Only With You (Knights #2)

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JULIANNA

Landon spins me one last time as the song comes to an end.

“You were right, you did baby giraffes an injustice,” he says when I’m facing him again.

I pull away, flip him off, and turn off my record player. “I got better and you know it.”

He shrugs, but I see the tiny smile on his lips.

I roll my eyes, grabbing the bags off of the coffee table. As I sift through each one, my heart grows and beats harder with each thing I see. A box of peppermint tea, a bag of mini marshmallows, everything I use to make hot chocolate, and the brand and size of tampons I use.

If I could, I’d be a melted puddle of goo on the floor for him.

I can’t imagine Landon in the female hygiene aisle perusing through them to find the right size. Wait, but how would he—it’s as if he knows what I’m thinking because he speaks up.

“I have a half-sister and two girl best friends. I know about the sizes and I remembered yours when I saw the box in your bathroom.”

Words linger at the tip of tongue, words I want to so desperately blurt out, but what if it ruins everything? I’d hate to jinx how good we’re doing because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. There are so many signs, so many things he does that feel like he sort of, kind of…likes me.

But when I made the comment that we weren’t dating and what we’re doing will end next month, he didn’t say anything. If that isn’t a sign not to go for it, I don’t know what is.

Digging through the last bag, my thoughts fade and I swallow a laugh as I pull out a jersey with Landon’s number and last name on it.

“Cute, what’s it for?” I hold the jersey by the tips of my thumb and forefinger, away from me.

The playful glint in his eyes fizzles, replaced with something darker. “Seems like you wore the wrong number today, but don’t worry, for the next game, you can wear that. Now you can get rid of the jumper.”

The self-assured expression on his face makes me giggle. “Thanks for the concern, but I’m not getting rid of anything. You see, I’m a big fan of fifty-five. He was pretty great out there. Don’t you think so?”

His mouth parts, but he closes it. He gives me one last look before he’s walking away.

“What are you doing?” I follow behind him, but he doesn’t stop or reply. He keeps walking like he’s on a mission until he’s in my room and opening my closet door.

“Where is it?” he gruffly asks, back to me.

I shouldn’t play along, but I really love pissing him off. I may also be doing this, because he’s going to semi with Sienna. Now I understand why she’s been in a great mood and less bitchy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I eye the sweater on my desk chair. I took it off when I got back home and left it there because I didn’t want to forget to give it to El. But he can’t see it because the chair is tucked into the desk.

“Julianna.” His voice deepens. “Where the fuck is the jumper?”

I hum, pretending to think about it as I take off my pajamas and slip on his jersey. “I can’t remember.” I stand in front of my full-length mirror, looking at where the hem stops right at the middle of my ass. When I lift my gaze, through the mirror, I find his eyes slowly coasting upward, stopping at my ass before they’re burning at my back. “I guess I forgot.”

Landon blows a breath through his nose and his tongue clicks. “Okay.” He steps farther into my closet, and I hear the metal hangers scrape against the bar that holds them.

My eyes go wide because my box of toys is in there. We may be comfortable around each other, but I don’t want him to see it.

“Get out of there. I have the sweater here.” I step into the closet, but it’s too late because when he turns around, he’s holding the box. “Put that back.”

“Okay.”

I watch him dubiously. “Okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll put it back, but before I do, pick one.” His dark eyes drop to the box, skimming through all my toys. “Pick wisely, though.”

My heart scampers and a faint pulse grows between my thighs. “Why? What are we going to do?”

“Pick one and find out.”

The pulse slowly spreads around my body until I feel it on my heated face.

I must’ve been looking too long at the array of vibrators, dildos, and other things, because Landon reaches into the box and inspects each one thoroughly. A moment later, he’s pulling out my newest toy, a magenta-colored strapless strap-on, and grabs the small remote that comes with it.

Daisy recommended it the night they were all here for Frimance. She said it’s one of the best ones, because of the three motors it has, and the egg and tongue part. So I obviously had to buy it and try it out. I haven’t, but I guess tonight I will.

Before he places the box back, he grabs the lubricant I’ve also got stored in there. It was a free gift I got when I bought the strap-on.

I nervously take a few steps back, not because I’m worried about whatever he’s got planned, but because I feel eager. If Landon asked me to drop to my knees, I would in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t even think about it.

Holding my hand up, I stop him from getting any closer. “You’ve lost the privilege to touch me. Especially after everything you’ve put me through this week.”

