Page 74 of Landon & Shay: Part One

“And what are we exactly?”

“I don’t know, we’re just us. Look, you’re overthinking it.”

“I’m not. I mean, I am, but I don’t know how not to. If the bet wasn’t hanging over my head, I would just be free willy about it and all, but the bet does exist, whether I like it or not. And I can’t just hook up with you, okay? I can’t.”

“Okay.”

He said it so effortlessly that I was completely thrown off once more. “Wait, what?”

“I said okay. We don’t have to hook up or make out. Listen, I get that we have a game going on, and I get that you’re on red alert, but if I’m honest, real honest, I just like being around you. Do I want to screw your brains out? Yes, obviously. But am I okay waiting until you’re ready? Of course. Especially since you’re a virgin.”

“What?” I stood up straight. “Who said I’m a virgin?”

He snickered and pointed toward me. “That face right there. I wasn’t sure, but I wondered just based on how you tense up sometimes when we’re making out when my hands wander.”

I felt embarrassed, exposed…like a child. He could tell I was a virgin, which obviously meant I was doing something wrong. But what? How?

“Stop that,” he told me.

“Stop what?”

“Overthinking and chewing on your collar.”

I dropped the shirt I hadn’t even noticed was in my mouth. “I just feel stupid, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s clear I’m inexperienced, and you’re not.”

“Chick.” He stood up and moved over to me. He placed his finger beneath my chin and raised my head to make sure our eyes were locked for his next words. “Kissing you feels like kissing heaven. You’re far from inexperienced. You being a virgin doesn’t change the fact that you’re the best kiss I’ve ever had. I could kiss you all day and not get sick of it. But you being a virgin? That’s a big deal, and I won’t take that from you until you’re willing to give it away. Okay?”

I shyly nodded. “Okay.”

“Also, just for future reference”—he moved his mouth to my ear, and his hot breath had every hair on my body standing straight up—“there are a million ways I can fuck you and keep you a virgin.”

My cheeks heated up. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He finally cleared his throat. “Okay, well, I’m going to run to the bathroom really fast and handle this, uh, issue in my pants. Then we can just talk and—fuck…” His voice faded as he realized my hand had slid into his sweatpants. My fingers wrapped around his hardness, and I began stroking it up and down slowly. My heart was pounding in my chest, and part of me worried Landon would hear it, but when I looked at him, his eyes were shut and there was a smile glued to his face. It was clear he wasn’t thinking about my wild heartbeats at all, because he had his own experience taking place.

I wasn’t completely sure what I was doing. Everything I knew about hand jobs, I’d learned from Raine, Tracey, andCosmopolitan. Heck, everything I knew about sex came from Raine, Tracey, andCosmopolitan.

As I stroked up and down, Landon seemed to like it, seemed pleased, which made me pleased. We moved back to the couch when I noticed his legs about to buckle, and as he sat down, I got on my knees and kept stroking, nice and slow.

“More pressure,” he said as he exhaled between groans of pleasure. “You can hold it tighter, Shay. I promise you won’t break it.”

I did as he said, and his smile grew even more.

I pulled my hand out of his pants for a moment, slid my tongue along my palm, and slid it back in for more strokes.

Cosmohand jobs 101: Make him sweat, make it wet.

“Yes…yes…and the head…rub the head…” He sighed, obviously enjoying every second of it.

Odd kink, but okay.

I cocked an eyebrow, and even though I didn’t understand completely, I did as he requested. I began rubbing his head with my free hand, tangling my fingers in his hair as I kept stroking at his privates.

Within seconds, Landon burst out laughing, making me lean back, a little puzzled. “Not myheadhead, Shay. Mydickhead. The tip of my cock.”

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