Landon & Shay: Part Two (L&S Duet #2)(8)

“I’m just mad I’m not able to help my mom, that’s all.”

Shay began blotting her pizza with a napkin.

I cocked an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“Dabbing the pizza. It’s said doing this can save up to fifty calories per slice.”

“Sounds like some bullshit.”

She shrugged. “I’ll do whatever it takes to save a few calories.”

“Since when do you care anything about counting calories?”

“Um, since I’ve gained ten pounds over the past year from stress. I can’t go to college this way and then deal with the freshman fifteen, so I’m on a diet.”

I stared at her as if she was fucking insane because she was talking fucking insane. “You don’t need to be on a diet, Shay.”

“Yes, I do.”

“So, you’re giving up candy, too?”

She shoved me in the shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Smiling at her, I moved the plates to the side table. Then I scooted over to her and pulled her on my lap. “I love every inch and every curve of you.”

Her lips turned up into the sweetest fucking smile. “Even if my butt turns into an Oompa Loompa?”

“Hell yeah. I don’t know if you know this, but I consider myself an ass man through and through. I would bury my face so deep in your Oompa Loompa, I’d find myself the path to the chocolate factory.”

“Ew.” She squirmed and giggled as she rocked her hips against mine. “That sounds like a poop reference.”

“I’d go to the chocolate enchanted forest for you,” I joked.

“Landon.”

“I will eat your Tootsie Rolls.”

“Oh my gosh. You went to California and got weird.”

“I’ve always been weird. This is nothing new.”

She wrinkled her nose and nodded. “That’s true. You did eat toilet paper out of another girl’s butt before.”

“There wasn’t any toilet paper!” I pointed a stern finger at her and pushed my tongue in my cheek. “Hey, remember that day you rubbed my head instead of my…head?” I smirked, remembering her first attempt at a hand job. God, I loved that girl so much. I loved her innocence, her laughter, her mishaps, her love.

“Shut up. I’ll have you know I’ve been working on my technique. I’ve been practicing.”

My eyebrow shot up. “With who?”

“Oh, you know. Randy, Jason, Jon, Henry…Walter, Nick. Mainly, any guy who crosses my path,” she remarked.

I placed my hand on her lower back and pulled her closer to me, pressing her chest against mine. “You trying to make me jealous, Chick?”

“Why? Is it working?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

“Maybe a little.”

She smiled and leaned in close, placing her lips against mine. “Only ever you,” she whispered before giving me a kiss. Her hands landed on my chest, sensing my heartbeats, and I hoped she knew they beat only for her.

“I did learn some new techniques, though. Raine ordered me this…toy from an informercial.”

My interest piqued. “A toy, huh?”

“Don’t get too excited. It’s the same one she ordered for her nonna because her grandfather isn’t a wild stallion anymore.”

“Well, let’s add that to the list of things I never needed to know about my friend’s grandmother. I’m going to try to block that image out of my head for the rest of my life.”

“You know, it’s perfectly normal for the elderly to be sexually active. Did you know they are the second leading age group most likely to get STIs?”

“It’s like you’re trying to turn me off, Chick.”

She giggled, and dammit if I didn’t want to live with that sound forever. “Okay, sorry. Back to the toy. You see, I learned motions with it,” she explained as she started gently rocking against my crotch. She rubbed the fabric of her dress against my jeans, creating a friction of energy.

What the hell? I knew better than to wear jeans around this girl.

Fuck, okay. “What else did you learn?”

“Well…this.” She pulled her dress up, making her panties press against my crotch. They were red, and lacey, and perfect, and hell, I wanted to bury my face in them before I ripped them right off her body. She began circling her hips side to side. Rocking against my ever-growing cock, she was making me lose my fucking mind. “It’s called the figure eight.”

I closed my eyes as she worked those magical fucking hips. “I’m here for the figure eight.”

“I think it works better with your jeans off.”

That was all she had to say to get me to stand and toss them to the side. She removed her dress, too, leaving her in those red panties I was going to rip off and a crimson bra I was going to unhook any second now. As I returned to the bed, she climbed back into my lap and began the figure eight again, and ohmyfuck was it better with my pants off.

Her core rubbed up and down my cock as I cupped her ass in my hands and squeezed. She had the perfect amount of ass to hold, but I swore I’d fuck around with her Oompa Loompa ass too if she had it. Her breasts were right in my face, and I shoved my face between them. One hand moved around her back to the hook of her bra, and like a magician, I undid it with one movement. She allowed the fabric to fall.