Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek, #3) (65)

“Well, duh. You’ve been blue-ballin’ me for almost a month.”

“You don’t have balls, so that’s scientifically inaccurate.”

“Okay, smart-ass. Blue…whatever the equivalent is for a woman.”

He chuckles, my frustration clearly amusing him. “I think the term is blue bean.”

“Is it? Okay, well, then my bean is blue. Very, very blue.”

“Then you should do something about that…take off your panties, and I’ll talk you through it.”

I slowly blink, shocked at how quickly and easily he suggested that, and also hating how red my face is when I’m the one who started this. My previous sexual experiences were mediocre and not very memorable.

But if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions kicking me in the blue bean.

“Ellie…”

His deep drawl snaps me out of my trance.

“Remove your panties for me and get under the covers.”

Swallowing hard, I focus on his voice and the motion of his arm that’s moving below the screen.

He’s already stroking his cock.

Standing, I lower my shorts and panties before sliding back into bed. I’m an expert at pleasing myself considering my embarrassing dating life, but I have no doubt that Landen Hollis talking me through it will beat every other time I’ve done it on my own.

“Now tell me how wet you are…”

Spreading my thighs, I ease my hand between my legs and find I’m already aroused.

“I’m soaked,” I admit.

“Good, because I’m rock hard and need you to come before I do. Can you do that for me?”

Nodding, I moan at how sensitive my clit is already. I rub the pad of my fingers over it and breathe through the build-up.

“Fuck, you look so hot doing that. I bet you’re throbbin’ right now.”

“I am,” I agree. “It feels so good.”

He inhales sharply as if he’s trying to hold himself off, and I like the thought of him struggling for control.

“Imagine my hands and mouth on you, baby. Licking, sucking, devouring that sweet little pussy.”

“Oh my God, yes…” My head falls back, and I nearly drop the phone in my hand.

“Don’t lose momentum, Little Devil. I wanna hear you get yourself off.”

“I’m trying…it’s right there.”

At the sound of his nickname for me, I moan as the pleasure increases.

“I wanna watch you come, darlin’. Turn the camera around.”

Quickly pulling off the covers, I tilt the phone so he can see. Vulnerability crashes through me at how exposed I am, but his throaty groans at seeing how wet I am for him help ease some of the embarrassment.

“Spread wider, baby. Show me all of you.”

I do as he says and continue rubbing myself, the build-up getting more intense and stronger.

“Look at that pretty little cunt. All mine, baby. I’m gonna devour you.”

“God, yes. I’m so close.” I’m breathing so hard, I sound like a panting dog, but I don’t care. I’ve never experienced this kind of pleasure before with someone guiding me through it, but I love it.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Give that needy clit what it needs.”

“It needs you,” I beg, teetering on the edge.

“I’m right here.” He releases short, labored breaths and I can tell he’s barely hanging on. “Imagine my fingers deep inside you as I suck your clit.”

That picture was already in my mind, but hearing him say it aloud has me falling apart.

“Yes, Landen…”

My body stiffens and shakes as I moan through the orgasm, unraveling at how intense the pleasure rolls through me. I’ve never been able to make myself come this fast before, but hearing Landen encourage me and whisper filthy sweet nothings was enough to get me there within minutes.

“Oh my God, that was—”

“Fuck, Ellie…”

When I watch his face tense, I know he’s shattering through his own release, and I love seeing him come undone.

“Holy shit. I couldn’t stop once I heard you,” he admits, attempting to catch his breath.

Flipping the camera around, I blush when he grins at me. “I could watch you do that for hours. That was fuckin’ hot.”

“I didn’t get to watch you, though…” I pout. “The camera wasn’t pointin’ down.”

“I know, I’m sorry. When you moaned my name, that’s all it took. I was a goner.”

Giggling, my cheeks redden, and I mentally slap myself for being so damn infatuated with him. But I can’t help it.

“I loved watchin’ you come for me. Fuck, I think I’m addicted now.”

“Adding nightly shower calls to our schedule now.”

With a grin, he nods. “Deal.”

Landen continues rinsing off his body and lets me stay on the call to stare at him. I admire his broad back, hoping I get to wrap my legs around his shoulders one day. I’ve only experienced that once and it felt more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but I have a feeling Landen wouldn’t stop until he had me screaming.

After I’ve cleaned up myself, I dress into lounge clothes and crawl back into bed. He’s long dried off and changed into boxers and a T-shirt, which he let me help pick out.