He lifts a brow, staring at me almost bored. “What did I put you through?”

I glower, taking a step back when he takes one forward. “You teased me all week.”

“You teased me first. I was only getting even.” He continues to stalk toward me, staring at me like I’m his prey and he’s got me right where he wants me.

I scoff in disbelief, the back of my knees hitting the side of my bed. “You really are a petty asshole.”

“I never said I wasn’t. I don’t understand why you’re surprised, Julianna.” He stops in front of me. The only thing separating us is my palm on his chest. “Put it down.”

I defiantly hold my ground. “You’re going to have to make me, because that’s not going to happen.”

“Okay.” He throws the stuff on my bed, and in a blink of an eye, he clasps his large palm around my throat and squeezes it. “Drop your fucking hand.”

It’s embarrassing how quickly I do, but I don’t dwell on it as Landon snakes his arms around my back, still keeping his palm on my throat, and forces my body against his and connects his lips with mine. A gasp is the only air I manage to suck in before his lips are hungrily devouring mine. I groan into his mouth when he bites my bottom lip. He doesn’t soothe the sting before he does it again and aggressively sucks my lip into his mouth.

I whimper, fisting his shirt, but not because I want him to stop. It hurts. Fuck, does it hurt, but it also feels really good. I must be a masochist, because I want him to do it again—no, I need him to do it again. And he knows it, because I feel his smug as fuck smirk against my lips, and throaty chuckles rumble from his chest.

Prying away from him, I grimace. “I hate you.”

He breathes a satisfied sigh. “Yeah, you will tomorrow.” His dark steel-gray eyes sweep down my body, soaking in the sight of me in his jersey. “This is what you should have been wearing tonight.”

“I might consider wearing it next time.”

“There’s no might and nothing to consider . You will wear it. Got it?” His jaw clenches and the grip on my throat tightens, making it hard to swallow.

I really am a masochist, because the pulse between my thighs enhances, and my panties grow wet at the sharp demand in his voice.

“No.” I shake my head, holding back my smile at the frustration on his face. “What if I want to show my support to someone else on the team? Maybe someone like…Quinton?”

I only know who he is because he’s asked me out a few times, and continuously DMs me even though I never reply. I once spoke to him and regretted it after he opened his mouth.

He made a stupid blond joke and proceeded to neg me, while staring at my boobs for the entirety of our conversation which lasted about five minutes.

“Fuck that,” he rasps, spins me, and pins my back flush against his hard chest with his hand still on my throat. I feel his anger; it radiates from his body in hot waves and blisters my already heated skin. His warm breath tickles the shell of ear and then his beard scratches it. “I swear to God, you’ll hate me.”

“Right,” I drawl and that’s all it takes, because it all happens too fast. He pins my chest to the bed and grabs my hips, hauling me back, and slips a pillow underneath my stomach. “Wow, how intense,” I mock, goading him because how bad could it get?

He leans forward, hovering over me, and grabs my hair, moving it to the side. “Fuck tomorrow, you’ll really hate me tonight.”

I shudder as he pulls away, taking all his body heat with him, and the promise of his words saturating the oxygen around us. The air feels so thick, it smolders my lungs, making it hard to breathe.

I get the first intake of air when he pulls the jersey over my ass and rips my panties off. And to prove how much he’s going to piss me off, he tosses the shredded material next to my face on the bed.

My head furiously snaps back and I glare at him. “Absolutely not! You know clothes are a hard limit.”

With little to no disregard, he lazily lifts a shoulder and blankly looks at me. “I don’t care.” And with his eyes locked on mine, he lifts his palm and slaps my ass cheek hard. I yelp and jolt at the sudden pain, almost standing, but he holds me down with his other palm. “Stay still, or don’t. It’s not going to get any better.”

Then he’s slapping the other cheek. I yelp louder than before, the sharp blistering sting shooting down to my toes.

Swallowing hard, I puff out a labored breath. “That didn’t hurt.”

Oh, it did, but I want him to do it again. That’s why I lift my ass up, almost standing on the tips of my toes.

“That wasn’t the point.” Something sadistic tinges his voice. He uses his foot to spread my legs all while he’s making sure my back stays arched for him.

I warily stare at him and blink a few times as he spits on my pussy and he does it again as if the first time wasn’t enough. Though it should’ve been, because I know I’m extremely wet.

“Now, this might.” He swings his palm back and slaps my pussy like he did last time.

