Because of Us (My Best Friends Brother)

SEVENTEEN | The Small Things.

POV | Belle

I smile, tracing my fingers across Landon's inked skin. Completely consumed by his presence, my skin kissing his as we cuddle in the water. It was our second day enjoying our home. Last night we cooked, danced and kissed the night away. Landon’s hands never left my body, almost as if he did he would miss something. I felt desired, needed, as if he craved me in every which way. I loved every second of it.

Ryan had given him the day off work today, the contract had been submitted, paperwork in and official. Meaning tonight, the dinner was to follow. Landon and I spent the morning in bed, ordering in a feast before enjoying ruining the sheets, followed by this magical spa that I refused to miss out on any longer. Bubbles burst against my back, Landons fingers tangled in my hair, holding me to him while I continued tracing the dark lines that adorned his ribs.

The Greek god Achilles took up his side, an image I had grown used to. Over the past year he had added to the work. I admired the black ink, it dancing from his side, to his shoulder, and down the length of his arm. Enough so, that when he wore a shirt the inked art would be seen beyond his wrist.

Roses, birds and clocks twined into the piece. I didn't know what every intricate detail meant, though part of me knew he just liked the art on his skin. Like I would wear my necklace, he would wear his tattoos. Them an extension of himself, expressing what he felt inside. As my fingers curved over his shoulder, he caressed my side, gliding over my hip before finding the curve of my ass. His hand gripped my backside, squeezing it in his palm as he pulled me tighter against him. The water sloshed between us as he did.

"What are you thinking about?" Landon asked, his warmth breath tickling my neck. I tilted my head giving him more access, his lips hovering over my skin as I confessed back “I’m thinking about your tattoos”

“What about them?” He questioned. Releasing my hair, he trailed a single finger along my back, the wet skin prickling under his touch. I propped my chin on my hand, pushing against his chest to look him in the eyes.

“Do you want more?” The question sparked excitement to dance in his eyes. Something I missed, his childlike side. The innocent gleam of adrenaline from something that sparks joy, and mischief. Though in the past It annoyed me, I also knew it was one of the reasons I fell for him.

“I want to get Eros” he answered with confidence, clearly he had already planned his next one out. It didn’t surprise me since he did the same after the last.

The water continued to bubble around us, I moved my hand under my chin, grazing my fingers across his chest as I asked “Who’s that?”

“His the Greek god of Love and s*x, passion, desire…” I blushed at his words as his hands tensed on my skin.

“Why do you want him?…” my voice failed me, only a mere whisper leaving my lips as I again got lost in his touch.

“Because, without warning, Eros picks his target and strikes their hearts, bringing attraction, affection, desire... Feelings that are irrepressible. His the reason one may fall in love…” Landon’s hand trailed up my back, pushing back through my hair, his thumb found it way to my cheek as he whispered “…like I fell in love with you”

I smiled, closing the space between our lips for a single kiss, the water rippling around us as we attempted to get closer, like our naked skin wasn’t enough. Our lips still touching, I sighed against him with closed eyes, the blush on my cheek only burning brighter as I thought of his words. He always found a way to say something that made my heart race.

Before Landon I wouldn’t dare cross the road unless there were painted white lines, now, I would blindly follow him anywhere, as long as his hand was in mine, I was ready for anything. So when the thought sparked in my mind, I couldn’t help but giggle against his lips. His eyes squinted with curiosity as the thought left my lips. “I want to get a tattoo”

Landon pulled back, looking down at me with furrowed brows as if asking ‘seriously?’ I smiled up at him, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and nodding. I was serious, and the childish excitement that lingered in his gaze returned, brighter than before as he pulled me over his lap. The water splashed as I squealed at the sudden move. Laughter followed before Landon’s lips found mine again, I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying his taste. Devouring him as he did me. His hands ran over my thighs, pulling me flush against him, the excitement affecting more than just his eyes as his length grew between us.

Breathless, our lips parted, foreheads resting against one another while the bubbles continued to form around us. I again bit my lip, enjoying his touch, grinding against him until he groaned and stilled my hips.

“You and your distractions, Beautiful, it’s like you want us to be late” Landon shook his head, a warning in his eyes, fighting the battle to bend me over the edge of the spa and make me scream his name. As much as I wanted to tease him, he was right. Tonight we had the celebration dinner, Ethan was meeting us here an hour before so we had to get ready.

The lazy hours of messing up sheets and floating in bubbles was over, but was never too far. Stepping from the warm water, Landon held me in his arms. I tightened my grip around his shoulders and my thighs around his waist, pulling myself snug against him. My chest pressing against his, letting him feel my n*****s hardening from the cool breeze. He groaned. "I'm going to bite them so hard later"

I clung tight to his frame as he carried me inside the house. Droplets of water rolled down our skin, trailing along the floor as we went. I couldn't help but laugh, seeing the desire and frustration dance across his features. Feeling daring, I lent down, running my tongue up his neck before biting down on the lobe of his ear. Dragging it through my teeth before I whispered "You can bite every inch of me later"

So much for not teasing I thought, Landon growled again, by now we were in our room where he threw me on the bed. His body over mine in an instant, hands pressed either side of my head, stealing another kiss. Desperate and needy, I moaned as our teeth met.

