Ignite Me (A Burning Desire Novel) (15 page)

“So, how does this Harvey character make you feel?” He
moved his hand along my thighs, curled his long fingers around my panties and
ripped them into bits of lace.

“Are you wet?”

I reflexively closed my legs, but was unable to, as he
positioned himself between my thighs.

He sank one long finger inside me, and I clenched
instantly.

“So it is true.” He pulled his finger and pushed it into
his mouth to lick it clean.

“Landon.” I circled my hips, moving relentlessly as he
drove two fingers inside me again.

“You broke the rule, Clea.” He thrust his fingers, pushing
against my wall.

I argued, “This is bullshit Landon.”

He stared at me; his eyes sparkled dangerously, “So you’re
not hot for this lawyer?”

I moved my head shakily, “I’m hot and wet for one lawyer
and one lawyer only.”

His smirked, twisting his mouth, “And who might that be?”

I moaned as he grew relentless with his dexterous fingers
moving me closer to the edge, “You, Landon Davis.”

“But I’m no Harvey Spencer.”

“Specter.” I retorted.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Specter.” He pulled from me and levered
himself on his elbow.

“Landon.” I protested, and turned to cup his face.

I was sprawled naked on the bed, and ready for him. He was
torturing me.

“I want you, you’re all I want, the only man I fantasize
and dream about. Don’t listen to Jenna, she was screwing with you.” I argued
honestly.

“I’m not convinced. You’ve been chanting about how hot and
smart he is for an hour.”

He was jealous, of a fictional character, and the worst
thing about it was that I was flattered and happy.

“How can I convince you?” I straddled him and spoke inches
from his mouth.

“I don’t know, but give it your best shot.”

I stared at him for a long time before I realized that that
he was at my mercy. I had my hands covering his on both sides of his head, and
I was straddling him, naked. My clit throbbed against the silk of boxers. He
was hung, and ready for me.

Overall, I knew it was an illusion and that he could move
me in the swiftest move, but he wasn’t, so there must have been a reason for
it.

“You’re giving me carte blanche?” I spoke against his
throat, feeling his heart beats racing against my lips.

“Suit yourself.” He smirked.

I glanced at him, “Very subtle Mr. Davis.”

“I try.” He shot back as I moved from atop of him and
paced outside of the room.

“Stay here, don’t move.” I ordered from behind the
bathroom door.

Staring at my reflection, I braced myself and reached for
my silk robe. When Landon had surprised me in the morning, I had decided on a
quick stop at a luxurious lingerie shop in the city, followed by a long phone
call with Mia, who kept blabbing about her new boyfriend Teo. After witnessing
her adventures, and hearing about them, I did not think that the girl could
shock me anymore, but I was wrong. She had given me advices that made my mind
twirl endlessly. I had chosen to ignore most of them, but decided on some
exceptions.

Frankly, no matter how much I tried, I felt inexperienced
and maladroit when it came to all things sexual. Landon had the upper hand, and
I was always at his mercy. I adored the feeling, the way his eyes sparkled full
of promise and endless pleasure, and I would not change it for all the pennies
in the world, but I felt the need to seduce him, tease him, and provoke the
animal that lie beneath the lover, surprise him, and maybe impress him.

I couldn’t believe he was jealous from something as
juvenile as a television character, a part of me was provoking him and enjoying
his frustrated grimace, but it went too far.

He made me hot and bothered; truth is his presence alone,
had a unique effect on my hormones, he was a pool of endorphins by himself
Whenever I was next to him, I’d get all flustered and hot.

My gaze remained on the silky stockings and garter belt;
it was hard for me to believe that I didn’t appreciate such beautiful materials
before. Ever since I’ve met Landon, I transformed into a premium lingerie
shopper, not to mention all the things he got me. However, the ones I was
wearing were different. I found the shop online, they had unique seven hundred
dollars ensembles, in the most luxurious materials from which you could pick
one, and they’d brand it for you with a personalized tag.

I thought it would please him, and invested in two of
them.

I scrolled down my playlist, picked out a song that spoke
to my senses, and which made me think of him in the most erotic setting, and
hit pause.

