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I circle my thumb over her clit with my fingers submerged. “Maybe I do too. I don’t think I ever told you how hot it was watching you fight that girl in my yard. The fact that I couldn’t hammer into you right there on the ground fueled the fire to my temper.”
“Shit.” She kisses me. Rough. Quick. Tongue slips at a constant back and forth. Never really been big on kissing ‘til her. It was one of those things I did because it’s part of the sex package. Sometimes it’s avoidable, but not always. I could go all day like this. My dick would probably say otherwise because it also sends me into overdrive.
The second her mouth opens against mine I know she’s done, even before I hear the long, drawn-out moan. Out of nowhere, my boxer briefs get shoved over my ass and my dick is hanging out. She starts stroking it. I suckle her neck. Her hand feels so much better than mine. “Give it to me,” she demands.
“No,” I tell her. “I’m eating it.”
“Sixty-nine or no deal.”
My mouth curves against her skin. Always making wagers, this one. She knows I’m not turning down a blowjob when it’s her mouth around it. Christmas blew my fucking mind. I pull my fingers out of her. Never would have thought I’d fall in love on a bet. Still seems weird, though. I roll off her and onto my back, letting her come to me.
She knee-walks closer and then throws a leg over, facing away from me. My hands grip her ass, then I slap, causing her to yelp, before trailing up her front until I’m grabbing a tit in each hand. She backs up, my dick already in hand, and then she bends forward. I grip her hips and pull her back until she’s close enough. My head touches her lips, revving up my hormones, then she pushes down on it. Wet. Hot. It feels fucking fantastic.
I rub my first two fingers back and forth over her wet pussy to get her going. The more she feels, the more she gives. Her hips start rocking and she starts sucking. I fold back her lips with my thumbs, my tongue already pressed against her clit, and then I flick without stopping.
My head hits the back of her mouth. She stops instead of making it a constant up and down motion like she normally does. I can feel her throat contracting like usual, but the gagging never comes, and then, she slowly pushes her mouth down a little more of my length, like my dick is breaching her esophagus. I lose focus on what I’m doing. “Fuck, girl.” She comes back up and goes back down at a fast pace, before repeating what she just did, as if she’s pushing the limits of her own mouth slowly.
Her mouth is rebelling by dispensing saliva in bulk. My dick and the surrounding area are soaked. I kiss the back of her thigh, then her lips, before returning to her clit. She does that shit again, only this time, she’s massaging my balls too. My pelvis bucks. Fuck. I don’t know why I thought this would work. She sucks dick too good. Maybe we aren’t cut out for sixty-nine. Taking turns works better. “Tone it down.”
She does the opposite. It’s as if she likes sucking as much as I like eating. My toes curl. Bitch. I love her. If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to nut. I circle my thumb over her pussy, wetting it, and then submerge it, before rubbing north. The second it’s pressed against that tight little asshole of hers, she surges forward.
My arm comes around her pelvis to keep her from going anywhere. Her mouth comes off my dick. I rub it. “Landon,” she barks out a warning.
I smile. “Told you to tone it down. I’m not ready to come. Let it happen or I’m licking it too.”
“You’re disgusting.” Despite her order for me to stop, her ass comes toward me like she wants more. My mouth comes over her clit and I suck, still rubbing her asshole. “Fuck. You. What the fuck?” she draws out, her hand stroking my dick.
I pull away just long enough to say, “You like your asshole to be rubbed, don’t you?”
“Shit.” Her mouth comes back on my dick, but this time she stays shallow, her hand working the base. I press against the bud as I lap at her, fighting it to let me in. It finally opens, the tip of my thumb in. “Landon, no.”
I kiss the back of her thigh again. “It’s just us, baby. Trust.”
Her body relaxes. One word that means so much to us, and for each of us, has totally different meanings. I trust her to only be mine, and she trusts me to keep our sex life private, and all that it entails, like pussy and tit shots when I’m offshore. Give and take.
I push my thumb in slowly, all the way, and pump it in and out as my tongue comes back down on her clit. Within seconds she’s coming, but the sounds coming out of her mouth I’ve never heard before, and all it took was a little ass play. Fuck a blowjob.
I pull out of her and slam her on the bed as I barrel roll, her front to the mattress. Her ass comes up because she’s perfect and knows what I want. I ram it in her pussy and stop, my hands on her sides. I move from my knees to my feet to give me some height over her, and then I start pounding. “Fuck. That hurts.”
I don’t let up. I’m too worked up now. And this feels amazing. No rubber in the way. Broken by me. Fit for me. My complement in every way. When I start to come, I grind my pelvis against her ass, letting my cum flood her core. As I return to my knees, I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her up until her back is flush with my front. “I love you with all my fucking heart. Don’t break it.”
She turns her head. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
Then our lips lock, and everything switches from animalistic to soft. I wrap my arms around her, wanting to touch every part of her. We return to what started this—kissing—and I let myself feel, because it’s impossible to be numb or angry anymore. She somehow uncovered the guy I was in high school. The one that cares, and the one that’s an overall good guy, just like my friends. The scariest part is that he’s about to come out of the closet, whether I’m ready or not, because with her, it’s like I can’t hide it anymore, and we’re going to have to face my friends in Miami soon, because we haven’t been there since Riggan’s baby was born.
EIGHT
PAXTYN
My eyelids slowly open to the light being cast from my phone on the nightstand. Vibrations occur in short bursts. My eyes try to close again, too comfortable in Landon’s arms to budge. The front of his body is aligned down the back of mine, his soft dick against my ass. The way his arm is draped over my midsection, it’s like he’s making sure I don’t go anywhere. I love the way it feels to be nestled against him.
“Who’s texting your phone this late?” he says low and deep in my ear, forcing my eyes back open as I register the uneasiness in his tone, masked by the grogginess. With anyone else, I’d get pissed at the question, but vulnerability doesn’t come often with Landon, and when it does, I make sure I don’t miss the opportunity to ease it. It’s emotion, after all, which isn’t often with him. Plus, I did sort of end up with Jacobe twice since I started hooking up with him, so . . .
I pull forward enough to grab it off the nightstand where it’s charging. His hand remains on my stomach the entire time, his fingers playing with my belly button ring. Instead of hovering over my phone like I’m scanning first, I come back down in the exact position I was just in with us spooning, holding my phone out in front of me while I wait for my eyes to focus.
Presley Anneis on every text notification in the list going down my Lock Screen, which is odd, because she’s not one to stay up super late like me unless she’s partying, and well, she’s definitely not doing that anymore, so . . . “My sister,” I tell him, even though I know he’s glancing over my shoulder.
He doesn’t say anything else, just like I knew he wouldn’t. He got his answer—one he doesn’t have to worry about. He’s not going to pry for any more information.