He wasn’t lying. It hurts so much I have to smother my whimpered cry into the mattress while I fist the sheets. He does it again, harder this time, and again, I suppress the noise because it’s not just a whimper this time. It’s a guttural cry because it hurts, but the pain slowly starts to fade and become pleasurable.

My core constricts, my toes curl, and my clit throbs in anticipation for him to do it again despite how my pussy protests that it’s had enough.

He continues his assault, alternating between each ass cheek and my pussy all while deliberately missing my clit.

“Please,” I beg, my breaths harsh, knuckles white, and body painfully aching to come. “Please, Landon.”

I severely and utterly fucked up. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking when I decided to provoke him. I really hate who I was a few minutes ago because we’re not the same person.

I should’ve known he’d intentionally withhold my orgasms. I should’ve known this was his plan all along, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned from Landon, it’s that he’s a petty bastard.

“I was kidding.” I try to close my legs again, but his foot next to mine stops me from doing so. “I don’t really know Quinton. He messages me all the time, but I swear I don’t reply. I?—”

“He what?” His voice deepens, striking something in the air.

“It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have teased you like that. Can you please let me come?”

“No, what did you say?” he asks and reaches for the strapless strap-on and the lubricant.

I bite my bottom lip, but I release it when he slaps my pussy again. I moan, closing my eyes, and shamelessly grind against the bed in hopes that it’ll do something, but it doesn’t because of the pillow propped underneath me.

“He messages me on Instagram, but I swear I never reply.”

I hear the muffled buzz before I feel the tip of the soft silicone being dragged down my slit. I groan, my eyes fluttering and unabashedly, I roll my hips in hopes that it’ll graze my throbbing clit. I even make it pulse faster, hoping that’ll be enough for me to come, but I don’t.

I swear I could scream, and I almost do when he sets it down on the bed again.

“Anyone else?” Those two throaty words feel like ice against my skin, but that’s not the only thing that feels cool. He slathers the lube on my asshole.

My eyes widen as I understand what we’re about to do, and I’m petrified as I am excited.

Peeking over my shoulder, I watch him unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. I stare, stupefied, as he tugs his jeans and boxer briefs down, his hard dick springing out.

“Julianna, anyone else?” he irritably asks, pulling my attention up to his face that’s marred in annoyance.

“Just a…few other guys,” I admit, but I omit the part that even if I wanted to talk to them, I can’t, because I can’t stop comparing any of them to him. No one seems to measure up.

“Hmmm.” He discards the rest of his clothes, and he stands behind me completely naked.

“Shouldn’t I take it off?” I glance at the jersey.

Leaning forward until he’s hovering over me again, his dick pokes and his pre-cum coats my back. I shudder and hold my breath when I see him reach for the strap-on and bring it between my thighs.

“No, you’re not going to take it off,” he rasps in disbelief and without warning, he thrusts it hard inside me.

I get choked up on a breath and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I’m so full, the strap-on stretching me in a torturous yet delicious way. I struggle to grasp onto reality and the sheets. The vibrations from the crown, oh my God, this is unreal. Shit!

“That’s my fucking last name on your back. That means you’re mine, and I’ll be damned if anyone thinks they have a chance with you. Because it’ll never happen, right?”

His long fingers savagely dig into my hips, angrily and possessively like it’s my fault they reach out to me, but also like he’s making a statement.

I weakly nod and a murmured, “right” tumbles out in a quivering breath. My legs shake at the overwhelming feeling the vibrations bring. I feel it tease my G-spot and I clench around it.

“Good,” he thickly rasps and a gruff, content hum leaves him.

I moan, desperately seeking for my release, but that thought comes to a halt as he lets go of me and places the small remote in my hand.

“You’ll be in control of this and you decide how much you can handle,” he says and I know he’s not only referring to the strap-on, but also him fucking my ass.

My mouth becomes impossibly dry, thinking about what we’re going to do. I’ve never done this, never had two things inside of me at once. It’s jarring to think he’ll have his cock in my asshole while I have the silicone toy lodged inside of my pussy.

As daunting as it is to imagine it, I can’t help but feel wanton and immensely turned on at the thought. I’m so aroused that my nipples are painfully erect. Just them grazing the material of the jersey is sending shocks of pleasure to my lower body.

“If it becomes too much, I need you to tell me and I will stop. Okay?”

“Okay.” I curl my fingers around the small remote, still leaving it at the lowest vibrating level.

“Knees on the bed,” he orders.

