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I toss my used Kleenex into the trash bin and wrench the door open, just as Logan comes tumbling in.
“Hey, why was the door locked?” he asks, his eyebrows meeting.
Landon shrugs. “Dad needs to fix the door,” he lies, pushing past his brother, the hem of his shirt scrunched up in his hands, hiding the evidence of his mess.
“Right, yeah, damn house,” Logan chuckles and then punches me in the arm roughly. “I have to feed the chickens and then do you guys want to go grab something to eat?”
I shrug, moving around him toward the bathroom to wash my hands, to clean off the evidence of what we just did.
Logan bumbles after me, talking about something that happened at school, but my mind is replaying what just happened over and over in excruciating detail.
And a week later when Landon asks to do it again, I roll over and agree.
We do it three more times that summer, each committed to my memory, each making a home in my heart until Landon finds a girl to replace me.
And then, it never happens again.
twenty-one
LANDON
I wakeup to the feel of Finn pressed against my back, his face tucked against my neck, his hand splayed across my stomach.
We’re both naked, his cock sandwiched between my ass cheeks.
Hmm.
Yes.
More of that.
More cock near my hole.
I press back against him, his dick sliding against me, and he tightens his grip on me.
“You awake?” he asks, and I hum my response.
I’m awake and so is my dick. It’s ready. I want more of Finn inside of me. I’m sore, but I take pain like a champ. I want to come again while stuffed full of him.
His lips press against my neck and I lift my chin slightly, letting him nibble his way across my skin.
“Is this a dream?” he mutters, and I snort a laugh.
“Yeah, because I’m your motherfucking dream, Finn,” I say and he bites down on my neck hard, a yelp escaping me.
Not that it deters me. No, it only makes me harder. I’m throbbing now.
“I’m not fucking you,” he says lowly, his hand engulfing my dick and pumping it slowly.
“Yes. Yes, you are. I want it.”
“You’re too sore.”
“Don’t tell me how I feel, Finn,” I grumble. “My hole was made for sex.”
Finn chuckles but doesn’t lube me up, no, he just tortures me with his hand until I’m writhing.
“Please,” I beg, my hands grasping onto him for dear life, and thank fuck Finn takes pity on me. Because he flips me onto my back and then that mouth is on me. The sounds he’s making as he devours me set me on fire.
