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She
relaxed, not realizing how tense she’d grown. He pulled out until the tip was
almost all the way out of her, and then in one swift, consuming move, he buried
all of his thick inches into her pussy. Searing, white-hot pain and pleasure
had her crying out.

“Fuck
yeah, baby.” He said those words over and over, his eyes closed now, his jaw
locked tight. Her inner muscles clenched around him of their own accord,
causing deep, whisper-like moans and curses to come from him. That intense
stretching soon faded as the pleasure took its place. She smoothed her hands
down his back, feeling his muscles clench and tense beneath her fingertips.

He
had his eyes open again, had his forearms straight right beside her temples,
and looked down at where he was buried inside of her. His face was a mask of
dark eroticism. Never taking his eyes off of her pussy, he started moving in
and out of her, slow at first but gradually picking up speed. The sounds that
came from him were animal-like, but then again she was not exactly being quiet
either.

The
pleasure turned to something darker, more carnal, and before she knew it she
lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, needing him as deep as he could go,
wanting her pussy filled all the way. The ecstasy stole her breath, had her
lips parted, and trying to get air into her lungs seemed almost impossible.

 
Perspiration covered his face and chest. Lyric
let her gaze travel down to his lower stomach, and felt her arousal grow
tenfold at the way the muscles of his abdomen contracted in stark clarity, his
six-pack so pronounced she knew she could have gotten off on that sight alone.

“Lyric,”
he said her name on a groan, and when he tilted his head back the tendons of
his neck stood out, the strain in his body clear. “You feel so fucking good.
You’re so tight and wet.” He slammed into her hard, and her eyes rolled back as
ecstasy claimed her.

“Landon,”
she managed to gasp out his name, crying it out like a wounded animal.

“Say
my name again,” he grunted out.

“Landon,
God, Landon.”

He
hummed in approval, and she felt the sting of pain as he grabbed her hair,
pulling her head to the side and latching his mouth onto her throat he ran his
teeth along her neck, being rough, forceful.

She
loved every minute of it.

Over
and over he worked his cock into her, hitting a sensitive spot inside of her
repeatedly, having this heat move through her. And then he slammed into her so
hard she moved up an inch on the bed. The climax that claimed her was swift,
body numbing.

“Yeah,
Lyric.” He kept fucking her. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my dick.” He
breathed harder, so hard that was all she could hear, even over the sounds of
his cock slapping against her cunt. She closed her eyes as the pleasure was
just too much, too intense.

“No,
look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes as you get off.”

Forcing
her eyes open, Lyric looked into his face, saw it morph into something almost
violent in nature.

God, he’s getting off.

His
orgasm started to change his expression, had his face becoming like steel, his
jaw clenching tighter. He started thrusting into her even harder. Once, twice,
and on the third pump he bottomed out inside of her, the root of his dick
hitting her clit. The pleasure that contorted his face was a visual orgasm all
on its own.

He
didn’t look away from her while he came, and all she could do was ride this out
as he got off. Her inner muscles still contracted from her previous orgasm, and
although she wasn’t getting off right along with him, having him deep inside of
her felt so good. When he finally stopped thrusting like a madman, he relaxed
and breathed out.

He
hung his head between his shoulders, his arms shaking as if it were taking his
strength just to hold himself up over her. All Lyric could do was watch, stare
in awe at the fact she’d just had sex with Landon, that she’d been the one to
cause this reaction, this exhaustion in him. After several more seconds of just
holding himself up, he rolled off of her and lay down beside her, breathing
hard.

She
turned onto her side, not sure what to say, or if she should say anything at
all.
 
She took in his body as he lay
there, an arm thrown over his eyes. Sweat beaded along his hard body, and every
time he exhaled his abdomen contracted, showing her the outline of his muscles.
His cock, although softening, was still so big as it rested on his thigh, the
condom glossy from her juices, the tip filled with his cum.

She
was about to turn onto her back again, but before she could roll over he
cleared his throat, stopping her.

“Come
closer, Lyric,” he said deeply. He turned his head and looked at her. She
shifted over to him, and then he had his arm around her, pulling her flush with
his hard, sweaty body. She rested her head on his chest, and she listened as
the swift beat of his heart slowed to a normal rhythm.

