Chapter 18
Rori
It’s clear Landon likes what he sees, as his eyes rove over my bare body. I’m not sure if he’s even aware of what he’s doing, but he’s brought his hand to the bulge in his shorts and is running his hand over it like I was a short while ago.
“Something like that,” I tease in response to his ‘dangerous’ comment, turning around to step into the pool.
Thankfully, I had turned on the warmer earlier, and it’s only slightly cool as I immerse myself in the water. Sliding under to get my hair wet, I swim across the short length of the pool and turn around, arms resting on the decking to hold me in place.
Looking back towards Landon, I watch him walk down the pool stairs into the water himself, all clothes off.
This man looks like a work of art, I think. His ridiculously large muscles, combined with his rock hard dick, makes him perfectly eligible for a statue.
I giggle quietly, and he swims to me. “What?” he asks.
“I can’t tell you, it’ll only make your ego bigger,” I reply.
“Impossible,” he says with a laugh and pecks my lips quickly before swimming a couple of feet over so he can rest his arms on the decking too.
We enjoy the sight of the sunset and stay comfortably quiet for a few minutes. I keep peeking over to admire him, water dripping off his face and curls. On him, it’s a good look that could be the cover of GQ magazine.
Not to mention his equally cover-worthy body. I try to keep my eyes on his face, but part of me wants to reach over and trace a path across his wet chest and shoulders as he bobs in the water.
I can tell he’s resisting the urge to touch me too, as his eyes sneak looks at my face, neck, and breasts before turning back to the water.
We only have so long before one of us makes a move, I suspect. I decide to break the silence in the meantime to get answers to some football questions I have. We may be otherwise preoccupied soon.
“So what’s your schedule this summer with the team? It sounds like things will start ramping up soon?”
“Yeah, training camp won’t be until late July, but we have OTAs and a mandatory mini-camp before then,” Landon shares.
“Okay explain all of those to me,” I ask, truly wanting to understand.
“So OTA stands for organized team activities, basically practices. They’re not all required, exactly, but I don’t like not showing up.
It’s part of being a leader, you know? Working as hard as the other guys, being involved.
So I’ll go to almost all of them. And then we have a mandatory mini-camp in the third week of June. ”
“Oh, like when I’ll be in the grass court season,” I observe. “It sounds like you’re on a pretty short countdown until everything starts getting intense,” I say, lightly splashing the water with my fingertips.
“It’s getting close,” he replies. “When do you start focusing on the grass court season?”
“Well, since the French Open is still going on, this is basically a free week for me. We’ll use the grass courts at my training facility here to practice. But I fly out a week from Sunday to start hitting over there, with a tournament a week after.”
His face looks downbeat for a minute before he smooths it out. “So just two weeks here, huh?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“Well, we better make the most of it,” he says with a wink, turning towards me, as if he’s already feeling the time pressure before my next departure.
As he completes his turn, I feel his left hand grab my hip under water. Pulling me closer, he presses our bodies together, while his right hand keeps hold of the deck.
“I really want to keep talking with you, Rori, but I also want to do this,” Landon says, locking our mouths in a kiss. I put my arms around his shoulders as his lips touch mine, so that his grip on the deck is the only thing holding us above water.
With the fading sunlight causing shadows around us, the whole moment is postcard-worthy. Wrapped around each other, our lips joined, the water lightly lapping against us in waves.
I start feeling my core tingle as his hardness brushes me, our bodies swaying against each other under the water.
I let out a small moan and he breaks the kiss. “Can we move inside?” he asks.
I nod and we swim to the steps, walking out in tandem and grabbing our respective towels. I head over to open the balcony doors so we can go back inside. Before I know it, Landon comes towards me and scoops me up in his arms, in a bridal carry.
“I got you,” he says while he manages to close the glass doors behind us before bringing us inside.
“Bedroom?” he asks, and I point the way.
Within a minute, he places me on my bed, towel gone.
The look in his eyes is like nothing I’ve ever seen before as he takes me in, naked, spread out on my bed. Hungry, possessive, and disbelieving, all at once.
All of a sudden, just as easily as he carried me into the house, he picks me up and gently flips me over, so that I’m lying on my stomach.
“One second. I’m going to try something new,” he says.
Consider me ready for anything with this man.
