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“No,
keep them open. Watch me, baby. Watch as I eat you out.”

She
looked down and watched him be filthy, but only in the best way. He spread her
pussy lips wide, her clit tingling as he ran his tongue up and down her cleft,
dipping it into her pussy hole and then moving the muscle up to her clit. He
sucked the hard little bud in his mouth, and grunted around it, sending little
vibrations through her whole body.

The
warmth and wetness, the friction and motions set off another orgasm in her, and
she didn’t hold off her cry this time.

“Landon,”
she whispered, gasped his name.

“Yeah,
baby, that’s it.”

He
lapped up her juices like he was sucking on a lollipop, and a gasp left her.
Her pleasure just kept rising. Before her orgasm ended he was standing, grabbed
her waist, and turned her around.

Landon
placed a hand on the center of her back, and pushed her forward. With her chest
flat against the counter, and the only article of clothing she had on was her
shirt, she was exposed for whatever he wanted to do.

But
it seemed he didn’t want her shirt on either, because in the next instant he
had the fabric up and over her head. Her breasts were against the chilled
counter, and she panted, closing her eyes at the sensations moving through her.
Her nipples beaded up, and Landon reached around and cupped the mounds. While
he touched her breasts and pulled at her nipples, he started thrusting his
sweatpants-covered cock against her bare ass.

He
moved a hand away from her breasts, and then she heard the rustling of
clothing. Her anticipation spiked.

And
when the length of his hot cock pressed against her ass, she lifted on her toes
again, needing him so badly.

“I’m
going to fuck you so good, Lyric baby.”

She
bit her lip.

“You
want that, want my big dick in you?”

“Yes,”
she wheezed out.

“Good,
because I’m going to fill up your tight pussy until you can’t stretch anymore
for me.” His mouth was right by her ear now, his words erotic and sending lust
to every cell in her body. He moved his hand between them, gripped her inner
thigh, and pushed her legs apart even more. She looked over her shoulder to see
him lean slightly back so he could look down at the parts of her that were on
display.

“So
fucking hot,” he murdered. “Your cunt and ass are all open, spread for me.
Fuck,” he groaned out that last word. He used his fingers to spread her
moisture around, and sliding them up until he was pressing those wet digits
against her asshole. She gasped, never before having had anyone touch her back
there.

“God
damn, I want to fuck you so badly back here,” he whispered against her ear, and
before she could respond he was back on his haunches and spreading her ass
cheeks apart. His mouth was on her back hole, and she felt her eyes widen.
Gripping the edge of the counter, she held on as he licked and sucked at a spot
on her body no one had ever explored before.

It
wasn’t unpleasant, and instead a feeling totally different, and very arousing.
H gave her ass one more lick, and then stood behind her again. She felt the tip
of his cock nudge at the entrance of her pussy. She swallowed roughly, her
throat so dry it felt like she’d been eating cotton. He kept his fingers curled
around her hips as he pushed his cock into her. He was so thick and large his
girth and length stretched her to the point where the pleasure and pain mixed.
It felt so good.

More
and more he pushed into her.

When
he was seated balls deep inside of her body, they both groaned in unison

“So
good and tight, hot and fucking
mine
.
His words had her pussy walls contracting around his dick. He started to move
in and out of her, her pussy juices making his thrusting fluid and slick. The
sound of their sweat slicked skin slapping together was loud in the room, and
hot as hell.

Landon
increased his pumping, held her waist even tighter, and the pain and pleasure
continued to rise, to morph into something so powerful she knew she’d come
again. His balls slapped against her clit and sent shocks of ecstasy through
her. She rested her forehead on the counter, and all she could do was hold on
and ride this out. Every time he slammed into her, he would grunt out the most
deliciously filthy things. It was erotic and torturous at the same time.

He
reached in front of her and cupped her breast, grabbing her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. And when he slammed into her especially hard, she bowed
her back and groaned out as her climax crested inside of her.

“Yeah.
Fuck yes, baby. Squeeze that fucking cunt on me, draw the spunk from my dick.”

“Oh,
God. Landon.” Her pussy contracted around his dick and drew deep moans from
him. She cried out as she rode out the pleasure, slamming her hips back on him,
and fucking herself and taking all of it.

“Wait,”
she managed to gasp out. “No condom.” She realized they’d been careless. Landon
pulled out of her, cursing, and flipped her around. He lifted her easily onto
the counter, spread her thighs, and grabbed his glistening cock.

His
body was tense, the muscle and sinew that lay just beneath the golden skin
standing out fiercely. He moved closer, grabbed her shoulder, and gently pushed
her back on the counter. “Spread more for me. Let me see that ass.”

