Chapter 30
Rori
Dinner is uneventful, even though it’s our last night together for a while. Landon asks me if I want to go out somewhere where it’s private.
“No, let’s do our usual,” I say to him. “Keep it easy.”
That means eating a couple of prepared meals on Landon’s dining table, with Grover chilling in his dog bed nearby.
No complaints from me. Since we won’t see each other much for at least a month, it’s nice to just be able to be ourselves, without worrying about any prying eyes.
I tell him about the call with Dad over dinner.
“I’m basically never mad at him. This made me irritated, though. Why didn’t he think to call me about the offer?”
Landon nods. “It’s completely understandable. It was your house, too. And you told him how you felt?”
“Yeah, I did. Or at least more than I normally would. Usually I would swallow it and move on, but I’m actually pretty proud that I didn’t shy away from saying how I felt.” I give Landon a small smile.
“You gonna tell Tessa how you feel when you see her next?” Landon quips. I’d sent him the link with two angry emojis earlier.
“It’s just fuel for the court,” I respond, my smile getting bigger. “I’ll respond during our next match.”
“Yeah, you will,” he says, grinning back at me.
We stay quiet for a few bites while we finish our meals, and then he speaks up again.
“So I know we talked about maybe going public after training camp. There’s…We have a team charity gala every year in August, before the regular season starts. Grace is helping to organize it this year, which is awesome.”
I put my fork down. “Oh, yeah?”
He looks at me earnestly. “I was thinking the gala could be where we make our first public appearance. That you could go with me? It’s the week before you leave for the U.S. Open.”
Oh wow. This decision is on the table.
“I mean, I think that could work, if I’m in Florida practicing then,” I say. “Can we talk about it once my warm-up tournaments are done? See how we feel then with everything going on?”
Landon looks at me for a beat, disappointment on his face. Ugh. I don’t want him to misunderstand what I meant.
“I’m really open to going, truly,” I explain more, reaching over to place my hand on his.
“It’s just that we won’t know until closer if it’s going to be the right time with everything going on outside of the two of us.
With the U.S. Open, and your season starting.
We should probably loop in our reps too.
It’s bigger than what’s between the two of us. ”
“I get it, I get it,” he says, his face evening out.
He may get it, but I still feel bad I can’t give him exactly what he wants.
Maybe in the meantime I can show him what he deserves.
I stand up and walk over to where he’s seated, his eyes watching my every move. When I reach him, I crawl into his lap, with my front facing his, straddling him.
“What’s between the two of us is good though, Landon,” I say, eyes locked on his.
I punctuate my statement by bringing our lips together.
He absorbs my kiss for a beat and then lets out a little groan, moving his arms around me. I slide my arms around his shoulders in turn. We deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth.
After another beat or two, I feel Landon’s erection grow prominent against his gray athletic shorts.
The time for words seems over.
I know what I want to do, and I repeat my thoughts from earlier, this time out loud.
“Let me show you what you deserve, Landon,” I say, breaking our kiss and sliding down to kneel on the floor.
His eyes go big as he realizes my intentions. Undeterred, I put my hands on his hips, gripping the waistband of his shorts.
He stands up as I pull his shorts completely off, bringing his boxers with them. Landon is now gloriously naked in front of me, his hard cock bobbing against his leg.
I rake my eyes over his delicious looking body, and then circle his dick with my hand, stroking with the pressure that I remember he likes.
He moans, and a little pre-cum starts escaping him. Unable to resist, I move my mouth to cover the tip of his dick, lapping up the liquid dripping from him while he shivers at the intensity of the sensations.
I keep stroking him at his base, while I sink my mouth deeper around him. Though I’ve never really enjoyed blow jobs, there is something immensely enjoyable about feeling so utterly in control of Landon. Of making him shake. Of giving him this deep pleasure.
I rock him in and out of my mouth as the sounds coming out of him increase. Using my other hand to start massaging his balls, it seems like he grows even bigger in my mouth. Apparently unable to hold himself back, he starts pumping his hips into me, clearly close to going over the edge.
I’ve no intention of stopping, but suddenly he grabs my shoulders and pulls himself out of my grasp.
“I want to come together,” Landon says, panting between the words.
Not fighting about that, I nod and smile. “Okay.”
“Get those clothes off,” he commands.
I move to take off my clothes as quickly as possible, while at the same time Landon surprises me by shoving everything across the dining table, making room for us.
He then walks back to me and points to the closest side of the table.
I’ve already managed to strip off my shorts and panties, as well as my blouse.
“Lie here,” he says, looking up and down my naked body, strain in his voice as uses a hand to squeeze his dick, which is actively leaking now.
This man is going to make our last course tonight the most memorable one.
I lie down on the table, an oval-shaped one with a circular end. I part my legs around the rounded edge, exposing myself to him.
“Shit, Rori, the sight of you, here, all for me,” he chokes out before stepping up to put his hands on my hips.
