Page 56 of Finding Fate

I nod on reflex, making Landon pull back. He turns to look back just before Maddox and Gabby completely move. I grab his chin and jerk it back, grazing his lips with mine. “Don’t stop until you make me come.”

He moves a few feet to the side and deposits me on the top of the small desk to free up his hands, allowing him to go faster now that he’s not holding my weight. One thigh shoved back, he rubs up and down between my lips on my sensitive spot with his thumb. “Shit. Like that,” I tell him, pulling him in to kiss me. The second our lips touch it becomes explosive; so much heat blazing between us I come quickly, my lips moving much needier as groans and moans and pants rotate, pushing through me into him.

Seconds after the orgasmic feeling crashes, he grips my breast in one hand, kneading it and pinching my nipple, while still holding one thigh in the other, and with every buck of his pelvis against my middle, it gets slower, until finally, he stops, his lips as rough as he tugs and rubs on mine as mine were on his during my orgasm.

He releases my thigh, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist, both of his hands running through the length of my Ombré hair and down my back as he kisses me some more, taking me by surprise. Usually when it cuts off, it does just that—ends abruptly. There is no lovey dovey sweet stuff. We aren’t a couple. Neither of us have pretended this is anything it’s not. We don’t really hang out when we’re together with the group. We basically ignore each other or we are a smartass to one another just like when we first met. He stays to himself or is with the guys. I stay with the girls. It’s minimal interaction aside from sex when we’re alone. The closest that we’ve come to any sort of cuddling was the night he pulled me close in the bed after he forwent the condom.

We sleep in the same bed at night, but when I wake up in the morning if he’s even still in bed I find him on the air mattress, which is likely because it’s obvious we have zero privacy down here. Two different times someone has walked up on us having sex. Guess it’s a good thing I’m not modest.

He finally pulls away from my lips, but doesn’t pull out of me yet, and his hands continue to feel all over my body like he’s memorizing my frame. “I’m going to fuck myself with sex if I don’t stop.”

I run my hands along his narrow waist to his muscular back, pulling him closer. “Then transition back to condoms ‘til I leave tomorrow. I don’t give a shit.”

His tongue folds over his bottom lip just before his top teeth scrape against it, like he’s holding back a smile. The smile is in his eyes, though, making him that much sexier. “Fuck no. You better be on birth control, though.”

Bitch mode initiated . . .

“I like my life and body too much to be a teen mom. I’m not my sister,” I snap, shoving him back, offended by his comment. No one made him shove his unsheathed dick in me or forced him to come in me just now. The blame is always on the girl when risks are taken, regardless of what the situation is. Some of us are smarter than others. She may have fucked up her birth control her senior year, but once again, I’m not her. I chose methods with less human error. “As much as I like this hot sex we’re having, I don’t like it enough to pop out your kid and be stuck with it alone.”

He picks me up off the desk and roughly moves me to the bed, coming down over me, shoving my legs back. I try to close my legs, shoving at his shoulders, but he just pushes harder. “You think I’m that big of a prick, bitch? Knock you up and leave you high and dry? It takes a special brand of asshole to stoop that low.”

“Aren’t you all at one point or another?” I bite back. “Both of us know what this is. I know how to have fun too, but don’t come at me like it’s possible I’m a lying little slut that will trap a guy when I never asked you to do it. I take care of me. I’m my number one priority. I guarantee my life is a lot more glamorous than yours, country. I have much more to lose over an accidental pregnancy than someone like you.”

He shoves my knees back into the bed, gripping the back of my legs tight above the backs of my knees, bringing my bottom straight into the air as my spine rounds at the end, and then he makes sure his jeans are low enough before he shoves his long dick inside me, sending me crawling up the bed. “Shit! That hurts.”

I don’t know if I like this angle, but regardless of how much I squirm, he makes me take it. It’s giving me cramps. “Your life is more glamorous? Why is that? You think because you come from money you’re better than me? All of you fuck the same, girl.”

I slap him. He smiles, thrusting harder, sending me north again from the pain of him hitting so damn deep, only my body doesn’t actually go anywhere. What the hell is he aiming for? “Not it? Is it because I’m older, or have a damn good job? You think I’m a loose cannon with my cum? I’m careful. I don’t want kids. No bitch is going to strap me down that long or use me for a free ride through child support. It was a reminder. Not a threat. I don’t do that whole read between the lines shit.”

“Get off me, asshole.”

When he’s deep, all his weight on me, he grinds his pelvis between my legs, causing embarrassing sounds to come flying out of my mouth. It feels so damn good. I fucking hate him. “No. I like coming in this fresh, tight, young cunt of yours. Maybe I like fucking a pussy that isn’t wore out. It’s your fault. You gave it to me.”

My back arches, an orgasm building. Ah, shit. Regardless of how much I like what he’s doing to me, despite his damn mouth, I’m not stroking his ego. “Fuck you.”

“What’s that? You like my big dick too? None of those high school boys can fuck like this, can they? Is that why you held out? For something better?” I’d punch him if I wasn’t getting an . . .

My toes curl and my hands clench in fists around the comforter as I try to keep from making any noises that would compliment his skill. “That’s right, baby. Come on my cock. Keep proving how much redneck country boys do it better. Even pissing you off I can still keep that pussy throbbing.”

God, what breed of male is he? Cocky ass. Sad part is he deserves the title. I grip the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. “Would you shut the fuck up and come.”

Our mouths come together, tongues brushing and rubbing, and with every hard pump into me my breasts jiggle. He exerts more of his weight on me, slowing his pace, until he finally ceases all movement except what our mouths are doing. He releases my legs, letting me relax, and suddenly we’re tangled around each other. “You should be good and limp now. What’s eating at you?”

And the moment is ruined. “Nothing. I need a shower. Can you get off me?”

“When you quit lying.”

“Who says I’m lying? I’m fine, and even if I wasn’t, it’s none of your business.”

He stands on his knees and shoves me across the bed until my neck is on the edge, my head hanging off and hair dangling. Without saying a word, he goes down on me, nearly bringing me off the bed as he sucks me into his mouth. I buck my hips, trying to get him off, but he continuously proves he’s stronger than me. He has to stop. I can’t take any more this soon, but he licks and sucks at me with purpose, drawing my body into a possessed position one would only find entertaining in acrobatics, cuss words flying out one after the other as I come again, my body lightly coated in a glossy layer of sweat.

As everything relaxes, drawing my eyes closed quickly, just wanting a nap, he comes over me and grabs my chin. “I lost my virginity when I was fifteen. A lot of girls and a lot of time has impacted me. I can go all day. You can keep lying and we can keep going or you can spill. I’m going to wear you down one way or another.”

Dick. “Are your whoring ways supposed to make you more attractive? Because it doesn’t. Hearing about you sticking it in a slew of girls makes me question my decision to let you fuck me without a condom.”

He rubs his hand up my thigh, his lips tipped to create one hell of a sexy smirk. “No it doesn’t, because we both know virgin boys suck at sex. They take your clothes off, get it in, and then by the time you start feeling good, they come. Five minutes, maybe. That’s no fun. You know good and damn well you’d rather fuck someone with experience that can play your body like an instrument.” He’s groping my boob and pinching on my nipple to harden the center, giving an example, his lips still so close to mine. “Doesn’t this feel so much better?”

I roll my eyes to avoid giving away that it actually does feel quite amazing. He doesn’t need to know. “Fine. Maybe. Now, would you get off me? I really need to shower your cum off of me, and you may not look all that big since you’re lean, but your solid muscle is heavy as hell. It’s getting harder to breathe.”

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