“Right now?!”
“Yes, right now. No more secrets.”
Uh, that doesn’t sound good at all. In fact, I think my dick is wilting.
He continues. “I had a plan too. One to break your heart.”
“You… what?” I ask, and it’s a breathless and disbelieving sound as I stare at the top of his head.
His cheek is pressed into my chest, and I think I might feel him drooling.
“After you came to California the first time, I decided I’d seduce you and then,fuck!God, I found it. I found my prostate.”
“Focus, Landon,” I demand.
“Right,” he breathes out, rocking back onto his own hand. “I planned to seduce you and then leave. That was how I’d get you back for being so mean to me.”
Oh.Is that what he had meant by making my life a living hell? I’d completely forgotten about that.
And if I’m honest, it was kind of a shitty plan. Not only because it wouldn’t have worked, not in such a short period of time, but because I never intended to toy with hisemotions. I just wanted him to stop using his power for bad things.
But I also can’t judge him. Not when my plan was much grander, much more dangerous.
“You’re a fucking brat,” I spit out anyway, bucking up to rub my cock against him.
“I know,” he pants. “And I… I don’t plan for that anymore. I don’t want to leave you.”
My heart fuckingsoars. I know I should be madder than I am, that I should throw a fit or something. But hearing that? That he doesn’t want to leave me? That feels like enough of a consolation prize.
“Are you mad?” he whispers, pulling his hand from his hole and wiping it onmydiscarded shirt as he sits up. “Do you hate me again?”
“No,” I admit, looking up and into those big green eyes. “I get it.”
Landon grins, so bright and beautiful. “Great. Now I getthis.”
He crawls up and over my cock before notching it to his hole and plopping down, taking me inch by inch.
I bite back a groan, watching as my length disappears under him. “There may be a problem with yourcurrentplan.”
“What?” he asks, his eyes hooded as I bottom out.
“I don’t think I can… I’m too worked up to last very long.”
“Oh, yeah?” he presses.
I shouldn’t have said anything because now he’s bouncing with no remorse. He’s most likely hurtinghimselfdoing this, considering he only prepped for so long, but the sensation of his walls gripping me so tightly and the sound of his soft little groans are overwhelming me too much to think about it.
“Lan,” I pant out. “You’re not being fair.”
“Neither of us has ever played fair,” he counters.
And it’s true. We’re both a little vicious and far too into the bullying aspect of our little relationship. But while watching his face slip into that blissed-out expression he gets as he sinks into pleasure, this feels particularly cruel.
I’m already close.
Landon doesn’t want to leave me; he’s going to forgive me, and I’mso closedue toknowing this. And due to his tight ass, of course.
“Fuck,” I groan, bucking up into him as I watch a trace amount of precome leave his tip, leaking from the cage and onto my stomach.