There
were no words for what they had done, at least none that she could actually
profess. The emotion had been tangible, clear, and it was strange how much her
feelings for Landon had opened up in such a short time.

“Landon?”
she said his name softly.

“Yeah,
baby?” He smoothed his hand down her back, letting the tips of his fingers
trail along her spine, right over her ass.

She
closed her eyes, not able to stop herself from smiling at the endearment. “What
does this all mean?”

He
was silent for a moment, maybe too silent for her comfort. But she didn’t move
from off of his chest. “What do you want this to mean?”

She
hadn’t known what to expect him to say, but it wasn’t that. “What do
you
want it to mean?” She threw the
question back at him.

He
turned onto his side, and she tilted her head back to look up at him. For a
second all he did was stare down at her, and she felt the heat from his gaze
warming her all over again.

“I
want it to mean you’re mine.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly, and she
couldn’t help but moan against him. “I want it to mean no one else will have
you, Lyric.”

I want that, too.

“Do
you want that, baby?”

“Yeah,”
she said instantly, wanting it more than she ever thought she would.

“We’ll
deal with everything else, but right now this is just about you and me.”

She
rested her head on his chest again, had her hand on the hard, defined six-pack
of his abdomen, and nodded. “It’s just about you and me.”

He
held her tightly, and she let herself relax against him, let her eyes close as
sleep started to take control. She’d never felt this comfortable with anyone,
never felt this close with anyone before. Lyric knew being with Landon might
cause a whole slew of problems for them, especially from people and what they
thought, and of course her dad and his mom, but she didn’t care. She was
falling hard for the bad boy.

Chapter
Ten

The following day

The
only thing Lyric had been able to think about since last night was Landon.
Hell, she couldn’t stop thinking about it, especially since she was so damn
sore between her thighs she couldn’t even sit without wincing. But that
knowledge, the realization of why she was so sensitive, had heat and desire
moving through her.

Landon
had left early this morning to go work out, but he’d been gone for a few hours
now. They’d fallen asleep on the bed beside each other, and she wondered if he
regretted it. She didn’t, and wanted more with him. Lyric didn’t want this just
to be a one-time occurrence, something that happened because of the situation.

Her
cell went off, and she saw it was a text from her dad.

Dad:
You
doing okay, sweetheart?

She
typed her reply.

Everything is good,
Dad. How’s the anniversary vacation going?

Dad:
Good.
We’re visiting a winery right now. I’d call you, but there is a tour guide. I
just wanted to check in with you guys. Laura is worried about Landon.

She
thought about her stepmom, new she was concerned for Landon.

He’s at the gym.

Of
course she didn’t know that for sure, but she had a pretty good guess since he
worked out a lot during the weekend before he had to be at his construction
job.

We’re fine. Don’t
worry.

Dad:
Call me if you need anything. We’ll be
busy all day, so if I don’t answer I’ll call you back as soon as I can. I love
you, honey.

She
smiled.

I love you guys, too.
Tell Laura not to worry and have a good time.

She
set the phone on the table, and instantly the house became still and silent
again. The tea in front of her had been sitting there, getting cold, as she
thought about last night. Lyric didn’t know what to do about any of this,
didn’t know what Landon wanted to do. What would their parents think if they
decided to take this further?

You’re jumping ahead of yourself.
He may not want anything more to do with you. There weren’t any declarations of
anything more being professed.

Covering
her face with her hands, she shifted on the chair and gasped slightly, that
soreness there making her want Landon all over again. He’d been so big, so
thick and long, and he’d taken her like he wanted her above anything or anyone
else. He’d made her forget about what had happened, what could have happened if
he hadn’t come to her rescue.

“What
in the hell are you going to do?” she whispered to herself and dropped her
hands to the table, staring out the kitchen window across from her. Just then
she heard the sound of Landon’s truck pulling into the driveway. Her body had
an instant reaction of getting tight, sweat starting to form between her
breasts, her nipples hardening, and her pussy becoming wet.

Oh my God. I’ve become this fiend
for him, and only after one night.

