Chapter 55: My number

Elara.

“You did all of this for me.”

“Saying I’m sorry won’t have cut for it, I needed to show you.”

My eyes softened at his words.

I reached for the little gift box on the bed, and I smiled, my fingers quivered with excitement when I opened it, it was a framed picture of both of us, one that we took when we were at Vermont.

“I took this picture with my phone.”

“I got it minutes after, you didn’t realize it Elara, and I am glad that I did.” He said, he pointed toward his shelf, there were pictures on his shelf, of him and his parent, him as a little boy and there was one, the same one I held.

“What if.”

“He never walks into  my room, not even if it’s an emergency, he would rather have me called to the living room or his office.”

“Mason.” I asked.

“He is fine with everything.” He said and I smiled, the last thing I wanted was for him to have fight with his brother and I didn’t think he will even understand what we were doing? Landon and I like each other, more than I could ever imagine.

“Cake.” He asked, and I nodded.

My eyes were on his when I brushed my finger on to the cake and I placed my hand toward his lips, as I expected, Landon didn’t take his eyes off mine, he slips his tongue against my finger, brushing off the cream when he leaned in.

His mouth was hot, I shut my thighs against each other when his mouth captured half of my finger, his tongue running its course around it and I felt a Eva of goosebumps appear on my skin.

“Look at me.” Landon mumbled and I did.

“Is Mason home?” I asked and he shakes his head.

That’s what I needed to hear.

We had the whole house to ourselves, I pulled away, teasing him with my eyes when I made my way toward his shelf.

“You look adorable Landon, you have the same face, the same eyes, just your cheek were a little thicker back then.” I smiled.

I turned to look at him, he was obviously thinking about what we just did, and so was, I wanted him to work for it, a part of me wanted Landon to beg me.

Would the quarterback beg me for sex? Will he beg me to let him take me.

“Come here Elara.”

“I think I am perfectly fine here, look at this picture.” I smiled again. “Can you make the room a little colder.” I asked and he nodded.

In a second, I felt a little bit of heat disappear from my body, despite that, the heat that pooled between my legs worsen, I took off my jacket and my eyes turned to Landon, his eyes were on my nipples.

Harden and cold.

“Come here Elara.”

“No.”

“I didn’t come here to have sex with you Hayes, I came here so we will talk about our difference and we are not going to be one of those couples that have sex at every chance we get.”

“What’s wrong with being that.” he asked and I smiled.

I should have stayed where I was, but I didn’t, instead I made a mistake and I made my way toward him, just enough for him to pull me to his lap and I disobeyed my mind, even without him asking, my legs were spread on his lap.

“Look at you.” He smiled. “I want to do something, can I?” He asked.

That’s  begging right? It’s enough for me.

His finger grazed against my thighs, he swept his finger against the cake again when he smudged it on my cheek.

“Landon.”

“I have not even started yet you are screaming Elara.”

My face heated up, embarrassment washed over me, what happened to my plan of not letting him have his way, it was all stupid because here I am, listening to Landon and doing what he wanted.

I felt his hot tongue against my cheek, he bit, he rolled his tongue around my cheek. As if that wasn’t enough, he has a tighter grip on my thigh.

“What..” I was about saying when a moan slips out of my lips.

Smack.

“Landon.” I yelled.

My thighs heated up from the slap, I stared down at the redden part of my thigh.

“I want you to wear my jersey, I want to see my number on you Elara.”

“And if I say no.”

“You won’t.” He stated

Fuck.

I hated that he is right about this.

Landon sets the cake on the side when he handed me over his jersey, it was tucked between the duvet, he has everything planned out, I stared at it, with a smile on my face.

“Go on.”

“I’m not changing  in front of you.”

“I have seen it all.” He said and I rolled my eyes at him.

I made my way into his closet, I could hear his chuckle from behind, making my cheek to heat up.

I didn’t wear panties today,  I was those close to not wearing a bra but I didn’t want to be the center of attention at school, I made my way toward the mirror, staring at my reflection.

His jersey was large on me, almost swallowing me, I let my hair down and I stepped out.

Landon’s eyes were on my body, he stared at me like I was a masterpiece, a painting that he could never get enough of, he stared at me like he wanted to rip it off my body and gag me with it.

What is wrong with me? I never had thoughts  like this, my parents wasted their time warning me about art when they should have warned me about boys like Landon.

He will be my ruin.

“Fuck me.” He mumbled against his breath, I smiled.

“That’s your job.” I breathed out and he smirked.