I stay relaxed as he grabs a pillow and puts it under my upper chest, then lifts my butt in the air so all the weight from my bottom half is on my knees. Content with that, he moves to the back of my legs and spreads them wider.
I’m completely open to him, every part exposed.
“Beautiful. My beautiful girl. You okay?” he asks as he gets on his knees on the floor by the edge of the bed.
I nod, looking back at him, but not totally seeing enough to know what he intends to do. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my hips, holding me in place. And then, to my shock, I feel his mouth against me, running the length between my legs. Oh my god.
He starts kissing me there, exploring lightly with his tongue. I think I might die, it feels so good.
His tongue explores my different soft spots and then settles on my clit. He licks and swirls, while I feel his light stubble rub against other sensitive parts.
He stays like that for a few minutes, his mouth relentless, his hands holding my hips in place too. The feelings are so intense, and with his prolonged attention, pressure starts rising in my core.
“Landon, ahhhh….I’m going to come,” I warn him.
He grunts in acknowledgement and keeps at it.
Within a minute, I feel the wave of my release, taking me almost out of body as he continues to move his mouth on me.
Finally, as I’m coming down, I gently tap his head with one of my legs, making him pause.
“Landon, come up here,” I say, still recovering my breath.
He chuckles, kissing one of my thighs. “Yes, ma’am.”
I’m so blissed out that I cannot focus on his movement, but all of a sudden he’s lying next to me with an arm and leg thrown over my body.
Several moments pass before he shifts, getting a little closer to me. Suddenly, I feel his hard dick rubbing against my leg.
Wake up, Rori—it’s one orgasm to zero for the night and this man must be dying at this point.
“We need to take care of you next,” I say, my awareness now heightened to his needs.
He lightly slaps my ass and chuckles again. “Let me go grab the condoms from my other pants before we get too far.”
It takes me only a split second to make a decision. “No condoms if you want. I have an IUD. We haven’t been with anyone else all year, right?”
“No, and I’m clean. Check-up just after the season.”
I’m still in the position that he left me, stomach down and ass up, just melted into the bed without his hands holding me in place. I turn my head. “No condom is okay with me.”
Landon’s eyes light up as his hands grab my hips again. “I want to take you in this position. Spread your legs again for me, baby.”
I follow his command, the gruff sound of his voice causing me to start getting turned on again. Standing behind me, he pulls my hips where he needs them and starts angling the top of his dick inside me. Bare.
“Shit,” he says, pushing himself inside me almost the whole way, as I’m more than ready for him. “This is…this is intense. You’re so wet. So warm.”
Every inch he goes deeper makes me feel more filled up, more stretched. But I love the bare feeling of his skin instead of a condom. The connection is more, knowing it’s him.
He goes all the way in, and I’m overwhelmed by the fullness. He starts moving in and out of me with a rough rhythm, his hands locking my hips in place so he can maximize his leverage.
As soon as he has his flow down, he moves at a fast and pounding pace. I’ve never been fucked like this, and what Landon is doing is fucking.
His motions are hard, strong, and wild in a way I’ve never experienced. I love the sensation of being at the center of his need, which seems a little out of control. Like a claiming.
On top of which, he keeps saying my name and praising me.
“Rori, only you, baby, only you could make me this wild.”
“The best fuck. The best.”
“I love your pussy, it’s perfect.”
His words start to have an effect, and my body gets in tune to come again. I reach down to touch my clit while he moves in me, and he clocks the motion.
“That’s my girl. God, you’re the best fuck.”
Shortly thereafter, I hit my climax, and he is right behind me. I feel his hot warmth inside me as he is grunting with the same cadence.
After it all starts to fade, we collapse, him on top of me but working some magic to keep his whole weight from bearing down.
“Damn, that was awesome,” Landon says as he catches his breath.
He starts kissing the back of my neck and shoulders with quick pecks as he pulls slowly out of me. Settling his body against my side, he keeps up the pecks on my shoulders. It’s kind of sweet.
“I’m sorry I was so chatty this time,” he said. “I’ve never not used a condom. I think I lost my mind, it felt so good.”
“The talking was hot,” I say. “Really. Keep it up.” I giggle a little with the last phrase.
He gives one last big smooch to the spot where my neck meets my back and stands up.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Close to ten,” he answers.
“No TV marathon for me then,” I quip, before realizing he may want to leave. I play both angles in my next comments, so he can truly decide without guilt. “Do you need to get back? You can stay if you want.”