He pulls my ass flush against the end of the table and bends over, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, then the other. He goes back and forth, using his tongue and teeth to drive my reactions. It feels incredible, and tingling begins between my legs.
As I writhe a little from his actions, Landon moves his hips so his cock pushes along my center. Keeping his hands on my hips for leverage, he starts to roll himself into me, hitting my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Holy shit. The sensations are so strong that I gasp.
“Feel good, baby?” Landon says, lifting his head. “Can’t be inside you until you’re wet and needy.”
I shake my head “yes,” not finding my words as he rocks his dick over my clit again. And again. And again. Between his mouth on my nipples and his dick working its magic, I’m rapidly approaching my own climax.
Enough is enough. “Come inside me now, Landon,” I pant out. “Please.”
He chuckles and stands up briefly to reposition us. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He removes his hands from my hips, reaching instead for my legs, bringing each one up so that my feet dangle over his shoulders. I’m under his complete physical control, his hands on my ankles holding them in place.
Oh my god, I’m completely at his mercy.
Satisfied he has me the way he wants me, he notches his cock at my entrance. And then in the next moment, starts pushing in.
We both moan. He slides in and out, getting a little further each time. Finally, with the fourth push, he is fully seated inside me.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he gasps out.
Meanwhile, I’m dying for some friction. “Move, Landon,” I tell him. He obeys as soon as the words come out of my mouth, his hands sliding from my ankles to my hips again, allowing him to maximize his leverage.
After finding the angle he wants, he starts to pound into me, still holding me in place. Blessedly hitting a sensitive spot.
“There, there,” I whisper.
“I’m not going to last long, you feel so fucking incredible,” Landon gasps out as he snaps his hips into me, relentless.
After a couple of minutes, I’m so close to my climax from where he is hitting me inside. I reach down to touch my clit, swirling my finger over it. Landon’s eyes go molten black at the sight of my movement.
“You’re so sexy, Rori. Give that beautiful pussy what it needs,” he spits out.
His dirty words put me over the top, and I come in an explosion of sensation. I feel myself squeeze around Landon’s hardness as he keeps thrusting mercilessly.
“That’s my girl, coming on my cock,” he says.
As I come down from my peak, Landon starts moving with more purpose inside me, seemingly giving himself permission to come now. My legs still laying against his chest, he holds my hips even more firmly in place.
He hammers into me, once, twice, and then on the third time, he tumbles over the edge himself. I feel his hot liquid fill me up as he moans in pleasure, still moving inside me a few more times before slowing.
We’re both panting as he finally looks back into my eyes, a smile breaking across his face. He turns his head in each direction and plants a kiss on my legs where they are still resting on his chest.
Then, he moves his hands to my ankles again, sliding my legs down slowly, one at a time, to lie again over the end of the table.
I’m blissed out, legs spread again over the ends of the table, with Landon leaking out of me. He takes in the sight for a beat, a look of masculine satisfaction on his face.
“You look beautiful,” he says. A split second later, I feel his strong arms picking me up, cradling me while he moves us out of the dining room.
“Shower time,” he whispers, kissing me softly.
I lean into his embrace, ready to let him lead the way.
Shower sex leads to TV time which leads to goodnight sex. We call it a night early though, because of our obligations for the days ahead.
“Cannot have you exhausted before you even get to training camp,” I say as we snuggle in his bed.
The six o’clock alarm the next morning still comes too soon. I’ve got to get on the road early so I can make it back for my normal routine before practice. The fun is over, for now.
I roll over to turn off the alarm and start getting up to go to the bathroom. Landon makes a grumbling sound that I think translates to “I’ll make the coffee.”
He doesn’t have to be at camp for a few hours, but wants to say goodbye properly. So when I come out of the bathroom and head to the kitchen, there he is, making a pot of my favorite coffee.
His eyes meet mine, shining with happiness despite their tired appearance. I feel the same way inside. Tired from the early wake-up, but full of bliss from the night before.
After we take some sips of coffee, we’re both more communicative. He shares his agenda for the first day of camp, and I go over the plan for my day at Pinnacle.
Way too soon, it’s six-thirty, the sunlight starting to peak through the windows. I need to get going to have enough time for my own tasks.
I stand up in the space that separates the two stools we’ve been sitting on. Throwing my arms around his shoulders, I dip my head on the one closest to me. “This sucks, but I’ve got to go now,” I say.
He smiles and nods, leaning in for a quick kiss. He then stands up himself and pulls me into a proper hug.
“Goodbye, babe. I’ll see you Sunday, for a few hours minimum,” he says while holding me.
“Goodbye, superstar. Start camp off right,” I reply, pulling my head back so our eyes meet.
With one last kiss, we separate, and I leave his house for the drive back to Tampa. Knowing that as we each chase our next big goal, we have something even more special developing together.