Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
“Oh, yeah? I’ll make a mental note for when you get on my nerves.”
“I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“But what would Arden say? Maybe we should text him and get his opinion.”
Leveling me a flat look of annoyance, he shoves another finger inside me, much more roughly than the first.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I murmur.
“You little pain in the ass.”
I open my mouth to respond, but then he plants his face between my thighs and my brain switches gears.
Darting a gaze left, then right, I reach down and push at his broad shoulder. “Landon, no. It’s too stressful. I won’t be able to keep an eye out when you… do that,” I say with some effort, already losing steam as his tongue brushes my clit. A shudder passes over me, just a glimpse of the pleasure I know he could give me.
It feels greedy to chase more pleasure, but he doesn’t give me much choice. I didn’t even think I could get aroused again so quickly after coming, but he’s so good with his mouth.
It’s a slower build this time, but when the pleasure reaches toe-curling heights and my fingers dig into the ground beneath us, I have the sense that it’s going to be more intense this time. I’ll be falling from a taller height, and I’m so drunk on the pleasure, it’s all I want in the world.
I gasp and cry out, my thighs trembling as I near the peak.
And then he stops.
The breath rushes out of me. I look down, my eyes wide when I see him moving from between my legs.
“What… what are you doing?” I ask, a bit dazed.
He smirks, smacking me on the ass. “You thought I was going to let you come after you taunted me? Have you even met me?”
“I didn’t mean it,” I whine, pouting.
He nods at the ground. “On your hands and knees. If you please me, maybe I’ll let you come while I’m fucking you.”
God, that shouldn’t be so sexy. What’s wrong with me?
I mull it over as I sulkily roll over to get on my knees, but I’m so distracted by the need to come, I almost forget to tell him to put on a condom this time.
My memory is jogged when I hear him unzip behind me.
“Wait! My purse. There’s a condom in my purse.”
Not sounding altogether thrilled, he asks, “Why do you have a condom in your purse?”
“Hannah gave it to me.”
Now he just sounds baffled. “Why does Hannah have condoms?”
“I don’t know, but can you just grab it? I would like to remind you we are risking indecent exposure charges if someone decides to come to the beach today.”
I will need to get on birth control, though. It’s harder to remember that step than I expected it to be.
When Landon reaches into my purse, my desire-muddled brain reminds me of something else I didn’t think about.
My phone is in my purse.
I haven’t heard from Javi today, but if he texted me while I’ve been with Landon and Landon sees it…
“Here, give it to me. I’ll get it.”
Landon frowns, looking down at me as he reaches inside the bag. I wait for him to grab it and hand it to me, but instead, he roots around.
“I know where it is. It’ll be quicker.”
“Is there some reason you don’t want me in your purse?”
“No, I just… want to get it for you so we can get going.”
“How romantic,” he quips.
“Don’t tease me with orgasms and then expect me to be patient.”
He grabs the condom, but rather than put it on and resume fucking me, he tosses the unopen packet on the beach.
I gasp when he places a hand between my shoulder blades and shoves me down so I’m pressed face first against the beach towel.
Landon lowers himself so his hard body is pressed against my back, and his hot breath causes the tiny hairs on the back of my neck to prickle, sending a shudder through my body. “You sure that’s all it is?”
It’s not an easy movement when I’m flattened against the beach with him right on top of me, but I manage a nod. The sense of being trapped causes my lungs to shrink, my breath to come in shallower draws.
“Because if it’s something else, now’s the time to tell me.” He grabs his cock and brings it between my thighs. He shoves in, just the tip, but it feels distinctly threatening.
My voice wobbles a bit when I tell him, “If you’re going to fuck me, you have to use a condom. I’m not on birth control, and I don’t know how careful you’ve been.”
“Does it feel like you’re in a position to make demands?” he asks, pushing another inch of himself into me.
My heart thuds. “Landon, I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He certainly sounds serious, but despite the steely tone of his voice, he draws his cock out of me and grabs the condom off the beach.