Lyric
didn’t move from her seat when she heard the car door shut, and then a moment
later heard the front door open and close. She looked into the entryway, but
couldn’t see anything but a swatch of the foyer. She saw Landon toss his large
black workout bag on the ground, and then she saw him step into view. He didn’t
notice her right away as he was busying messing with his phone, so she took a
second to stare at him.

His
dark hair was wet, probably from his shower at the gym, and the gray shirt he
wore was form fitting, his muscles very pronounced. He wore a pair of black,
loose sweatpants, and the sneakers on his feet didn’t make him look any less
badass. She didn’t know if she should say something, anything to try to break
the silence, to see how he was going to act toward her. He finally lifted his
head and looked in her direction. His green gaze clashed with hers, and she
felt her mouth dry. He was so attractive, so powerful. Ever since they’d had
sex she’d realized she wanted something more with Landon. Lyric couldn’t see
him any differently, not after everything.

Standing,
she had her hands in front of her, twisted her fingers together, and hated that
she was this nervous. But she didn’t know what to think, how to react, because
they’d fallen asleep in her bed last night, but she’d woken up alone.

“You
talk to your dad or my mom today?” he asked and stepped into the kitchen, his
big body corded with muscles, and the very feminine part of her fully
appreciating it.

She
nodded, not knowing if she could form words right now. That’s how nervous she
was.

“That’s
good,” he said again, and moved a step closer. She stayed in place, not sure if
she should face this head on, or just run away because it was becoming awkward.
The silence stretched out even more, and they continued to hold each other’s
gazes.

“I—”
she managed to say, but then snapped her mouth closed. “I don’t know what to
say.” She needed to force the words out, because this weird silence, this
heaviness in the air, was too much.

Landon
didn’t say anything, but he moved closer and closer still, until he was now
only a foot from her. It was then that Lyric actually took a step back, as if
her body was working on its own. She wasn’t afraid of him, but of herself, of
how much she cared about him. It was so strange that all it took was their time
at the creek, an encounter after his shower, and then of course the party and
night of incredible sex, to have this floodgate of emotion open up in her. She
looked at Landon as someone she wanted to be with, someone that she wanted to
share everything with. It was intense, crazy and scary, but it was real.

Her
ass was pressed to the side of the counter now, her retreat stopping. But that
was good, because she didn’t need to run. She needed to face this head on.

“You
seem nervous,” he said in a low, but steady voice.

“Maybe
that’s because you’re looking at me like that.”

He
lifted a brow. “And what way is that?”

She
swallowed the lump in her throat. “Like you have something to say, and I might
not like it.

He
didn’t answer for several long seconds, just continued to stare into her eyes.

“That’s
all?” His voice held challenge.

She
knew what he wanted to know, and she knew she shouldn’t be embarrassed or
worried about speaking the truth. Lying wouldn’t help any of this, and she
wouldn’t get any answers. So, steeling herself, Lyric just said what she was
thinking and feeling.

“I’m
nervous because after last night…” She didn’t even know how to finish that
sentence. She hadn’t told Marie about what happened, hadn’t even known what
she’d say if she wanted to tell anyone. Until she knew where Landon stood,
she’d just keep her mouth shut.

“You’re
nervous about last night?”

She
nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know where this puts us.” Her entire body felt like it
was shaking, and his close proximity didn’t dim her nerves.

He
closed his eyes for a second and breathed out. When he placed his hands on the
counter beside her, she rose on her toes a little. His erection pressed against
her belly and sent heat through her, but also shock. He was hard for her, but
that didn’t mean he wanted anything more than being physical.

“If
I told you want I want, I might scare you, Lyric,” he said and opened his eyes,
looking at her with this bared expression.

“Try
me,” Lyric whispered, wanting to know what he thought, how he felt, even if it
wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

“I
want you,” was all he said at first, and then he leaned in an inch. “I really
fucking want you, but us being together might really fuck things up, Lyric.”

“How?”
Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Our
parents for starters.”

“You
never seemed like the type of guy that cared what others thought.” Of course
she’d thought about what people would think and say, especially her father and
his mother, but that didn’t mean she’d let that dictate what she wanted.