"Get dressed Princess" Landon spoke, his words vibrating against my lips as he savoured in another taste. I laughed, fanning my arms above my head watching as he regretfully stood from the bed. His eyes glazed over me with temptation. Unable to stop myself, I ran my hands down my neck and over my sides, caressing my body as he watched. Wanting him to break, to fold and take me however he saw fit. His length stood tall before me, making him curse under his breath.

His eyes darkened, reaching for his member, him stroking it in his hand as his back found the wall. I watched him, moaning at the sight of his hand pumping up and down. The head of his c**k glistened before me as I rubbed the remaining droplets along my skin. His eyes dropped from mine, focused on the movement of my hands, them carsessing lower and lower until I met my core.

Spreading my legs I smiled, enthralled by his muscles, them tensing as he continued to please himself. I could already feel myself growing wet and could only imagine the sight of my arousal dripping from my core. Dipping lower I pushed my fingers between my folds, opening myself up to him with a moan. My body tingling knowing I was giving the man I love his own personal porn show.

"f**k Belle..." He whispered, chest heaving while he f****d his hand. I continued to tease, legs spread running my hands along the wetness that dripped, moaning along with him. Pushing lower I dipped a single digit inside myself, my hand growing slick from the wetness that dripped. The sensation of Landon watching me, pleasuring himself to me, made my core clench.

"Landon..." I moaned, letting my other hand fall to my clit. Circling the bud I began to pump my finger inside me. Our moans mixed in the air as we pleasure ourselves, wasting time like we shouldn't be making it all the more exciting. We had to c*m, quick, we both knew and it only made this all more exciting. Desperate to please each other with nothing but the sight of us falling apart, the sound of us, mixing like ite his hands on me, and mine on him.

Looking down my eyes met his, his skin beadeding with sweat, musckles tensing as he continuned to f**k his hand. I whimpered, seeing him in all his glory before me. Desperate for me, for the woman he loved. I dipped my fingers inside again, circling my clit. Hips bucking and heart racing I cried "I'm so close" I didn't have to say another word, my thighs tensed, eyes locked with Landons as I begged... Touch me...

Before I could register, Landon's hands were on my sides, flipping me from my back onto my knees. My hands flew to the bed below, bracing myself as Landon pulled my hips back to him, sliding his length inside me until his hips met my ass, my high began to take over. Only a few pumps and I came, clenching around his length as he buried it inside me deeper, falling apart with me. A moment passed, nothing but our heavy breathes filling the room. I fell forward against my palms, sweat beading my forehead. Landon against my back, leaving soft kisses to my skin between staggered breaths.

"We really need to get ready now princess, but thank you for the show" His warm breath fanned my back before it disappeared. I couldn't help but bite my lip at the mention of me putting on a show. The idea only made me want to do it again, I saved the thought for later, being sure to make a mental note to investigate possible ways I could please him like that again. Turning, I giggled watching him descend into the bathroom, ass and cheek on display as he went. Damn I loved that man.

Pushing myself from the bed I ignored the mess between my legs, enjoying the feel of the residue that remained. I went opposite to Landon, towards the wardrobe. Flicking on the light, I plucked the dress from its hanger. The emerald green, corset top satin dress shimmered under the light. I smiled, excited for Landon to see me in this. I had bought it specially for him, and tonight was the perfect time to wear it. To congratulate him in more ways than one.

Slipping it over my head I couldn’t help but admire my figure. My waist was cinched by the boning of the corset, my boobs lifted perfectly just above the silky fabric that lined them. The same emerald green flowed beyond my knees, the fabric gathered at my hip, revealing a long slit that exposed my thigh. Perfect, I thought. Pulling the spaghetti straps into place over my shoulders I gasped when a still very naked Landon appeared behind me. Wrapping his arms around my sides, he ran them over my hips, pushing under the silky fabric until his fingers met with the mess between my legs.

“As much as I love the idea of my cùm dripping between your thighs all night, I think you better clean yourself up” his husky tone vibrated down my neck, following the trail of his lips on my skin. I smiled, leaning back into him while he dragged his fingers through our mixed cùm. Painting my thighs before pulling away, leaving me to clean myself up while he dressed.

Not long after I had cleaned myself up, smoothing the dress back into place and throwing my hair up into a messy yet strategically placed bun. A few strands curled loosely over the bun, while more fell, framing my lightly makeup covered face. I added a dainty gold necklace that dipped between my cleavage, along with matching gold rings and earrings. I smiled, happy with my appearance before slipping my feet into black strappy heels and making my way downstairs.

Landon stood at the bottom of the stairs, him wearing a black suit with matching black shirt, the first few buttons left undone revealing the art that inked his chest. I took a deep breath as he turned on his heel, his eyes taking in my appearance, from my heels, to my hips, to my chest, and finally my eyes. I looked down, feeling a blush creep across my skin. I could bare all to this man before, but the way he looked at me right now, made me melt where I stood.

Making my way down the last few steps, I happily accepted his offered hand. Letting him pull me into his arms, my hands crashing against his chest as his fell to my waist. "You look beautiful" I held my breath as my heart raced, feeling his eyes graze my skin. I pressed my hands firmly against his chest, running my fingers along the buttons until my skin touched his.

"And you look handsome" I smiled, looking up at him through my lashes. His hand gripped my waist tighter. These past twenty-four hours had given us the chance to re-connect, to remember why we loved one another. I'd missed Landon, but he'd missed me too. He was right, the small things really did matter.