I feel like I’m tipsy, because when I lift my knees to the bed, my legs wobble like they’re almost going to give out on me and everything spins. My head’s in a deep fog, fire licking every inch of me, and I’m certain the synapses in my body are shot from the blistering pressure. I’m even sweating. Beads of sweat cling to my forehead, between the valley of my breasts, and my back.

“Ohhhhh,” I moan, tensing at the way the silicone penis somewhat moves inside of me. Once I’m in the position he wants, chest pressed against the mattress, my knees on the bed and ass in the air, he shifts the pillow vertically and forces me down on it. That thrusts the toy deeper inside of me, hitting my G-spot.

My eyes shoot wide open before everything blurs and goes white. My jaw falls slack and the simmering shock of electricity strikes my body. Everything combusts inside of me.

I come so hard, I cry out a loud blubbering moan that follows with a few muddled words. I don’t know what’s coming out of my mouth, but I can’t stop it because the orgasm is so intense, it nearly knocks the air out of me.

“I wish you could see yourself,” Landon says after a moment as I try to compose myself, but somehow, the orgasm comes back in faint aftershocks. “You look so hot coming undone like that. You’re going to do it again on my cock, aren’t you?”

The best I can manage is a feeble nod, because I can’t stop feeling it, not when the crown of the toy is still vibrating inside of me, still grazing my G-spot.

It’s hard to keep still, but I manage when I feel two fingers on my asshole. He’s gentle, brushing the tips of his fingers around it like he’s massaging it.

As I look over my shoulder, I swear I could come again at the sight of him. His cock glistens with what I assume is the lube and he lazily strokes it. His brows are set along with his jaw, eyes keen on my ass and what he does to me.

Like he can feel my eyes on him, he looks up at me, our gazes colliding, and a shit-eating grin curls on his face.

“Breathe for me, yeah?”

I exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I blink, doing my best to remind myself to breathe, but when he inserts a finger inside of me, I tense and squeeze my eyes shut.

Oh God, it’s too much and it’s only one finger.

“Breathe, Love, breathe,” he encourages and grabs my hip. His finger stills, pushing inside of me. “Focus on how good your cunt feels right now. Remember to use the remote if you need to.”

The reminder of that has the slight discomfort fading away.

“You’re doing so well, taking my finger like that, and I know you’ll take my cock just as well, won’t you?” his vehemently praises.

“Yes,” I croak, tilting my head from side to side as the sparks of pleasure set off inside of me.

When he draws his finger out of me, I shiver, but I tense again when he replaces it with the large, imposing tip of his dick.

“Relax, Love. I promise you’ll love it.” He squeezes my hip tenderly.

Again, I relax and turn on the second motor of the strap-on to activate the egg. It twirls against my clit slowly and teasingly, alleviating all of the tension in my body. I’m so focused on it, I brazenly roll my hips against the pillow to add more pressure, but Landon forces me to stop as he pushes the tip in deeper.

My asshole clenches at the intrusion and it forces him out, but he doesn’t relent. Steadily, he pushes himself in, and when his crown is finally inside of me, I still completely.

He’s so huge, I struggle to gasp for a breath of air. It’s overwhelming as it feels intense, even the toy inside of me can’t help mask pain.

“Holy shit,” I groan into the mattress, my saliva soaking the duvet.

“Jesus fuck,” he says through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into my hip. “You feel so goddamn good. So fucking…tight…”

The sound of his voice grounds me, and before I know it, I’m relaxing again as he’s pulling out. I blink at the emptiness, and when he drags his tip around my anus, he inserts himself. The pressure returns, and again I feel the need to push him out, but it doesn’t feel as painful as before.

“Look at you taking my cock.” He thrusts a little deeper then pulls out again. I whimper at his words, the emptiness I feel, and how desperately I want him inside of me. But I don’t miss it long before he’s inserting himself inside of me again. I tremble, mewling at how much deeper he goes. “You’re so easy, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you however I want. Just look at you letting me use your cunt and arsehole.”

I clench around him and the silicone. I’m incredibly turned on, burning up at his words and how right he is. Because I’ll easily let him defile my body however he likes and he knows it, too.

My shaky fingers move to the button and I push it, bringing the entire penis to life. Instead of it vibrating at the tip, it jerks inside of me, moving up and down.

“Yes, I’m easy for you.” I sputter out a cry, my body shaking at how it moves inside of me, and how he thrusts himself deeper and then completely removes himself again.

