Page 89 of Landon & Shay: Part One

I loved undressing her, watching as her eyes dilated from anticipation. I loved how she craved me taking control, but dammit I loved it even more when she ruled me. I loved how she trembled at my touch but her eyes told me to keep going. I loved how my hands trembled against her skin but my heart told me to keep going…

Keep feeling…

I loved when I parted her legs and went down on her and she moaned in pleasure. I loved when I began to rise up to kiss her lips and she told me no, and then I lowered back down to finish my favorite meal course. I loved when she arched her hips up as my tongue fucked her clit. I loved how she’d tell me to go harder and deeper as my tongue lapped repeatedly against her core. I loved her taste. The wetness felt like a reward I received from her being pleased by my job well done.

Then, I became addicted to when her moans grew more and more, making me finger fuck her harder and deeper, my tongue rolling in and out of her, sucking against her clit, teasing every single piece of her as her hands stayed tangled in my hair.

“Oh…my…Land…wait…yes…go…slow…ohmygosh…” she cried out.

I loved when she begged.

“More, more, more….”

I loved that. I loved it so much. I loved…

I…

Loved…

“What’s going on here?” a voice said, breaking us from our dazed trance. I shot my head up to see a grown woman staring my way.

“Mom, hey,” Shay hollered, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around her body. “Oh my gosh, I—you—we—” Her words were jumbled, and I stood up quickly, stunned to see Shay’s mother standing in front of us…in Shay’s room…seconds after my head was between her daughter’s legs.

Nothing about this situation looked good at all.

“What are you doing here?” Shay nervously asked, holding the blanket tightly around her waist.

Holy shit, Shay’s mother just walked in on me eating her daughter out.

I wanted to die a slow, painful death, and the redness in Shay’s face told me she felt pretty much the same way.

Her mom raised a sharp eyebrow. “Came home from work for lunch. What are you doing here? You should be in school!”

“Sorry, Mrs. Gable. This is my fault and I—” I tried to explain, but she gestured toward the front door.

“Leave.”

I did as she said. What other choice did I have? Try to explain to her why my head was placed nicely between her daughter’s thighs during the middle of a school day?

I headed home, and I texted Shay when I got back to my place.

Me:You good?

No response. I texted her a dozen more times that night with no responses coming my way. The next day at school, she walked up to me, holding the straps of her backpack, and she smiled.

“Grounded?” I asked.

“Grounded,” she replied.

“Cell taken away?”

“Yup, and internet access.”

That made sense.

“No regrets?” I asked, lowering my brows.

Her lips turned into a bigger smile and her adorable cheeks were rosy. “No regrets.”

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