Chapter 5 (Landon)
It's funny how you can forget how potent an addiction is until you're indulging on the substance again.
Like Breslin's lips. Her body. Those little whimpers she makes when I teasingly brush the sides of her breasts.
My cock jerks and I groan when Breslin sweeps her tongue inside my mouth, intentionally taunting me.
I can't help but give in. It's been so long since I've had my last fix, too long.
I reach down and grab a handful of her ass and she arches against me, driving me out of my goddamn mind.
But when I stand up, shift, and back her into the desk, she breaks the kiss. “God, Landon. I'm sorry—”
“Yeah, you said that already,” I remind her as I graze my teeth along her neck.
“No, what I mean is—” Her breath catches and she moans when I bring my hand between her thighs and feel how wet she is through those leggings of hers.
She looks stunned and I can't tell if it's because of how forward I'm acting, or because of what she witnessed in my bedroom a mere few days ago.
And for some reason I can't pin-point, that ticks me off. “Look, if you're having second thoughts about me fucking you on this desk in the next minute, I suggest you get the hell out.”
Christ, even I almost wince due to how much of an asshole I'm being. But, I don't falter and I don't apologize, because every time I look at her now...all I remember is all those times I tried to get close to her. All the effort I put into our relationship that she never gave a shit about.
All the times she hurt me when she didn't return a call, a text, or showed up at 2 a.m. with some bullshit excuse about studying.
And call me crazy, but maybe this is my way of giving her a reminder of what she fucked up.
I'll never hate Breslin... I'm pretty sure I'm not capable of hating anyone. But I sure as hell can fuck her like I hate her right now.
I wait for her to protest, wait for her to walk right out that door— because she's so fucking good at that, but she doesn't.
Instead, she lays back on the desk and spreads her legs invitingly, antagonizingly. Like the little fucking temptress that she is.
I trail my fingers along her sex and her wetness pools through the fabric, saturating my fingertips.
When I come across a loose thread on my journey, I pull on it. She gasps when I tear open the crotch of her leggings a moment later, giving me a glimpse of her lacy purple panties.
Her chest rises and falls and I'm acutely aware of the way her nipples pucker through her shirt when I move those panties aside and expose her glistening pussy lips for me.
Bending down, I allow myself a moment of weakness—one taste of the sweetest pussy I've ever had when I slowly, languidly, lick a path from her opening all the way up to her clit and suckle it.
Breslin's head lolls back and her palms slap the desk, and before she can draw in her next breath, I'm unzipping my pants and pushing my cock inside her.
I don't take my time, and I'm not gentle.
I fuck her rough and fast, driving myself so deep inside her I don't know where she ends and I begin.
She slides her hand around my neck, pulling me closer, and my balls draw tight. She feels so fucking good wrapped around me, like her body wasn't meant for anyone else but me. I look into her hooded green eyes and I know what she's thinking. Because I'm thinking it too.
This is without a doubt the hottest sex we've ever had.
It's carnal, savage. And so fucking wrong considering our strange circumstances.
But that's part of what makes it so fucking good right now. I need this release, I need to fuck her like she's mine...even if it's the last time.
Groaning her name, I pump into her hard. So hard, I have to grip her hair to make sure she doesn't slide off the desk. Spots form in front of my eyes and I don't know if it's because I haven't eaten, or because I'm so close to coming.
“Touch yourself.” I sink my teeth into her neck and pull her shirt up so I can play with her tits. “I wanna see you get yourself off on my cock, right fucking now.”
Her mouth parts in surprise and she quickly drops her hand between us. I stand up and yank her to the edge of the desk so I can get a better view of both the show and my dick sliding in and out of her.
She bites her lip and circles her clit. “Like this?”
I nod and swallow back a curse when she clenches around me. She's so close, I know she is. She might not have ever let me into her head, but I know her body better than I do my own.
I snatch her hand away and slam into her in one sharp thrust, stealing her breath. When she scratches her nails down my back, I repeat the movement and she goes crazy.
She bucks her hips and grips me tighter, so tight it's almost painful as she comes undone all over my cock.
I follow her, follow her down that tunnel of ecstasy that makes my entire body hum in the sweetest pleasure there is.
And that's when one singular thought hits me like a ton of bricks—Did she come like this for Asher when he fucked her?
It's such a messed up thought and I hate myself for thinking it. But I can't prevent the way it festers and grows. Just like I can't help the jealousy that burns in my chest like a hellfire. I'm just not sure if it's jealousy that's geared more toward her or him.
“Did he fuck you nice and hard too?” I rasp before I can take the words back.
Her breath stutters in her chest and she gapes at me.
And similar to the way the air around us changed before...it does again. Only this time, it transforms into something dark and threatening. There's so much pain in her eyes, my stomach rolls and I immediately regret what I said...or rather, I regret the look of utter heartache on her face.
“Get off me,” she croaks, slapping my chest. “Get the fuck off me.”
I push off her almost instantly, the remorse I feel now twisting my guts. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me or why I'm letting this vicious envy I feel chew me up and spit me out like this.
She jumps off the desk. “You really have some nerve, especially considering the circumstances.”
The impact of her words hit me right in the chest and I cup her face in my hands. “I'm sorry, Bre. I'm so fucking sorry.”
And I am. Even though I know the truth about what happened with her and Asher. Or should I say, his side of things—I know her side too. I know how much he hurt her.
I know I hurt her, too.
She turns her head away, like she can't bear to look at me and that only makes this feeling worse. “Let me go, Landon.”
There are tears in her eyes as I back up and I swear to God, I've never felt like more of an asshole before in my life.
She pulls her shirt back down and runs to the door, but not before she turns around to look at me. “And to answer your question. Yeah, he fucked me hard.” There's a pause that I feel all the way down to my bones before she whispers, “So hard I broke.”