She
was breathing so hard, her pulse beating in her ears, pumping in her throat.
She did as he said, and when he moved another step closer, placed his finger at
her pussy hole, and gathered her moisture to place it at her asshole, everything
in her froze.

“It’s
okay, baby,” he whispered, and she knew it would be. She’d never had anal
before, but she knew she wanted this with Landon. She wanted everything with
him.

He
had really primed her ass with her pussy juices, and when he placed the tip of
his dick at her back entrance, she could do nothing but hold onto the edge of
the counter and take him all. Looking over her shoulder still, she kept her
gaze with his. Landon started gently pushing his cock into her asshole. He was
breathing so hard the definition in his chest was a startling contrast to
everything else. It hurt, slightly burned, but she wanted to experience this
with him.

“It’s
so fucking good, Lyric,” he said on a groan and grabbed her waist, holding her
steady so he could fuck her. Once he was past the tight ring of muscle he slid
all the way in. They both made these noises in the back of their throats.

Landon
held still for a moment, maybe because he was giving her time to adjust, or
maybe he was losing control himself. Either way he didn’t move for several
seconds.

“I
need to fuck you,” he said in this slightly husky voice.

Their
bodies were sweat slicked, their skin moving together erotically, filthily, but
only in the best of ways.

She
licked her lips and nodded. “Then fuck me.”

He
clenched his jaw and started pulling out and sliding back into her ass. The
sensations were like nothing she’d ever felt before. She was filled, and he was
stretching every part of her. Lyric didn’t know if she could get off on this
alone, but it didn’t matter because he placed a thumb on her clit a second
later and started rubbing the little bud back and forth, as if he was intent on
having her come for him.

Over
and over he did this, her pussy wet, juicy for him, and her climax rising the
longer he rubbed her clit, the more he fucked her ass.

“Come
for me, Lyric.”

And
just like that, as if his words were the ignition and her body the machine, she
threw her head back and let the pleasure claim her. He kept the steady
thrusting in her ass, but was gentler as he rubbed her clit, maybe knowing how
sensitive she was. When the pleasure dimmed and she forced her eyes open it was
to see he was barely holding on.

“I
can’t hold off anymore.”

She
reached out and cupped his cheek. “Then don’t, Landon.”

He
groaned loudly, and never took his eyes from her as he pulled out of her ass,
grabbed his dick, and started stroking himself from root to tip feverishly. She
lowered her gaze to watch him jerk off and saw pre-cum form at the tip of his
cock before dripping to the floor.

“I’m
coming, baby.”

The
sight of his spunk erupting from the tip of his shaft had her body shaking, her
climax small but substantial and everlasting.

Jet
after jet of milky white jizz shot out of the tip of his cock, covering her
inner thighs and lower belly, and having her eyes widen at the sight. His cum
was hot and slick, and a part of her wanted to rub it into her body, making
sure she smelled like him, was branded by him.

What in the hell has gotten into
you?

When
he was finished coming he groaned loudly, his focus on her body where his cum
covered her. “So fucking hot, Lyric.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
Their sweat-slicked chests rubbed together, and her nipples hardened even more
from the friction.

“You’re
mine, and fuck anyone that thinks they can tell me differently.”

Chapter
Eleven

His
mother and stepdad had come up just an hour ago. Lyric was in her room, Brent
was taking a shower, and his mother was on the couch reading a book. Landon
stood in the doorway, watching his mom, the fireplace on, the lights low, and
everything silent. He was a shitty son, always putting his mom through grief
because of what he did and how he acted. He leaned against the doorframe, and
the wood creaked. His mom glanced up from her book and looked over at him. She
smiled, and despite the fact he wasn’t a good son, she genuinely looked happy
to see him.

“Hey,
sweetheart.” She set the book down and sat up on the couch more, the blanket on
her legs rising up, her feet peeking out from the bottom. “Come sit next to me
for a few minutes.”

He
pushed off the doorframe and walked into the living room. Once he was on the
couch beside her, he watched the fire. It was electric, so there was no
crackling of wood as the flames licked across them, and he wished there was,
because the silence was deafening.

“You
okay?” she asked, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. For a long time he’d
wanted to talk to her, to apologize, try to find a reason why he acted the way
he did, but he never had the balls, so to speak, to talk to her about any of
it. He’d always closed himself off, kept himself boxed off from the world, and
let his mother see him as this worthless asshole.

She doesn’t think that about you.

A
little voice in him said over and over again, and of course he knew she loved
him, but he also saw the disappointment in her face more times than not.
Looking over at her, he just said what he should have said a long time ago.
“I’m sorry for being a disappointment, for always getting into trouble, and for
making your life hell, Mom.”