Taking a breath of bravery, I turned the knob and walked
inside. Landon was sitting on the edge of the mattress, dressed in his silky
briefs and his sinful gaze.

“Hi baby.” I took slow, lazy steps towards him.

I stood in front of him, his eyes traveled all over me,
from head to toe. He was mesmerizing, his captivating abs clenched as he
propped his weight on his arms. I was still wearing the robe, but his eyes were
inquisitive, denudating, and full of expectation. I grabbed his hand to remove
the remote control and slowly turned back, giving him enough time to grope a
feel.

Plugging my phone into the sound system, I hit play as
‘Paradise Circus’ by ‘Massive attack’
filled
the room with a soft beat.

Skimming leisurely along the hem of my robe, I sashayed to
him, moving to the melody, teasing him with the promise of what lay under my
cover.

Watching his hooded gaze, fixated on me, I rode my tongue
along my bottom lip and bit down. Mirroring my own gestures, Landon watched me
intently, his eyes moving up and down, following the slightest move of my hips
as they secretly called for the touch of his hand, and every slow step that
brought me closer to him. He traced a burning path of desire, making my insides
quiver.

“First rule,” I slightly parted my feet, and drew circles
with my hips “No touching.” I pulled at the silk knot exposing my corset and
matching lace panties then tugged the silky material of my robe to cover myself
again.

Landon groaned, his hands reaching for me to get closer, I
gave him a light slap to brush him off, “Na-ah. If you touch me, you lose.”

He swallowed and his lips opened slightly to accommodate
his breathing, I could see his erection pound, making his slacks tight.

I bent down to the rhythm and went up, undulating
continually, and unhurriedly moving back up. I shrugged out of my robe,
highlighting my lace, blue corset, tied in satin. I shadowed every reaction. He
shuffled on the bed as his back straightened and his breath hitched.

“Fuck me.” He muttered under his breath.

Spinning in a lazy pirouette, I bent down again, relieving
my ponytail and moving my ass closer to him.

“I plan to.”

 
Flexing my
knees, I drew an eight with my hips and started to untie my corset.

“Second rule,” I rounded back and bent forward, giving him
another view of my behind. I loved the way panties wrapped them.

I looked back at him coquettishly and moved my hand from
my feet, up to my ass, “No clothing whatsoever.” I wriggled around and threw
the corset on his lap, “So I’ll need you to take off your boxers.”

I watched him as he pushed to his feet with a little smirk
decked out on his beautiful face. He pushed his boxers down, freeing a glorious
erection; he threw them all the way across the room and sat back.

Unashamed, he had his feet crossed over as he maintained
his weight with each palm to his sides.

“Good.” I sputtered nonchalantly, and moved to my panties.
Curling my fingers around the lace, I stripped out of them.

“Finally,” I closed the distance between us and placed the
panties on his lap, letting my nails skim tardily inside his thigh.

He stiffened as I placed my hands on his knees and lowered
my bottom to brush against his crotch

“Absolutely, no, kissing.” I spoke slowly as I sank onto
his lap and steadied myself by gripping his shoulders.

“All the rules apply to you, and only to you, if you
violate any one of them, you lose.”

I slid leisurely, letting him feel my slickness against his
skin.

Landon groaned again, “What is my penalty if I lose?”

“Well,” I pressed my apex to his hardness as it slipped between
my folds, “I won’t move in with you.”

Glowering at me, he tensed, “That is hardly a fair play
Clea, that's bad faith.” He shook his head, “I’m not doing this.” He announced
decisively.

‘Listen to me.” I argued, “You want proof that you’re the
only man I’m hot for, that you’re the only man I love?”

“Yes, but not like this. I’m not a gambling on our future,
and you are moving in with me, end of.”

Our future…
I
swallowed the ball in my throat, and gripped his nape.

“I want you to show me,” I cupped his jaw with my free
hand, “show me how much you want me to move in with you, as I’m willing, now,
in this exact moment, to show you that all of me, my heart, my body, my poor
soul, and my pleasure belong to you, and only you.”

“No way Clea, I’m barely holding myself together right now,
I can feel the throbbing of your pussy calling for me, and I’m still playing
along.”

