Landon's Obsession: An Endless Series: Book 3 (Series 3) (2 page)

     Shit! That was weird.

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     I swam awake gradually, slightly hung-over, in one of
Tommy’s ten spare bedrooms. His three day bash had ended last night and I’d
ended up crashing here for the last two nights. Tommy was one of my teammates
on the lacrosse team so I’d been over to his house countless times, and crashed
here nearly as many. He’d had many a party throughout our high school years.
He’d made it so the rest of us didn’t have to bother generating one.

     Movement next to me had me glancing over to find that
some chick was in the bed with me. I frowned; I was pretty damn sure I’d gone
to bed alone last night, even locking the door behind me. There definitely shouldn’t
someone in the bed with me this morning, and I didn’t like the idea of some
chick sneaking in here when I’d locked the door behind me. I mean, get a
fucking clue.

     The girl turned over, facing me, and I groaned at who
it was. Fucking, Crissy Lake! Her eyes were opening and she went from deep
sleep to sex siren in two seconds flat.

     “Hey, baby. Good morning.” She drawled croakily.

     “What the hell are you doing in here? The fucking door
was locked.” I growled angrily.

     There was a flicker in her pale blue eyes at my anger
but her siren expression remained. I had no doubt she learned it from the
cradle. She leaned up on her elbow and the sheet dropped to her waist revealing
naked breasts. My morning wood automatically swelled further. I was eighteen
and breasts were breasts, and I wasn’t too picky about what size they came in
as long as there was something there. And Crissy had a generous full c-cup.

     However, my anger was overriding any desire for her
this morning.

     She laid her hand on my chest and purred. “We’ve never
had morning sex before and I thought you might like to start the day off with a
bang.”

     Crissy and I were the same age, had gone to the same
high school, as well as the same country club. She had long blonde hair, was
expensively attractive, and stacked. We had hooked up routinely at parties when
it was convenient, and when there was no one else there available. She knew the
score…at least I thought she did. This sneaking into my room was saying
something else entirely.

     “I like sleeping alone,” I snarled. “And I’m pretty
sure I’ve told you that numerous fucking times before.”

     I made a move to leave the bed but Crissy’s hand had
been traveling down my abdomen, not at all put out it seemed by my anger, to
latch onto my hard cock. I froze in my departure because she held one of my
most beloved parts, rather firmly, and I didn’t want her hanging on as I tried
pulling away.

     That would not be a pleasant feeling.

     “Auh, come on, Landon. From what I’ve heard you’ve
never had morning sex, because you never stick around long enough to experience
it. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.” She moved to straddle me.

     “Don’t.” I bit out crossly, pissed off that she wasn’t
listening to me.

     Her eyes flickered again with doubt, but again, her
expression remained sultry, and she began stroking me. Of course my dick liked
that. It didn’t care that I was furious. In fact, the emotion was only stimulating
me more. 

      “Are you sure?” She asked with a sly grin.

     Okay. She wanted to play this out, then we’d play it
out. She wasn’t going to like it though. I relaxed back, putting my hands
behind my head, eyes hard. “Grab a condom out of my shorts.”

     She smiled triumphantly and leaned over the bed, her
ass in the air, to grab my shorts. Opening the packet she smoothed the latex
over me. “I love your cock. You are both well endowed and know how to use it.”
She moved forward and slowly slid down my length, moaning loudly.

     I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth, making certain
no sound passed my lips. Sure, it felt good, like any pussy would feel, but I
was still pissed as hell.

     She stopped when I was all the way in, sitting there,
looking down at me with that calculating smile. She thought she was the one in
control, but she didn’t know shit. I knew in the back of her mind that she’d
always had this plan; that she would be the one to capture me, snag the great
Landon McKay and his billions, but she’d just been deluding herself…like many
others.

     Greedy fucking bitches.

     “Are you going to move, or what? I’ve got things to
do.” I asked in a bored voice.

