Hot Summer Nights

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Chapter Six

Landon

I never thought it would happen- that I'd be whipped over some chick, but here I am, fucking whipped, and she only wants one thing. Sex. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem. Normally, I'd be all over that.

But this is different. This is new territory for me, and it's infuriating. I don't know what to make of it. I know I'm good in bed. I've had enough people tell me that, but this time, I want more.

I want a relationship for the first time in my life, but she only wants my dick. What the fuck!

I'm a fucking catch!

What the hell do I need to do to make Leah see that?

My phone buzzes in my pocket. Speak of the devil! I look at the time before opening the text, 1:36 AM. I know before I see the name on the screen that it's Leah messaging me. It's been over a week since she last talked to me. That can only mean one thing...

Leah: Hey, you free?

I heave a long sigh, rubbing my hands over my face. I know what that means- she can't sleep and she's horny. It's not the first time she's sent me this message and probably won't be the last. I should ignore it, let myself figure my shit out, and not complicate things further, but I rarely do what I should when it comes to her.

She's got me by the dick. Whatever she wants, I'll fucking give her even if it hurts me in the end. I'm a fucking dumbass for letting myself fall for her if that's even what this is.

I've never had a relationship before, not really. I don't know the first thing about love or romance. What I do know is Leah has me fucked up in the head, feeling shit I've never felt before. I can't get her out of my head- or my bed, and it's messing with me big time.

I stare at my phone, tempted to shut it off and go to bed. That's what I should do- it's the only way to keep things from getting more complicated. Just turn it off, dude. Go to sleep.

But do I listen?

Nope.

The second Leah sends another message- a photo of her laying on her bed in a black lace bra- I reply immediately. Less than five minutes later, I'm bounding out to my Jeep to drive to Leah's apartment. Like I said- fucking whipped.

In no time, I pull into the parking lot in front of her place, fucking bouncing in my seat because I'm about to see her again. It's pathetic.

Locking my Jeep, I make a beeline to her door. I know what she wants from me. It's just about sex for her, nothing else. She doesn't want to give me a chance to try for something more. She'll take what she wants and send me packing.

No. Not tonight. Tonight, she owes me a conversation. She can't have my dick unless she gives me that.

Yeah, that's what I'll tell her. No talk, no cock.

My plan is set. I brace myself with a deep breath before I knock on her door. No matter how hard she tries, she can't have what she wants until she talks to me. If she refuses, I'll turn around and walk right out this door. I nod, feeling good about my plan.

It's solid. It's simple. It'll work.

The lock clicks, making my heart hammer in my chest. When Leah opens the door, I groan internally. She's wearing nothing but a sexy negligee. Fuuck!

My throat goes dry as I look her over. She's a fucking smoke show. Hot damn!

Leah hits me with a seductive smirk. "Like what you see?"

Clearing my throat, I nod as I walk inside, still determined to stick to my plan. I focus on anything but her as I force the words from my mouth. "We need to talk."

The door shuts behind Leah as she saunters toward me, stopping less than an inch from me. I feel her nails trace lines down my arm. "Orrr, we could not talk," she purrs.

Everything she's doing sends shockwaves down to my dick, making it hard to continue my plan. No, bro, stay strong!

I grab her hand when she starts trailing her fingers down my chest. "Or, we could talk," I say, trying to sound stern.

She owes you this at least.

Leah wiggles out of my grasp and moves closer, pressing her chest against me. I watch as her tits swell, making my dick strain. Damn it! Why does she have to look so good? Those tits are out of this world!

She shakes her head, tilting toward me. Her lips move closer, and closer, tempting me to take her juicy mouth into mine. Her eyes are screaming fuck me as her hand disappears between us.

I feel her grip on my shaft as she licks those luscious lips. "Fuck first, talk after."

Oh, God!

Her hand starts rubbing faster against my cock, testing my resolve. Damn it! She knows what she's doing. She knows it's only a matter of time before I crack, and she's dangerously close to succeeding.

"Fuck me, Landon."

Yep, that'll do it.

I slide my hands under Leah's ass, picking her up as her legs lock around me. I carry her to her bed, throwing my plan out the window as I give in to her once again.

I toss her on the bed before tearing off my shirt and launching myself on top of her. Our lips collide like they have so many times before. Her familiar taste has me intoxicated.

Fuck it.

I'll let her use me again and again. Maybe one of these times she'll start to feel something too. Maybe she'll realize what we have when I'm buried deep inside of her. I'll show her how I feel as I'm fucking her. She'll see that what we have is special.

That's what I tell myself as I let her take what she wants from me. I know the truth. Even if she never lets me in, I'll let her keep using me. Even if this is all she'll ever want from me, I'll keep giving it to her.

She pulls me in closer, whimpering as I settle between her legs. I can feel the heat between us as I look into her sparkling eyes. With agonizing control, I slip myself inside her, making her gasp as I push deeper inch by inch.

I want this time to be different. I want her to feel it- everything that I've been feeling, so I take things slow, slower than I've ever taken them before. Each time I push back into her, I show her a little more of my heart, giving her every piece of me. As I make her come undone, I kiss those sweet lips, surrendering myself to her just a little bit more.

When I finally let myself finish, after giving her two more incredible orgasms, her name falls from my lips. A cry of ecstasy, one I'll never get over. And this time, when she's satisfied, she doesn't immediately leave, giving me hope that things may be changing between us. Leah curls up against my chest, letting me hold her while her heart and breath slow. Even if only for a short while, I'll take it. I'll keep her as long as I can, as long as she'll let me. 

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