Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Jesus, I didn’t have a damn clue.
Chapter 16
Rick
Nothing ruins the best orgasm of your life like wondering if the guy who instigated it is going to freak the fuck out.
Even though Landon is still teasing the underside of my softening cock, I know it’s going to happen.
The horrible part?
He’s going to blame me. Somehow this will get twisted around until he blames me.
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in Landon’s grip on me. His movements weren’t shaky or uncoordinated, but somehow the story will end up that I took advantage of him despite just lying here and taking what he had to offer.
There’s a long beat of silence only interrupted by the slow, steady breathing of the girl in my bed.
I want to live in this moment because the aftermath is going to be brutal.
His breaths are still on my neck, but I don’t lift my chin to give him better access like I desire.
“Feel like returning the favor?” he asks, his hips rolling, his erection hard and thick against my thigh.
This means absolutely nothing. I can’t let myself consider that he still won’t lose his shit when the sun rises.
I also can’t resist the desperation in his voice or get my hopes up that jacking me off turned him on.
Honestly, what’s the real difference between one bad decision and two?
I roll over to face him, the darkness around us so encompassing that I can barely make out the features of his face. His cum-slick hand grips my ass, drawing me impossibly close to him. I’m going to be a wet, sticky mess, and just the thought of that threatens to breathe life back into my cock.
“You’ve been drinking,” I say, my lips brushing his.
I’m aching to taste the beer on his tongue, but if this is going to turn into a fight tomorrow, I need to be able to argue that he made every move. It’s the only defense I’ll have.
“I can go brush my teeth,” he offers.
“Because you want to kiss me?”
He nods. “So fucking badly.”
I press my lips to his, opening my mouth when he moans. Jesus, that noise will be the soundtrack of every fantasy I’ll ever have again.
The bitter beer taste on his tongue is better than I ever could’ve imagined, and I lick into him, wanting more of it.
Tomorrow and the repercussions of our actions fade away. I’ll never get this again, and although that may have the power to break me in the end, I won’t give up this experience because of it.
Without breaking the kiss, Landon reaches for my hand and shoves it down the waistband of his boxers.
I’m rock solid once again, my fingers wrapping around his impressive length, threatening to make me pop off again.
I notice the tremble in his hand when he returns it to my ass.
Fuck, what are we doing?
I pull my face back from his. “Are you okay?”
He nods.
“Talk to me,” I urge.
There’s regret and there’s coercion. I want no part of the latter if he’s feeling like he took it too far to back down.
“I want it,” he whispers. “I want you.”
“You have me. Take these off.” I grip the waistband of his boxers, waiting for him to lift his hips so I can pull them off. I fling them on the floor. “Watch me.”
“Oh shit,” he hisses as I lower my mouth to him. “Ricky.”
In an attempt to settle into my task and get comfortable, I stretch out, but the bed is just too damn small for it.
“Don’t,” he pleads when I pull back.
“Don’t do it or don’t stop?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“Turn,” I tell him, urging him to spin on the bed as I settle on my knees in front of him.
His fingers tangle in my hair just as a bright light shines down on me.
“Are you fucking recording me?”
The light shines on his face as he turns the phone over to reveal a dark screen. “Just need to watch.”
If he were using my phone instead of his own, I might just request he hit record, but I don’t want videos out there of me that I don’t control.
I lick my lips before hovering over his erection once again, reading the tremble in his legs under my palms as need rather than fear or displeasure.
“Fuckkk,” he groans when I encapsulate the tip of him with my mouth. “Feels so fucking good. Been missing out on this, Ricky.”
It’s the fourth time he’s used the nickname from my childhood. I haven’t been called that in years. I insisted everyone stop calling me that my sophomore year in high school. It took others longer, but Landon respected my wishes and never called me that again. The moans and grunts coming from him don’t make me think he’s mocking me now.
I hum my own pleasure around his length, taking him deeper.