matched. My arms tightened around him, my fingers raking across his back.
And as he picked up an agonizingly slow, but steady pace, gritted my teeth to keep from crying out, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
“You feel so good,” he said, his voice more like a hot, tender whisper, the words hissing out between clenched teeth. It was like a fire was spreading in my veins, starting at the place he was pumping into me. In and out, in and out, the friction kept building, making stars dance in my vision, like white-hot pulses of light.
I’d wanted him to fuck me hard, to drive me to climax, but this was something else entirely. All I could feel was the place he was plunging in and out, the way my pulse kept building, higher and higher with each thrust, dancing closer and closer to climax.
He pressed me down into the mattress, bringing up one of his knees, forcing my legs to part further. Allowing him deeper access.
And then finally, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, he fucked me harder, his balls slapping against me, his grunts growing guttural, louder and louder.
His fingers wove into my hair, entwining with the strands as he leaned down against me, his mouth hot against my neck. He kissed and nipped on my throat, setting me aflame.
And I couldn’t get enough. But then suddenly he was there, pounding into me with all the force of a Mack truck. Each moment he pulled back and I grew desperate for him, he slammed back into me. The bed screeched under us, as if the force of our movement was too much.
With his left hand—the one not twisted into my hair—He reached around my hip, until he was cupping my ass, his fingers gripping me so tightly I thought he might leave a bruise. What I thought was fireworks exploded into something more as he kissed me again, his tender lips so at odds with how fast, how hard he was thrusting into me.
I groaned, bucking against him. I was spiraling upward, my pulse roaring ever louder in my ear.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his tongue tracing my lips as his dick plunged in and out, harder and harder with each passing moment. Now he was giving me everything I had thought I wanted and even more, driving me over the edge of what I could take.
The pleasure had become so intense as to be almost unbearable.
“Yes,” I said, on a whisper, barley able to breathe.
“What do you want?” he said, but it’s more of a command.
“Harder,” I replied, breathless. “Harder.”
He obliged, picking up the pace and slamming back into me, our skin slapping together. Faster and faster and faster, his dick plunging in and out, heat spiraling through me.
I reached up and grabbed my own breast, twisting it in my fingers, desperate for more. I played with my nipple, pinching it too hard between my fingers but unable to care. I was building, careening toward a cliff that I so desperately craved.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured. He let his right hand slide out of my hair so that he could push my hand off my breast, so that he could replace my fingers with this tongue, circling my nipple, teasing me. Biting at the place I’d been pinching.
He didn’t stop thrusting, and with this other hand, he let his own fingers play over my other nipple, twisting and pulling at it.
My breathing grew raspy. His body was hot and hard against me, and I reached down, cupping his firm ass in each hand, yanking him up against me. Wanting more… more… more.
The rhythm of his cock slamming into me made my breath come in short, ragged gasps, driving me closer and closer to the cliff I was heading towards.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I said, arching my back, straining for the right angle as he brought me to climax.
“Come for me,” he growled, his dick plunging deeper and deeper with each thrust.
I started to cry out as everything released and I went over the edge, falling, falling.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, as he fell with me.
Chapter 5
Hours later, the dawn light crept into his bedroom. Unable to find my shirt, I pulled on one of Landon’s button-downs while he was in the shower. Although I was tempted to stay forever, maybe wait for an encore of last night, I needed to creep back home before my brother and dad caught on to the fact that I hadn’t