Her
eyes widened, the shock on her face clear. No doubt she was surprised as fuck
that he’d just said that. He didn’t know what it was about right now that made
him be a man, a decent son, and actually say that to his mom. Maybe it was
because he felt his emotions flood open because of Lyric, or maybe he was just
so damn tired of the life he was leading, and keeping the people he cared about
at a distance?

He
felt his mom place her hand on his, and he glanced over at her, not realizing
he’d been looking at the floor.

“You’re
not a disappointment, Landon. I love you, no matter what you do or how much
trouble you get into.” She smiled softly, and gave his hand a squeeze. “I don’t
know what’s gotten you to open up, but it’s nice talking to you again.”

He
nodded once, not sure what to say after that.

“And
you don’t make my life hell, honey. I won’t pretend to understand the things
you do, but never think you’re a disappointment to me.”

“I
know you think I became like this because Dad left, or became worse, but that’s
not why.”

“No?”
she asked.

He
shook his head, breathing out. “I won’t lie and say him leaving us didn’t piss
me off, and I used that rage for selfish, destructive purposes, but I already
had that anger in me.”

“And
the boxing helps you,” she stated without forming it like a question.

He
nodded again. “Yeah, it’s my outlet. It gives me stability, makes me level.
Maybe you’ll never know what I mean—”

“I
understand, Landon.” She smiled again.

He
smiled back. They sat there for several minutes, not speaking, just watching
the fire. Soon the sound of someone coming down the stairs became louder, and
he looked over his shoulder to see Brent standing in the doorway.

“You
ready for bed, love?” He was looking at Landon’s mom.

His
mother still had her hand on his, and she gave it a pat. “You want to talk
more?”

He
shook his head. “Nah, I think I should go to bed, too. I’m working out in the
morning.”

“Okay,
honey, but I’m always here if you want to talk. In fact I hope you and I can do
it more often.” She gave one more pat to his hand, and then stood. He watched
her and Brent leave, and before his stepdad ascended the stairs he looked over
at Landon and smiled. Landon wished he were a better person to them, because
they were incredible to him, his faults and all.

****

The next day

Lyric
had this funny feeling inside of her, and she tightened her hand on her bag as
she left homeroom and made her way to her locker. The weekend had been pretty
incredible with Landon, and she had the soreness to prove it, but that
funniness she felt wasn’t because of Landon. As soon as she’d arrived at school
all she’d been able to think about was Devon, and what would happen. Would he
be in school today? Would he remember what he’d tried to do to her, or was he
too drunk? Would he go after Landon because of it?

She
went to her locker, and after she’d put her books in it and shut the door she
turned and looked for Landon. He’d left early in the morning to work out before
school, which was what he did every day. His determination was impressive and
also admirable, but ever since they’d become … whatever they were, her need to
see him had increased.

They
hadn’t told their parents for obvious reasons, but she knew they’d need to
sooner rather than later. Hiding what they felt for each other wasn’t something
she wanted to do. Lyric didn’t want to have to sneak around, but waiting until
they finished their senior year, which was quickly approaching, might be better
anyway.

Landon
had sent her a text well before she’d gotten up in the morning, and she still
smiled at the thought of it.

 
Landon:
I swear I can still smell you on me,
Lyric. Leaving you, even if only for a few hours, seems like a special kind of
torture made just for me.

The
bell rang for her next class, and she made her way down the hall, but
remembered she’d left the notebook she’d need in her locker. She rushed over to
it, and had to try three times to get the right combination to her locker
before the damn thing opened. The hallway was deserted as everyone went into their
classes, and once she had the book and the locker was shut, she turned. Her
focus was on the book and her backpack, but they both fell to the ground as she
slammed into someone.

Looking
up, she thought for a second it might be Landon, but she felt her eyes widen as
she looked into Devon’s beat to hell face. He had a split lip, a black and blue
swollen eye, and a nasty bruise covering one side of his face. His expression
was rage-filled as he stared at her made it clear he remembered exactly what
had happened.

Lyric
took a step back, and she came in contact with the lockers. Looking around, she
saw the hallway was deserted.

“You
bitch,” Devon growled out. He took a step forward, and she held her hand out.

“Don’t
come closer,” she managed to say. The fear she felt was so real her hands
shook.

“You
see what your fucking brother did to me, to my face?”

“He’s
not my brother.”

God, why did you say that?
Correcting him is the least of your problems.

Devon
grinned, but made a pained expression for an instant, probably because the cut
on his lip stretched. “I don’t give a fuck what he is to you. He did this to
me, because of you, and now I’m going to do something to you, Lyric.”

“He
did that to you because of what you were about to do to me, asshole.”He placed
a hand on the locker by her head. “I’m going to do something to you that makes
you hurt as much as I do right now, that’ll make you remember me for the rest
of your life.” His breath smelled stale, and his dark eyes seemed colder. “I
might have let you feel good at the party after I’d gotten off, but now,” he
shook his head, “now I’m just going to make you hurt, to bleed. I’m going to
make you my bitch, Lyric, my fucking slut.”

