Landry listened as he talked, eyes going a little large as he talked like he had some sort of dissociative identity disorder, but she didn’t say anything, she decided to brush it off. She scoffed a little at his next words before speaking. “Everyone is fucked up in their own way, and i’ll not deny that I have my issues.” Obviously, she wouldn’t be talking to him and planning on fucking him if she wasn’t fucked up. She wouldn’t sleep with half the people she did if she wasn’t fucked up, but she wasn’t about to say all that of course. Her eyes narrowed a little at his next words, because seriously he just met her and Landry hated when people could read her right. “Well, yeah, who doesn’t like for things to go their way?” She stopped herself from saying more, because if she continue to talk she’d rant for hours about how the staff under her fucked up and she had to spend hours on end fixing their mistake. "And I’m sure you don’t know much,“ she through in their halfheartedly, there was no heat behind it.
Landry bit down on her bottom lip and let out a laugh before nodding her head. "It was a compliment, you’re hot in a messy way. It’s a good thing.” His look worked for him, and well it helped that he was taller than her and so damn big. She grinned a little wider at his next words and raised a brow. “Oh I’m more than willing to have you show me just how good it is. I’m pretty sure I’ve made that real clear,” she teased, since she hadn’t been what you would call subtle. She had to let out a little laugh at his next words however, even if she did enjoy a man that was real confident of himself. “Well, you’ll have to prove that to me, big guy, because I’m not so sure you can get me off three times in less than an hour. And you’ll do what I’ll allow you to do to my ass or any other part of my body, sweetheart. But lucky for you I don’t have many limitations.” She shot him a little wink once he got closer and in her space.
The werewolf wasn’t all that shocked when the man grabbed her and pulled her flush against his bare chest, her eyes looking up at him in the process and her lips curled up into a smirk at his words. “That’s were you’re wrong, big guy, I love public displays, it gets me nice and wet,” she teased. Once he stepped back from her, Landry didn’t waste any time moving after him, pressing her body against his again. “Only issue I have is this dress I’m in, well, it costs about ten grand and it’s my favorite, so if you’re going to make me come anytime soon, we’re going to have to use some kind of surface that doesn’t involve sand.” She waves her hand around slightly to point out that there was a lot of sand around them. The redhead reached between them and moved to palm his dick through his pants as she continued to look up at him. She gave him a tight squeeze, before pressing her palm down and ground down against his cock a couple times before pulling away. Her eyes moved to a plastic picnic table that was rather close to the water, smiling slightly before moving toward it.
Soon as she got to the table, the werewolf settled on the top of it with her feet settled on the bench. She had toyed with the idea of just taking off her dress, but that would leave her just with her stilettos on, since the dress she was wearing was one that called for not wearing panties and a bra under it. And while she didn’t mind being completely naked, there was a small part of her that was telling her to hold back. So instead she sat down, spread her legs a little bit apart as her feet rested on the bench and the hem of her short dress started to ride up. You could get a glimpse of bare flesh and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything under it. Lifting her finger up, she made a come hither motion toward the male. “Come on, gorgeous, its time we both prove we’re not all talk, right?” Because she had figured he had that thought process just as much as she had, so she wanted to prove him wrong, just like she was sure he wanted to prove her wrong.
“I don’t know, some shit just won’t go yer way. That’s fuckin’ life ain’t it?” He was just being honest, his motto, though it had never been before. It was being stuck here in Shadowbrooke that made him come to that realization, before that he would have thrown a tantrum and killed a bunch of people in a country or on a ship. It didn’t matter, what Araic had wanted he would get, but that wasn’t the way of the world anymore and he had to adapt as the means to stay alive. “I know enough to get me by, and that’s all that matters.” His rebuke was spoken with a soft shrug.
When she complimented him, or rather confirmed the compliment, Araic raised a brow with a smirk on his face. “Glad that’s the case, love. Don’t know what I’d do otherwise.” It was half sarcasm and half playfulness to his tone. She could sure talk a game, but he wasn’t sure she could put her cards on the table and play it. That he would find out. However, when she brought up her getting off three times again, he had to chuckle and shake his head. “Ya make it sound like you haven’t gotten off in a long time, love. Then again, maybe you keep icing people out.” He looked her over, her approach was direct but he didn’t mind that in the slightest. If only she knew how much he could get her off and some of that could just be the simple matter of tying her to a bed and leaving her there with a vibrator firmly pressed against her clit for hours - but then he didn’t think she was used to such treatment.
She pressed herself against him, he let out a grunt of approval at her actions as she palmed his cock and rubbed him through his clothing. The length of him already beginning to harden under her touch, but he wasn’t ashamed of it in the slightest. The lack of shirt not doubt aided her in helping him enjoy her body pressed against him. Then she pulled away and he cocked his head like a confused puppy as he listened to her speak something about a dress and then make her way towards a plastic bench. For a moment he just watched her, took in the form of her as he caught a flash of skin beneath the dress and knew she didn’t have anything beneath it.
“Yer just askin’ for trouble, aren’t ya?” He moved to her slowly, with a purpose as his eyes drank in her body. When he did reach her, his hand slowly skimmed up her calf until he met the hem of her dress. His hand continued to wonder, pushing it up as he ran his fingers up the smooth sides of her thighs. “The dress is a hindrance he commented on a chuckle, but made no move to remove it or allow her to remove it, instead he distracted the both of them by lifting it up further to expose more of her skin, his hands moving from the outside of her thigh to the inside where he inched closer to her centre. “Tell me, love. How bad do you want to cum around my fingers?” He wondered how long it had been since the woman had any form of release, perhaps that was why she was so tightly wound.