He huskily moans and I’m sure he curses under his breath, but my heart is fervently pumping, loud in my ears. I’m trying to focus on everything that’s happening, but I’m physically trembling from the pressure and the euphoric pleasure overriding my body. It’s too much. I can’t think.

“Lan-Landon, I-I’m going to…ahhhh!” I dig my face into the mattress as a scream wrenches from the back of my throat. I come again, and this time it feels different from the last. I genuinely feel my soul detach itself from my body and oxygen becomes nonexistent.

I think I’m also crying, but I’m too far gone to know if I am, and when I feel him enter me again, I lose all sense of reality. My asshole doesn’t fight against him. It easily allows him in until he’s completely penetrated me. And I hear the faint smack of his balls against my skin.

My knuckles pop and a deep groan, loud and gruff, rumbles from the back of his throat.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hisses, fingers aggressively sinking into my skin, the other taking a fistful of my hair. “I swear, you drive me insane.” He pulls my hair back, lifting my face and chest off of the mattress, and makes me look at him. “I need you to watch me fuck you. I need you to see how no one will ever make you feel as good as I do. No-fucking-body, Julianna.”

I want to say something, but I’m so full, I don’t think I can manage to generate a single word. I feel too much—the weird angle my neck is in just so I can look at him, the shocks of pain on my scalp from how hard he’s tugging on my hair, my asshole throbbing around him, my pussy pulsing around the penis, and my clit spasming as the egg twirls around it.

“More, please give me more.” I flick my eyes to the remote and his gaze follows. I turn all three motor functions on and push my ass to him.

I gasp, my eyes rolling back at how overly stimulated I am, but it turns tenfold as he thrusts in and out of me. Slowly, he starts and then his pace quickens. He fucks me relentlessly. His skin slaps mine, and a sheen of sweat covers his face and torso, and mussed hair falls over his forehead.

It’s brutal and animalistic how he goes in and out of me. I try to cling to the bed, gripping the duvet, but my fingers are weak from the way my hands shake.

He’s groaning and moaning, eyes on my ass as it bounces and mine to where we’re connected. Or at least I’m trying, because I’m also doing my best to muffle my screams because I live in an apartment complex, and these walls aren’t the thickest. But it seems like Landon isn’t having it and knows what I’m doing. He pulls me up until I’m almost in a sitting position and wraps his hand around my throat.

I pant as the strap-on moves inside of me, hitting a different angle and stretching me in a way I’ve never been before. Oh my God, I’m so full, holy shit, holy shit, fuck!

“Ashamed that everyone will know how you like to get fucked? Both holes filled like a filthy little whore. Just look at you, easily taking my cock, just feel how deep it’s inside of you,” he roughly says close to my ear, hand squeezing my throat. “Let them know how easy and desperate you are for me. Let them hear you.”

The deep demand in his voice doesn’t allow me to hold back and I do what he says. I cry out, moaning his name for more, and then I feel it, the pressure in my stomach. The urge to let myself release, but I know what’s going to happen if I do, and the thought of it embarrasses me.

I do my best to focus on him, how he takes my ass, the slap of his balls against me, how he squeezes my throat, his hot breath fanning my back, but that only heightens the need to let go.

I don’t know how he does it, how he knows that I’m holding back, because he removes the silicone penis, tosses it somewhere, and pinches and rolls my clit between his fingers hard.

“Don’t fucking hold back. Come,” he firmly orders and like a snap of a finger, I do.

My entire body becomes numb, and it spasms, pulses, and burns, and a harsh cry leaves me as I come. I don’t only come, but I squirt. It streams fast out of me. I don’t have time to feel embarrassed because my mind is in oblivion.

My asshole is twitching around him, sucking and gripping him deeper in me as the high continues to take over my body.

Landon harshly breathes, his thrusts becoming sloppier and the hold of my hair tightening. Then, a throaty, hoarse moan escapes him and he slows. I feel him swell before he releases inside of me, but he doesn’t stop rocking his hips against me until he’s done.

Heavy pants, breaths, and lingering moans echo in the room, and when he lets go of my hair, I slump forward, feeling spent and weak. I shudder at the loss of the fullness I felt around him as he slowly pulls out.

I feel so much and so little at the same time, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.

Landon collapses on the bed next to me and I turn my head to look at him, my eyes heavy. I’d be embarrassed about the mess I just made, but I also know he doesn’t care and how much he likes it. I also feel his cum leaking out of me, dripping down the inside of my thigh.

“My body is officially shut down for business. Don’t ever think about touching me again.”

“Love, we’re only getting started.”