     Both her eyes and face twitched with doubt this time,
but she must have become desensitized to my temper because she began to move;
up and down, rocking and twisting. She was giving it her all and my cock did
appreciate it, even as I let my mind wander.

     The thoughts my mind drifted to were those times I’d
left the party to go home because I’d needed to get some peace and quiet from
all the ruckus of the party. Three straight days of partying could tax the best
of anyone’s stamina and enthusiasm.

     Thursday I’d gone back home around ten A.M. for another
shower and change of clothes. That new little maid hadn’t been in my room this
time, so I’d taken my shower quickly and then planned to rest for a little
while. However, I’d been unable to settle my mind for some reason and ended up
roaming the house until I’d come across the sweet piece in the East morning
room, dusting, ear bud’s on again.

     She’d been swaying those petite hips of hers again, her
ass dancing, her dark glossy hair up in a large messy knot with loose tendrils,
and I’d found myself hiding around the corner like some kind of stalker so I
could observe her without getting caught this time. I told myself it wasn’t
that disturbing. I was curious and just wanted to watch her unobtrusively for a
few minutes. No harm there…right?

     So for about ten minutes I observed her. She’d been
graceful as she danced and dusted. She’d also been damn cute when she’d really gotten
down during some particular sections of her music. I had been hoping like hell
at some point that she would break out in song, but she never did. She’d
probably been warned that my mother wouldn’t appreciate the help singing loudly
in the house, like they might at their own home.

     I don’t know why I found her so interesting. It was
like I was drawn to her by some unseen force; everything from my thoughts, to
my dick gravitated in her direction. She
was
gorgeous, but she was the
help. Mother would kill me if she found out I started something with her,
because then she would have to fire her. The girl probably wouldn’t appreciate
that either.

     But fuck…I couldn’t deny that I wanted to start
something with her.

     Subsequently, I’d watched her and grown surprisingly
hard from doing only that. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d grown hard
from just watching a female do something random…without her trying to purposely
arouse me. In fact, I’d gotten more stimulated watching her than I had that
girl who’d given me the lap dance several days ago.

     When I’d gotten back to Tommy’s party I’d found Crissy,
because she required less conversation, dragged her to a bedroom, bent her
over, and pounded her hard, with the maids face and ass in my mind. 

     Friday I’d gone back to my house and watched her dust
the books in my dad’s study. Then I’d gone back to the party and repeated the
process of relieving yet another hard-on.

     And now here I was thinking about that maid yet again,
while Crissy straddled me going crazy on my dick, rising up and driving down
hard, moaning and rocking in pleasure. At least she wasn’t faking it. The girl
liked her sex, even if she did use it self-interestedly.

     I started to feel the build up in my groin and spine,
telling me that my orgasm was only moments away. Calling up the maid’s face
again I let the inevitable climax overtake me, not bothering to wait for
Crissy. I tried keeping my face as expressionless as possible because I wanted
her to know all she was getting was my cock and its contents. That was all
she’d ever get from me.

     “Oh, no, no, no.” She protested breathlessly, rocking
and grinding down on me, attempting to reach her own orgasm. I was still
slightly hard inside of her so it was possible she could actually get it. But I
didn’t want her to have one…because then she wouldn’t get my point.

     Lifting her up off me I dumped her to the side. “I’m
done.” I informed coldly.

     “What?!” She looked at me in frustrated confusion, breathing
hard.

     I stood and grabbing a Kleenex from the table next to the
bed I disposed of the condom. Reaching for my boxers I repeated. “I’m done.”

     Her face twisted in frustration. “Well, I wasn’t.” She
cried angrily.

     Auhh, she was getting angry. I pulled up my boxer’s.
“You said you wanted me to experience morning sex. I did. You didn’t say
anything about getting anything for yourself.”

     Her eyes narrowed, and her chest rose and fell in
extreme agitation. She was starting to realize that she wasn’t in control like
she thought. But then she suddenly switched up and put on a pout. “Okay,
Landon. You’ve made your point. Please come back so I can get some relief as
well.”