He
moved back an inch, his focus on her eyes. She felt her fear rise, but she also
felt her anger heighten as well. Taking a deep breath in, she brought her hand
up and slapped him right across the face. The shock on his face was there for a
second, but then it morphed into fury. His cheek turned a vibrant red, her
handprint showing up.

She
opened her mouth to scream out, but before a sound left her Devon was pulled
away and thrown against the other side of the lockers. Landon stood between her
and Devon, his hands at his fists by his side, his chest rising and falling. He
looked over his shoulder at her for a second, and she saw rage cover his
features.

“You
okay?”

She
licked her lips and nodded. Looking at Devon, she saw him right himself, his
lip curling in anger.

God, this isn’t going to end well.

****

Landon
knew as soon as he went to school Monday morning that shit was going to happen.
There were hushed murmurs when he walked by, people seeming even more
apprehensive about him, more afraid. Or maybe they just knew what was coming
before he had? But honestly, none of this shit mattered. They’d be graduating
soon, he knew he wanted Lyric as his, and everything else was just background
noise.

And
then as he’d walked into the hallway, running late for his class, feeling pissy
because he hadn’t yet seen Lyric, he stopped at the scene before him. That was
when instinct, rage, and the beast that came out when he boxed, rose to the
front. Seeing Devon close to Lyric, using his body to push her against the
lockers, had everything in Landon turning red with anger.

Devon
turned around and snarled. “I’m going to beat your ass,” Devon said right
before he turned away from Lyric and came barreling toward Landon. Devon was a
big guy, a football player for the school, and a total asshole. Devon swung
out, but Landon was ready. He ducked and slammed his fist into Devon’s gut.
Devon grunted out, stood upright again, and looked at Lyric.

“You
don’t fucking look at her,” Landon growled out. If this fucker wanted to go a
round, Landon was more than ready to kick his ass once and for all.

****

Lyric
saw Landon’s mouth moving, saw his face become red from his anger, and knew the
fight would not end well. Landon and Devon were kind of similar in size,
although Landon was more muscular. If Devon didn’t know Landon boxed than he’d
find out soon enough that he was no match.

All
she could hear was the sound of her heart beating in her ears, and as much as
she wanted to stop this from happening, she was frozen in place.

And
then the two started really going at it. Landon didn’t take the punches that
Devon was throwing, and everything escalated quickly, so fast she couldn’t even
think straight. Should she get help? She didn’t want Landon getting in trouble,
but then again she wanted Devon to hurt, to feel what it was like to be brought
down to the ground.

She
moved to the side when they went to the ground, both of them throwing hits now,
blood coming from Devon’s nose and mouth, and the testosterone in the air
suffocating her, covering her. People started coming out of the classrooms from
the sound of the guys fighting, the students gasping, some getting their phones
out to take pictures and videos, and teachers shouting for them to stop.

“Holy
shit,” one student said.

Devon
and Landon were now standing, and Landon was going to town on Devon, throwing
punches at his stomach and kidneys.

“Damn,
Landon knows what he’s doing,” another person said.

Devon
got a shot in to Landon’s side, but Landon didn’t even flinch.

“Landon’s
a beast,” another student said.

“Stop,”
Lyric whispered, finally finding her voice, but her throat was tight, her head
fuzzy, and everything around her seemed like it was slow motion. She had to
stop this, had to defuse it. “Stop,” Lyric said louder.

The
guys didn’t stop though, and as Devon grunted and cursed at Landon, swung out,
his anger making him sloppy, uncoordinated, all she could do was watch in
horror. She pushed past her shock and moved toward them. It was stupid, and she
knew that she could get hurt, but she didn’t want Landon going to jail, which
was a big possibility since this had escalated so quickly, and he was an adult.

“Landon,
stop, please. He’s not worth it.”

They
turned from her, still swinging, still grappling, and then Devon turned his
focus on her. He looked like a monster right then, his face a mask of
distortion and anger. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, yanked her
forward, and then tossed her against the lockers hard enough that her head
cracked back on the metal and she gasped out in pain. The side of her face had
made contact, as well, and she felt the instant throbbing and heat.

“Oh
my God,” someone said.

“He
just knocked her around like a ragdoll,” someone else yelled.

She
shook her head, and looked at Landon. He was staring at her, his eyes hard,
this frigid expression on his face having her hold her breath. A few girls came
over to her, making sure she was okay. She stood, dizzy, but told them she was
fine and moved away from them. Lyric placed a hand on the side of her face,
felt the tenderness, but couldn’t take her focus off Landon. He was standing
still, looking at Devon, and she knew he was about to end this.