips.

The rattle stops, but so does Landon licking me. I want to ask him why he did that, but I get my answer when he thrusts his tongue inside of me. I jerk at the sudden intrusion, because I’ve never had anyone do that to me.

“Mmm,” I moan, closing my eyes, because I possibly gave myself away, but when he circles his finger around my clit, my mind goes blank.

He continues to drive his tongue inside me as he plays with my clit. My eyes roll back and my body thrashes against him. I come so hard, my clit spasms out of control.

I’m crying and whimpering into the fabric, smothering the noises with my duvet. I’m trying to catch my breath, but Landon doesn’t let up.

He only pulls back to say, “You’re so easy, coming on my tongue like this. Like a good slut,” before he continues to fuck my pussy with his tongue and rub circles on my clit.

I continue to come and spasm as he eats me out mercilessly.

When he’s done, I slump, exhausted and sated, and don’t realize he undid the scarf until I feel him massaging my wrists.

Opening my eyes, our gazes collide. I want to say something, but I’m not sure what. I think he’s also at a loss for words, because he doesn’t say anything, continuing to rub my wrists.

“Are they okay?”

I take the thong out of my mouth and clear my hoarse throat and sit up, but he doesn’t let go. “Yeah, they’re fine. You don’t have to do that. I’m okay.”

The reality of what we did finally sets in.

I draw my eyes to his bulging erection. “Do you want me to?—”

“No.” He lets go of my hand and adjusts himself. “I should go. The girls left again, but they’ll be back eventually.”

I hadn’t realized they left.

“Okay,” I reply, forcing myself off of the orgasmic cloud. “I have to work early in the morning anyway.”

He licks his lips and nods, his expression blank. “Okay, good night, Julianna.”

“Good night, Landon.” I try to look aloof, but I’m sure I look a mess and I’m very naked. Landon, on the other hand, has his clothes on and looks perfectly fine aside from the raging boner.

With a final glance, he walks out and I don’t move, not until I hear the front door shut.

I stand and search for my sweater, but it’s nowhere in sight.

I text him and ask him where he threw it, but I never get a reply. I keep searching, but eventually give up and settle for my pajamas.

The next few hours, I stay up, thinking about him, and unfortunately, as hard as I try, I can’t fall asleep, because every time I close my eyes, he invades my thoughts.

I should really reevaluate my life choices.