     I reached for my shorts. “Well damn, Crissy. Here I
thought you were being all altruistic and shit.”

     Her pout fumbled and she scowled. “Hey, I got you off,
didn’t I?”

     I bent down for my shirt. “In a way.” I shrugged.

     “What do you mean ‘in a way’? I felt you get off.” She
scrambled out of the bed for her own clothes realizing I wasn’t going to be
swayed to her side.

     “I mean, that it was your pussy I was fucking, but I
had someone else on my mind.”

     “What!” She stood there pissed and naked, holding her
clothes.

     I headed toward the door. “I told you Crissy, I sleep
alone, and I don’t fucking appreciate it when some chick jimmy’s the lock so
she can sneak in and slip into bed with me. It reeks of desperation.”  

     I opened the door to step out just as a vase of flowers
smashed into the wall next to me. Spinning around I nailed her with a cold
glare, barely controlling my fury. She stepped back in alarm, holding her
clothes up as a shield. I took one step toward her, being careful where I
stepped because I was barefoot.

     “Don’t fucking ever throw anything at me again.” I
snarled.

     “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She apologized hurriedly,
looking apprehensive. “You are being such an asshole though.”

     I pointed a finger at her. “You came in here uninvited.
I told you I wasn’t interested in sex, but you insisted. You’ve known from the
beginning all I do is casual, but I can see the calculation in yours eyes
telling me you’ve always wanted more. So don’t get pissed off at me when all I
say is the truth.”

     Crissy’s lips pursed. “Whatever.” I shook my head at
her comeback. “You know you’ll come back to me for more.” She derided.

     My expression was hard. “Don’t count on it; I think we’ve
reached our conclusion.” Turning to go I saw Crissy’s frustration. The girl had
been crazy delusional, but she wasn’t the first girl sniffing around me for my
families money.

     I found my sandals downstairs by the pool. The staff
Tommy had hired was already hard at work at ten-thirty this morning cleaning up
after our three days of partying. His parent’s had been gone for the entire
week and were scheduled to return later today.

     That meant party over and it was time for me to go.

     Fifteen minutes later I was steering down my driveway
and parking my car in the garage. My parents were home this morning and they
hated it when I didn’t store the car. I didn’t know what my plans were for the
day yet anyway.

     Knowing the parental’s would be greatly displeased if I
headed to my bedroom without first saying ‘hey’, especially since I hadn’t seen
them in four days, I headed for the East sun room…a room that brought up some
interesting memories of sweetly swinging hips.

     On the way I found myself eyeballing rooms to see if
she
was around today.    

     “Look who the cat dragged in.” My father announced as I
stepped in the room. He was sitting on the settee with the news on, while at
the same time readings some papers. He lowered them and gave me an amused
raised eyebrow.

     My father was nearing fifty, but kept himself in good
shape. He had hazel eyes like mine, and while his hair was brown, with random
gray hairs, mine was a dirty blonde. He stood at six feet, and I was an inch
taller at six-one.     

     I sat down in the chair off to the side of him. “And it
was a really big cat.” I mumbled tiredly, my head falling back.

     He snorted. “Partied a little too hard this week, did
you?”

     “Something like that.” I answered vaguely. Anger
weighed heavily in my gut at Crissy’s actions, and what I’d ultimately allowed
to ensue because of my anger, but I wasn’t going to go into the details. “What
are you going over?”

     He tossed the papers on the table in front of him.
“Just monthly reports on the electrical plant.” My dad worked ungodly hours,
hours that had taken up a lot of his family time, but he was a great dad.  

     I grinned. “We still in the black?”

     “The deepest and darkest.” He grinned back.

     “Cool. It’s good to know we’re still going to have some
food on the table.”

     “Well, at least for another month.” He quipped.

     My mother walked into the room with a frown. “Landon,
where have you been? I was nearly ready to call the police and the hospitals.”

     I inwardly rolled my eyes, while I could see my dad
hiding a grin. “Mother, I’ve texted you everyday. You know I was at Tommy’s.”