Page 158 of Snap Shot

“I finished it on the road. Four out of five stars. Subtitles didn't help as much as I thought, but the shticks were top tier.”

“Okay, Hotshot.” I lean away from the hold, but keep my elbows draped over his shoulders as he knocks off his sneakers and walks us into the living room. “What was your favorite part?”

“See, I knew there was gonna be a quiz—” His hands loosen and slip into the butt pockets of my jeans.

“Stop trying to weasel your way out of it.”

He fakes a fall to the couch with my playful push and in our tangle of limbs, I'm forced forward. “The Star Garage/Star Fisheries mixup.”

He did watch it!

Landon's hands slide down my legs and back up, guiding one knee onto the cushion after the other to straddle him. “When someone called the garage asking about the fish quality that day, and the guy in the thick glasses—”

“Babu Rao. Played by Paresh Rawal.”

He snaps and points. “Yes,him. When he said he fried 'em up and ate the fish, I almost pissed myself. Wade heard me wheezing and made me restart it so he could join.” His tongue wets his top lip, fingertips skating across the strip of skin above my denim waistline. I stop him by the wrists and place his open hands on my thighs, ignoring how his touch sears through the worn fabric.

“Seriously, that'snotwhy I called you over.” Here's your window. Now or never. “I happen to like having you around.”

One of his eyebrows perks.

“I do. I'm not good at showing it, but I care about you.” My gaze casts downward for a moment's hesitation before courage drowns it out. I cup his face. “Ask me how much.”

“How much?”

The column of his throat tenses under my lips. He sighs, dense lash lines fluttering as they close. Quickening beats of his heart thud through the hoodie's thick fleece and my palms. “So much.”

I kiss the corner of his bowed mouth, the broad plane of his smooth cheekbone, and the angled corner of his unshaven jaw. Memorizing and favoriting each spot as he offers encouraging, content hums. “You mean so much to me.”

Those thick azure rings of his eyes shrink as the pupils dilate, staying connected to mine when I position his hands around my neck to gather the hair away from both shoulders. His hardened length stirs beneath me. He gulps again on my descent to the floor.

“Say it again.”

My hands pull down his chest. “You.” They glide over his thighs. “Mean.” My knees wedge between Landon's feet. “So much.” A groan rumbles from his chest when I lean over to graze the stretched, tented inseam of his sweatpants with an open mouth, blowing a hot breath through the material. “To me.”

“Fuck.” Drooping lids halve his eyes from where I glance up, drunk with the power he feeds me.

“Want me to show you?”

Landon puffs out a shaky breath as I uncover him with a slow, deliberate movement. His heavy, engorged cock fills theoof my fist until my middle finger and thumb no longer touch. He shivers when I spit on the swollen head and stroke down.

“Oh, my God,” he laments, eyes wrinkling shut.

Both of my fists wrap his cock, corkscrewing around the base in opposite directions. Landon groans again with his next exhale. “Oh, myGod.”

The solid sheets of muscle making up his build tremble when my tongue swirls around the tip. I mouth him and retreat with a wet suck. His lower lip quivers, the once-twined rope of control unraveling by its frayed ends. Landon stutters a protest, hands gently yanking me off by the hair threaded between his fingers. “N-n-n-n-n-n-no—please.”

I still. “No? You don't want me to?”

“I mean—fuck,yes.” His hands nudge me forward, brushing my coated lips against the head.

I part them, pulling him in and bobbing off, tracing the underside as he throbs against my tongue.

“Can’t get enough of this perfect mouth of yours.”

I moan at the praise and take him further, bracing for impact as he hits the back of my throat. A frustrated guttural noise from Landon spurs me on. “Baby,please. If you keep going…”

Tears blur my vision.

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