Page 186 of Only With You

Ashton’s jaw clenches, forehead creases, and lips tighten, but the anger fades, a cunning smile taking over. “Do you know about Polly? She?—”

“Ahhh, yes, she drew the short stick, right?” I lazily let my eyes sweep over him, humming in displeasure.

This time, he doesn’t bother to hide how annoyed he is. “Landon, you let your girlfriend fight for you now?”

“Yeah, how about that?” He chuckles. “If I were you, I’d be careful. She might just run you over.”

I conceal my laugh at the confusion on Ashton’s face, and before he can get another word in, I pull Landon until we’re tucked away in the ballroom.

“What a dick. I wasn’t sure anyone could beat—” The rest of my words get cut off as Landon grabs the back of my neck and locks my lips to his.

He snakes his other arm around my back, drawing me in closer until I’m firmly pressed against him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and let him take control. He takes his time, kissing me languidly, tongue teasing mine, his mouth sucking my bottom lip.

My eyes flutter closed and I moan into his mouth, feeling his semi-hard erection dig into my stomach. When I rub myself against it, it becomes fully erect. He groans into my mouth, and his hand slides down to my ass and cups it.

My fingers tangle at the hair at his nape as he deepens the kiss. It’s hurried now and rough. His warm lips intoxicate me, and I become delirious at the feel of his tongue on mine, and the vibrations of his groans roll down my body.

I want more and I almost beg for it, but then I remember where we’re at. I break the kiss, panting to catch my breath, and my hands hang loosely off his shoulder.

“We’re probably being watched.” I look at the security cameras at each corner of the ballroom.

His palm clasps around the side of my neck, lips hovering over my head. “There are no cameras in the bridal suite.”

I lift a questioning brow.

“I did my research.”

My lips rise mischievously. “So, what are we still doing here?”

Hand in hand, our fingers intertwined, he briskly guides me to the back of the ballroom that leads down a long hall until we spot the bridal suite.

Landon ushers me inside of the dark room, and like the ballroom and hall, the lights must be sensor and turn on when motion is detected because quickly, they come on.

He locks the door behind him and eyes me hungrily.

“Everything needs to come off,” the gravely tone in his voice shoots heat straight to my core.

We hastily shed all of our clothes. I should have worn something other than leggings because removing them was not as sensual as I wanted it to look. Landon must’ve not paid attention or doesn’t care because he stares at me like he’s ready to defile every inch of my body.

My gaze drops down to his thick and massive cock. Angry veins decorate his shaft and the tip leaks with pre-cum. An idea pops in my head, and this time, it’s me who takes the initiative. I grab his hand, lead him to the couch, and force him to sit.

He stares at me with frustration and impatience.

“Don’t look at me like that. I promise you’ll love it.” I smirk at the recognition that flares in his dilated eyes. He said the same thing to me when he fucked me with the strap-on.

Straddling his hips, I hold on to his inked shoulders for support, my hair cascading over my face as I let myself hover over the crown. It’s for a good cause and he deserves it, I tell myself because I desperately want to ride him, but I don’t.

“Julianna, sit on my cock,” he impatiently demands, grabbing my hips.

“Not yet,” I whimper as his crown brushes my entrance, but I push through despite how I ache for him.

Keeping one hand on his shoulder, I glide the other across his collarbone, tracing over the ink before I slide my palm around his throat.

His breath catches, fingers squeezing my hips in a bruising manner, but I don’t let up. “You like that, don’t you?” I whisper in his ear, enjoying the way his throat bobs when I tighten my grip on him. He thrusts his hips up and the tip almost goes in, but I jerk away before it does.

I kiss the side of his ear and down to his lobe and suck it briefly. Then continue, my lips following along his bearded jaw.

“Fucking tease,” he roughly drawls.

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