“I’m good as long as I can leave around seven. Is that okay?” he says, with a slightly earnest expression.
I flip around on my back and look him in the eye. We are both still completely naked, but it’s comfortable. It feels right to be with him like this.
“Totally great. I’ll make us my world-famous smoothies for breakfast. I’m due at the courts at eight, so the timing is perfect.” I smile at him and then sit up.
“Why don’t we grab a quick shower so we don’t have to in the morning,” Landon suggests.
I stand up and kiss him on the lips quickly, before leading him to the bathroom, grateful the shower is the only thing oversized in my cottage.
The next morning, I’m up right at six o’clock naturally, before our alarms have gone off. Landon is lightly snoring, and there’s no reason to wake him, so I pad into the kitchen, making enough coffee for both of us.
By the time Landon stumbles into the kitchen, I’m fully caffeinated and have pulled out all my smoothie ingredients.
He stands at the kitchen counter and sips his coffee, increasingly more responsive as he finishes the cup. In the meantime, I’ve made our smoothies.
“Okay, not really world famous, but it’s one thing I can make properly,” I joke as I hand him a shaker bottle. “Apart from charcuterie boards.”
“Thanks,” he says, with a little cowlick popping up in his curls. Morning Landon is cute.
I won’t lie, I’m not really sure where to go next with our situation this morning. With “no label” attached—how do we say goodbye? Should we make more plans while we’re both in Florida?
Landon seems untroubled by such uncertainty, as he drinks half the smoothie, and says simply, “tastes great, babe.” The “babe/baby” thing is new after our talk. I kind of like it.
“Aww, thanks. My blender skills are legendary,” I joke.
Landon looks at his watch. “Oh man, I need to get going.”
Okay, no surprise there. Should I ask when we’ll talk next?
Turns out, there’s no need.
Landon kisses my forehead and wipes away all of my questions. “Let’s talk tonight. I want to hear all about your first day practicing on the grass.”
Within three minutes, he’s grabbed his stuff, said another quick goodbye, and left.
My first two hours at the courts this morning start with a workout with one of my trainers, followed by a quick set of drills with a local hitting partner to get in the groove.
We use one of the two grass courts at Pinnacle so I can start adjusting. Most of the courts in the U.S. have a hard surface, but Pinnacle gets enough action that the owners have invested in grass and clay courts too. It’s made the cottage an ideal place for me to settle, only ten minutes away.
Julie is scheduled to arrive around ten. Only, when she arrives, she’s not alone. I notice that my dad is walking with her too. This is unusual—he hasn’t come to my practices regularly in years.
“Hi, Dad,” I say as they approach. “What are you doing here?”
“Hi sweetheart,” he says. I notice he looks a little disheveled, at least for him. “I came over to Julie’s complex yesterday afternoon for a tour. I’m looking at a couple of properties there to move into once the house sells.”
I nod my head. “I remember.”
“Anyway, she invited me out to dinner, and she mentioned she was meeting you here for practice at ten, so I thought I would stop by and say hello too,” Dad explains, rushing his words.
Dad has no game, and I can tell he’s hiding something. None of this makes sense. Why did Julie and him come at the same time? Why do his clothes look crumpled?
OH MY GOD.
“Well, hi Dad,” I say again, not quite sure whether to laugh or cry. I mean, I’m all for my dad having a real life, but I don’t want to know about it. “How were the condos?”
“Oh, yes, the condos. They were nice. One was a little bigger, a two-bedroom. I thought that might be smart in case you ever needed a place to stay,” he explains.
“Who’s watching Buster?” I ask, feeling like I am grilling Dad, like he’s the kid and I’m the parent.
“Oh, the Hesters next door help out on nights when I need it,” Dad says, not seeming to realize what he is revealing to me. Our long-time neighbors love dogs, so I’m not surprised at his answer, just the reason why he needs help.
Julie interrupts me before I can get another question out. “Well, Michael, if you don’t mind, I’m going to claim Rori now. We want to take advantage of all the time we booked on the grass court.”
“Of course, of course,” Dad says. He walks over and gives me a half-hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Bye, sweetheart. Call me later and tell me how it goes.”
Julie ushers me right into our first drill together, but that doesn’t keep my mind from churning at what I just witnessed.
Our first break has me texting Maggie.
RORI: I think my Dad is hooking up with Julie!!!!!!!!