Page 129 of Only With You

“How many times am I going to have to sleep with you to pay for tutoring?” My breath gets caught when he drapes his armover the console, and his fingers caress my thigh. Goosebumps break out across it and slowly start to spread, along with a blaze that travels between my thighs and to my pebbled nipples.

He lazily drags his fingers along my thigh, gently tugging my stocking. “Once or twice a week, unless you’re on your period.”

I smirk. “How considerate of you.”

“I mean, I’m up for it. Blood doesn’t bother me, but I figured you wouldn’t want to since you never feel good when it comes.” His fingers inch higher until they’re grazing the hem of the blazer.

I’m surprised by his nonchalance to my period. Most guys get squeamish or don’t care to talk about it. But I’m more shocked he doesn’t care about sleeping with me if I’m on it.

“How do you know that?”

“You always look a little paler and carry a heating pad while you try to mask like it doesn’t hurt,” he explains and slips his fingers past the hem. I unashamedly scoot closer, spreading my legs a little farther apart. “And you only drink peppermint tea when it comes, because you found that it helps reduce your cramps and bloating.”

I don’t know if Landon does girlfriends, but I know the day he has one, she’ll be in the best hands. He’s not only insanely perceptive, but also thoughtful. She’ll be a lucky girl.

That makes me irrationally jealous, but I stamp the feeling away.

“Is once or twice a week okay with you?” he asks, interrupting my absurd thoughts as his fingers continue to inch up.

“What if something comes up and we can’t?”

“We’ll make up for it. Or you can send me more pictures.” Something wicked shines in his eyes and right when his fingers reach the apex of my thigh, I spread my legs wider in hopes he’ll touch me, but he doesn’t.

“Fucking tease.” I glower, shoving his hand away, and close my legs.

“Tease?” he repeats, snuffing a laugh. “Come here.”

“What?”

“I said, come here.” It’s low, throaty, and demanding, and when I don’t move, he grabs my wrist and yanks it. “Now.”

I still don’t move and I know what he’s asking, but I don’t see how it’ll work out. His car isn’t the most spacious and our legs will eat up the little room left.

“Julianna, now!” he rasps.

I don’t question him or how we’re going to make it work with the limited space. I climb over the console and straddle him. My head brushes the ceiling, my knee painfully digs in the seat belt holder, and my heels dig into my ass cheeks, but when I settle down and feel his hard erection press into my wet pussy, the slight discomfort diminishes.

He doesn’t waste time and takes the back of my neck, forcefully crashing my lips to his while the other snakes around my waist. He possessively and roughly sucks on my bottom lip before he shoves his tongue into my mouth and kisses me punishingly.

He sucks all of the air from my lungs and I greedily let him as I grind myself against his erection, enjoying the way the thick material of his jeans rubs my clit. I whimper into his mouth, wanting more, needing more, as I feel a pressure in the pit of my stomach.

But he stops like he knows I’m going to come, leaving me a panting mess.

I frustratedly groan, and I swear I see red as a smug shadow crosses his face.

“That’s teasing,” he says, like it’s a point he needed to prove. “But this”—he pushes me up slightly, brings his hands between my thighs, and rips my stocking in the middle—“isn’t.”

“Clothes are a hard limit,” I grit, dropping my gaze to where his hands still remain. “Don’t do that again.”

Landon takes a fistful of my hair and yanks on it hard as he shoves my wet thong to the side. “I’ll come back to you when I take orders from a bratty rich girl. Now, shut the fuck up and ride my hand.”

My lips part and I stare, stunned, because my clit has the nerve to needily pulse, and my body, holy shit, my body enjoyed the way that sounded. Embarrassingly, when I feel his large palm right below me, I circle my arms around his shoulders and ride it.

Someone could come. Hell, the tow truck guy could arrive at any moment, but I can’t bring myself to care. Something about being out in the open turns me on even more.

I bite my lip, suppressing my moans as I grind myself against him. Landon must know I’m holding back, because he tightens his hold on my hair until it becomes painful.

I hiss, but when the heel of his palm grazes my clit, the pain fades away and my body buzzes with fervor.

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