Page 110 of Snap Shot

I wrap the finger in my fist and bring her painted nails to my line of sight. “You changed the color. Nice.” The mint green is quite the change from the harsh grey and dark red I've seen before on her. My thumb grazes the knuckles below them.

“I had a nail appointment during lunch.” She tests out the feeling of our clasped hands, then retracts, slipping out of my grasp. “Cut that out, Radek. It's against the rules. No holding hands.”

Head shaking in disbelief, I sigh in surrender. She wants to stick to the rules. I'll stick to them with her until she's ready for more. If she's ever ready for more. In the meantime, I'll give her a run for her money.

“Right, sorry. My bad. You wanna hold my dick instead?”

Chapter 30: Strip Me Bare

Indi

Sparks crackle and fizz between our fingers as Landon's hand finds mine. Every fine hair on my arms stands upright, tugging at the skin they're attached to.

The steady drumming of my heart dives as an anxious thought creeps in. Crossed lines are so far behind us we can't see them anymore. I'm comfortable being buck-naked in front of him, but it's too terrifying to think of Landon as anything more than a trusted friend. We're ignoring the consequences of the entirely illegal and risky agreement: thef-word. Feelings.

I tear my hand away. It felt too good, too calming. As if it wasn't tempting enough to have his eager mouth below mine. How warm the yearning in the cyan blue depths of his gaze is when I touch his cheek.

We can't. Getting each other off is detached. But kissing, hand holding? Itmeanssomething. He's taken so many of my firsts, but I've had none of his.

“Cut that out, Radek. It's against the rules. No holding hands.”

Landon gives in, sighing and letting me go. I don't know how or why he puts up with it. “Right, sorry. My bad. You wanna hold my dick instead?”

All the blood in my body splits between my face and the lowest part of my belly. I agree with a silent nod.

“Good, 'cause I need you to fucking touch me.” His hand guides mine, molding to the clothed shaft as a breath hisses through his teeth.

My voice lowers to a husky whisper. “Can I take your shorts off?”

“Please.” Desperation laces with want in his hooded eyes and groaned-out response. The elastic sticks to his damp skin and I use my nails to get under the sweaty waistband. Those tight boxer briefs leave nothing to the imagination. My mouth waters at the height of the pitched material. Through the thick frame of my upper eyelashes, I catch Landon in a heated, impatient stare.

“Do it. Strip me bare.”

One haughty tug peels the spandex away from the large, toned sheets of muscle on his thighs. The deliciousvof his hips flexes as my hands pass over it. I squat to drag it down the rest of his legs and gulp away the nerves when his cock bobs. Not sure how I forget that it's always bigger this close. Straightening to push Landon against the bathroom counter, I grab his wrist and shape his hand around the base. When I lean in, our chests press together, my nipples brushing against the broad, firm planes of his pecs. “Touch yourself for me.”

I move his hand in languid strokes before backing away, separating our bodies. He stills when I open a drawer. “What are you doing?”

The fleshy, veiny dildo I left here the other day emerges and I measure it in my grip. It's surprisingly similar in length, girth, and weight to the prime specimen attached to Landon. My tongue wets the lower seam of my lips. “Letting you watch,” I say with a smirk.

“Oh,fuck.” His movements restart as I backpedal to the pane of glass encasing the massive shower area. The water steams quickly as I wash off Long John Silver in preparation. A hot cascade continues behind me.

Landon's legs angle away from the vanity for support as I suction the toy to one of the hexagonal marble tiles on the floor. “Can you see me?”

“Yes.” His reply comes out strangled, fist tightening around his favorite limb, the head red and engorged, length leaden in his hefty hand. “I've always seen you, Indi.”

I breathe, shunning the butterflies fluttering between my heart and stomach. “Keep watching.”

Knees straddling the dildo, I wiggle and hunker down, sliding over the firm, rubbery shaft. The head slips in without resistance. I choke back a moan while easing in the length, gasping at how full it feels before shifting off it again.

“Goddamn, baby. Don't stop,” Landon groans.

A quick squeeze around the base has the toy buzzing to life. I sigh, sinking onto it again. My hands and knees squeak and slide while I find a rhythm, widening my stance as my hips lift repeatedly to urge the orgasm out. The vibrations curve my back into an arc when I pick up the pace, prodding the silicone tip into my g-spot. I moan out without inhibition, bracing a hand behind me.

“Fuck, you're flawless,” he rasps. “Perfection.”

Landon pumps himself at the same incredible cadence as the decoy shaft plunges deeper and deeper inside me. Every thrust I take drives me closer to the edge. Switching to a slow grind, the toy contacts the most sensitive spot at my front wall. I chase the high by speeding up once more.

“That pussy looks so good getting fucked. Are you imagining it's me, Indi?” The mirror behind him fogs, steam kissing every inch of its clean surface. Dripping, matted hair clings to his forehead, sweat beading all over his beautiful naked body. The sinewed muscles of his neck and shoulders strain from the impending release. “Tell me you want it to be me.”

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