I pouted, “Okay how about this, if you lose, I move in
with you a week from now.”

“You’re not hearing me Clea, forget it, not happening,
absolutely fucking no.” He growled and moved me from atop of him.

I searched my head for another bargaining chip, I knew
that the move was the only thing I could use against him, and I certainly
wasn’t going to spend another week without our lovemaking.

“Okay, how about…?” I scrambled through my head for an
idea, “If you lose you buy me a Ferrari.”

He eyed me curiously, “You want a Ferrari.”

Hell no, I hated those things, and I didn’t even own a
driver’s license.

Seeing that he might be caving, I lied “Yes.”

“Okay, then I’ll play.”

I jumped up in excitement as the music player switched to ‘Lana
Del Rey’ ‘Gods & Monsters’.

“It’s settled then, if I touch you I buy you a Ferrari,
and if I win?”

I smiled at him, caressing his torso as I straddled him
again, “If you win, Mr. Davis. I’ll be at your complete mercy to do with me as
you see fit, anything, anytime, anywhere for the next week. You won’t hear me
complain or defy any of your demands.”

My mind drifted to the spanking session two months ago,
and hoped he wouldn’t suggest it.

I saw my cocky and arrogant lover peering at me from
beneath the tender one with a victorious smile dressing his features, making
his eyes gleam dangerously, “You should have started with that.” He smirked as
he steadied me with a strong motion of his legs making me cry out, “Game on
baby.”

I gripped his bottom lip between my teeth and let it
slide.

I was going all in, and ready to win.

I circled my hips, feeling the blood throbbing across his
length and against my clit. I kept moving relentlessly, caressing every inch of
his body, burying my nails in his back. His pulse leaped under the touch of my
lips.

Sliding my hand between us, I grabbed him and wrapped my
palm around him, moving up and down, stroking him forcefully, feeling the blood
rush through thick veins, I bent my back and trembled with envy, I pushed my
tits at his eye level.

I stalked every movement like a hawk waiting for his prey;
I searched for signs, studying him intently to distinguish what affected him
most.

Landon stiffened when I exerted a certain amount of
pressure on his penis. He jolted slightly whenever I licked his earlobe. He
hissed silently and stifled a groan whenever I pressed my dampness against him.

I realized that I had a unique opportunity to discover
what made him tick. I dug my nails lightly, moving along his shoulders, down
his arms, and tracing his abs.

He swept his tongue along his bottom lip. I was
hypnotized, hungry, rushing down to retrace the path he made over his firm lips.
 

Shutting his eyes, “Fuck me.,” he breathed out as his
white-knuckled fists crooked the mattress, “You’re getting good at this.” He
groaned, gruffly.

Licking his earlobe, I smirked against him, “I learned
from the best.” I whispered, and bit his neck. He hissed, his whole body
trembling.

Moving onto the side of the bed, I ordered him to lie down
on his back. I steadied myself on my hands and knees, and took him in my mouth,
pushing him until I felt him in the back of my throat. I let my tongue twirl
until I reached the tip, and lowered my head again. I sucked him relentlessly,
taking him as he showed me. I curled my lips around my teeth again and moved up
and down.

“Fuck Clea, Fuck.”

I still couldn’t take all of him, but I learned how to
adjust to his length. When I felt his pulse quicken, I moved my hand and
wrapped my fingers around the rest of him, stroked him and sucked him. A growl
rumbled, echoing through his veins. I stopped abruptly.

Landon cursed loudly, watching me as I removed myself from
the bed and to the sofa facing it.

He fixed me, trying his best to control his breath. However,
I knew better.

It was my revenge, for all those time he’d brought me close
and left me on the ledge, aching for relieve, for the touch of his hand, and
the feel of him filling me.

I sagged into the sofa, flexing one foot up, while leaving
the other on the floor. When his breathing calmed, Landon levered his head on
his elbow, goggling with wonder and anticipation.

I swallowed and ran my tongue over my upper lip, “Tell me
Mr. Davis.” I had no idea how I managed to sound composed, I was on the verge
of explosion, and my only solace was to pleasure myself to take some of the
tension that burnt inside me.