Page 86 of Snap Shot

I tip my head back to refocus our eye contact. “I'd never laugh, Indi. Promise.”

She pulls her lips in between her teeth. “Can I kissyou? Here, I mean.” Indi taps my cheek twice.

“You can literally kiss me anywhere you want to.”

Indi draws a long swallow before her nose presses into my skin. A tender dusting from her soft lips sends the butterflies in my gut into my heart. My eyes draw closed. “Was that okay?”

I nod through a broken breath. “More than.”

“How about here?” Her thumb taps below my jaw.

“Yes, please.”

Body shifting for a better angle, she cups the opposite cheek with her hand. Her mouth connects with the mind-numbing spot beneath my ear before the tip of her tongue—fuck me, that tongue—meets my neck. When she sucks and draws in the skin, I shiver, digging my fingers wherever they settle. Into Indi's hip. Into her firm thigh.

“Did you like that?” she asks in the sexiest, husky tone.

I'm too keyed up to tell whether it's on purpose or not, but my cock is behaving badly now, swaying like a drunken sailor. “Y-yes. Don't stop.Please.”

Indi works the spot over and over, doubling my dick size. “You like playing games, Landon?”

I'll never get over how she says my name. I'm so hard I could cry. My head nods furiously as her palm slides down my neck and chest, stopping to tuck her fingers under my sweatshirt, barely missing the upright rascal. I wince. They strum across the ridges of my abs, goosebumps sprawling across my chest and tightening my nipples.

“Simon says, ‘take your shirt off.’”

My eyes shoot open, all semblance of innocence wiped from Indi's gaze. The hoodie and shirt get wrenched over my head in an eager swipe and I send them across the room.

She sighs and studies me. Absorbing. Admiring.

I motion to her torso with a tip of my chin. “You, too.”

Hesitation flashes across her face, the red on her cheeks flushing redder and redder. Her tongue clicks, rejecting my suggestion. “Close your eyes until Simon says.”

“Fuck, Indi.” I do as she says, because these are her rules. A low rustle sounds out before I hear something drop to the sofa. Without sight, the rest of my senses are in overdrive, a runaway train of filthy fantasies coming to life.

Her lips reattach to my neck, hand skating up and down my naked chest. Trim nails catch in the short chest hairs between my pecs, then scrape against my nipples. They pucker in response. I moan out her name, desperate for more.

Indi gasps. “Is that good?”

“Oh, my God. You have nofuckingidea. Keep going.”

That hot mouth and punishing tongue sweep over my neck, my shoulder, painting a line of open-mouthed kisses down my chest. It stops at a pursed peak, swiping across the hard flesh before grazing her teeth on it.

Her bare tits fall into my lap.

“Fuck.” My eyes stay shut out of respect. “You weren’t wearing anything underneath?” I wanna see her in this position: kneeling, mouth on my body, full rack within reach. I need her to fucking touch me already.

Indi must know, because her hand moves south, palm flat against the solid shaft in my sweats. But she doesn’t wrap around it. She rubs and strokes and rubs while sucking on my insanely taut nipple.

“Please, Indi.” Kissing is one thing but getting rubbed over my clothes is the stuff of my boyhood wet dreams. Add in Indi moving my quivering hands to cup and grope her tits. There's no going back. My hands blindly search for her. “Let me see you.”

“Simon says, ‘open your eyes.’”

They stretch at an incalculable speed to take in that glorious rack, tits round and supple and enough to have me committed for life. I groan, thumbing the dusky nipples. “You're so fucking beautiful. Look how perfect you are in my hands.”

The knot of pleasure rooted at the base of my spine builds again when she restarts the stroking, pace climbing. One shameless moan strings together with another and another and another as she doles out the torment. “Fuck! I'm gonna come, Indi. I'm gonna—”

My hips jerk, fingers pinching those pebbled nipples as my feet curl inside my sneakers. Her high-pitched, whining moan sends me over the edge, exploding into my pants with a trembling groan.

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