“I
shouldn’t care, but I do. I care about what our folks will say. I care about
how people will treat you if we’re together.”

God, he wants to be with me?

“I
felt something when we were at the creek, Landon. I felt this connection, even
if our conversation was limited.”

He
made this low, deep sound, and pressed his dick against her belly even further.
“I felt something, too, Lyric, even if being with you is crossing a line.”

“There
shouldn’t be any lines to begin with, Landon.”

He
groaned, and then he was kissing her. He had his mouth on hers, the possession
clear in the way he dominated her. She moaned, reached out and steadied herself
with her hands on his biceps, and let him take control. He started licking at
her lips, and speared his tongue into the confines of her mouth.

Their
tongues pressed against each other, but she wasn’t trying to fight him, wasn’t
trying to gain supremacy. She just wanted to submit to him, to let Landon claim
her.

That sounds so primal, so
animalistic.

She
spread her legs, and he stepped between them, his cock so hard, so pronounced.

“This
is what I’ve been thinking about, Lyric. Ever since I left you sleeping in bed,
your hair scattered along the pillow, and the scent of me covering you, I’ve
had a hard time thinking of anything else,” he murmured against her mouth. “I
was working out, not to train for boxing, but to get the need to be with you
again out of my system.”

She
panted, looked right into his eyes, and felt her arousal heighten to a fever
pitch.

“Did
it work?”

He
grunted and kissed her again for several seconds. “Fuck no.”

She
breathed out hard.

“I
swear I could smell you on my skin, feel you all over me.” He ran his tongue
along her lips. He then moved his mouth down her neck and started sucking at
her throat. “You smell sweet, like vanilla, but there is also a hint of lemon.
It’s so fucking hot.” He emphasized his point by grinding his shaft into her
stomach, his low groan sending her desire higher. His hand slipped between
their bodies, his mouth still licking and sucking at her throat as he started
to unbutton and unzip her shorts. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”

She
did as he said, needing him to put out the burn in her.

He
speared his hand beneath her panties, his fingers sliding down her slit,
spreading her lips wide so that she had to bite her lips to stem off her moan
of pleasure.

“No,
don’t hold back. It’s just you and I, baby. Scream for me if you have to.”

Her
mouth opened on a silent cry, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

She
let her head fall back as his other hand snaked behind her and gripped her ass
cheek, clenching and unclenching on the globe until she was wantonly thrusting
her hips at him. His finger teased the opening of her pussy, dipping in partly
before pulling the digit out and running small circles around her clit.

“Fuck,
you’re so damn wet for me, so juicy my hand is getting soaked.”

She
closed her eyes again, the pleasure so intense it was leaving her breathless.
His mouth moved to her braless breasts, the thin t-shirt she wore hardly a
barrier as his mouth went to work on her nipple. He didn’t bother removing her
shirt, just bit and licked, sucked and massaged the mound through the material
until she was panting and dizzy, unable to even think clearly.

“I’m
so fucking hard for you,” he grunted those words out. “Take off the bottoms,
baby. Let me see that wet pussy. Let me taste you.”

With
shaky fingers she did just that, letting the material slide down her hips and
pool around her feet. She kicked the shorts away, and then started to push her
panties down her legs. The chill from the air brushed along her pussy lips, and
a shiver went through her. His fingers went back to work, spreading her labia
wide, and using his thumbs to move her moisture around until she was so slick
her juices felt like they were sliding down her thigh.

“I
need to taste this pretty cunt of yours.” And then he dropped to his knees,
kept her lips spread for him, and sucked her clit into his mouth. She watched
him, the small bundle of nerves red and swollen from his ministrations, from
her arousal. He had his focus on her while he tormented her, teased every part
of her.

While
still watching her, he ran his tongue along her clit, sucking the engorged bud
into his mouth until she was shaking. And when he pulled an inch away from her
she could see a thin line of saliva still connecting his mouth to her pussy.
That was all she needed, that visual stimulus, to have her orgasm explode
through her.

“God,
Landon.” She thrust her breasts out, her ass digging into the edge of the
counter, her feet lifted so she was on her toes, and the pleasure coursing
through her. She closed her eyes, but Landon’s deep growl had her snapping her
eyes open.