"F*ck," he says. "I want you to come for me, baby." It's rough as he slams into me deeper still and I want to come.
"Landon, please," I beg him.
"Come for me, baby," he repeats his words hoarsely; he's struggling for control.
Hearing him say it is enough to take me completely over the edge. I moan out his name as he collapses on top of me, trying to catch his breath.
I feel sleepy, but I'm not sure if he wants me to stay. I should probably just get dressed and go home. There's like a whole etiquette for one night stands, and because of my fricking rules, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now.
He rolls over onto his back. He seems to want to say something.
Landon is silent for a moment before saying, "do you still want to break some rules?"
I'm not sure how to respond.
"I've
