Chapter 10 Landon
Landon
Rori gathers her purse, and I put out my right hand as we both stand up. She looks at it for a beat and then slips her left hand into it.
The softness of her hand is strikingly different from my rougher skin, but then I remember that she has callouses like me on her dominant hand, her right, which holds her racquet. Something distinctly Rori, strong and determined athlete that she is.
We stride to the elevator, and a hotel staffer is there, clearly anticipating that we may be wrapping up soon.
“To the penthouse,” Rori says to her, and the elevator takes off for the brief trip.
“Nice perk with the penthouse,” I observe with eyebrows waggling.
“Apparently it wasn’t booked tonight, so my publicist had them upgrade me in exchange for some social media content,” she explains.
“That’s the way to do it,” I reply.
The “ding” goes off quickly, and we step out of the elevator, which opens up to the living space of the penthouse.
The décor is very upscale Florida. Creams, mint green, and marble are throughout the open-concept living room, which has four distinct spaces to lounge.
I see a sliding door that leads out to a balcony, as well as windows showcasing insane views in several directions.
“It really feels like a waste to barely have spent time in here,” Rori observes, our hands dropping while we look around.
“So let’s make up for that,” I suggest with a wink.
She rolls her eyes and giggles, but also brushes her hand around my arm and back as she walks by me. I shiver involuntarily and watch her walk into the kitchen.
“I’m going to have a vitamin-infused water that my trainer mixes for me. Do you want another beer from the minifridge?”
“No, enough beer from the night,” I say, shaking my head. “Can I try that vitamin drink?”
She nods and grabs me one. The last thing I want is to be three beers in with her not drinking at all.
“Should we go check out the balcony?” she asks.
“Absolutely,” I respond quickly, thrilled to experience the beauty of the nighttime sky again with her, this time in total privacy.
Are you turning into a romantic? I ask myself. And a half-chuckle, half-hmmm comes out.
“What?” Rori asks curiously.
“This night. You. It’s really awesome that we have tonight.”
Rori’s face brightens at my words, and she looks like she wants to respond, but no actual words come.
I ignore the slight awkwardness stemming from her lack of reply and put my hand on the small of her back to connect us as we walk to the balcony. Outside, the air smells fresh, and the temperature is perfect, around 76 degrees.
We both get close to the railing to look out, my hand still on her back. I notice that she settles in a position where there’s barely an inch of space between us.
No complaints here.
The emerald dress showcases her silhouette, and looking down from my taller height, I can see her strong, smooth shoulders, which are only covered by the two bows at the top where the straps meet.
Damn, I could lean down right now and untie them with my teeth…
“I can’t even imagine what would happen if people knew we’re up here together,” Rori interjects, interrupting the images I’m painting in my head. “I’m still adjusting to having so many eyes on me, although no one seems to care who I date yet, unlike you.”
“Welcome to sports fame. Or fame in general. The things that’ll happen will get wilder and wackier, the more you keep succeeding,” I respond.
“You seem pretty comfortable,” Rori observes. “Not only with the gossip, but also at the photo shoot wearing those shorts.”
“Those damn things weren’t subtle,” I say with a chuckle, and she smiles back while I continue.
“At this point, I’m used to being naked in the locker room. Reporters milling about while I’ve only a towel on after my shower. My body’s just a tool. It doesn’t faze me, I guess.” I shrug.
Rori looks me up and down. “Just a tool, huh?” she says, bringing her hand up to my arm and giving it a light squeeze.
I flex my arm under her hand and raise my eyebrows. “Yours for the night, Rori,” I say gruffly.
Rori hums at my words and moves toward me to close the last space between us.
Excitement shoots through me. Message received, I bend down and take full advantage of her closeness, meeting her lips with mine.
This girl knows what she wants and takes it, I think. No games.
Same as our night on New Year’s.
At the contact between our lips, her hum shifts to a moan. I missed that sound. Eager to hear it again, my tongue slips inside her mouth, deepening the kiss.
She reciprocates, and it feels like we haven’t skipped a beat since New Year’s. Our chemistry is undeniable.
Warmth creeps into my chest as we kiss, and I’m suddenly racked with longing to touch her, hold her.
Picking her up so our bodies get closer, I’m rewarded when she wraps her legs around me, the skirt of her dress starting to bunch near her waist, leaving her bottom half exposed against me other than her panties.
“God, I love that you’re so tall and big,” she slips out, momentarily breaking our kiss as she adjusts to get comfortable in my arms.
Then her mouth is on me again. Bracing her against the railing so she doesn’t fall, I slide my hands under the back of her skirt, one-by-one. As each hand moves under the fabric, it meets the smooth skin of her legs. I glide them up so that my hands are holding her directly by her ass.
As my brain catches up, I realize my hands are holding her bare ass because she only has a thong on. I growl as I picture Rori wearing only a scrap of fabric over her pussy. It makes me grab her that much tighter, squeezing her butt as I push her against my dick, which is now hard as a rock.
“Ohhhhh,” Rori says in response.
I must’ve hit a sweet spot for her.
That’s confirmed again by the rocking motion she starts, pushing her softness against my hardness. Through all my clothes, I cannot feel much, but I remember everything about how Rori felt at New Year’s. That thought alone gets me amped up more.
She pulls away from our kiss to focus on the other spot our bodies are meeting, which lets me watch her face glow in the night’s lights as she moves against me.
“Take what you need, Rori,” I say, giving her permission to find her own pleasure. “Like I said, I’m yours for tonight.”
Rori looks me in the eye again, her hands now holding the side of my neck.
“Landon,” she pants. “I want…” And she rocks against me again, not bothering to finish her sentence. Her eyes close again as they take in the sensation.
I could go this way all night, but I realize that it might not be the safest thing since she’s pushing against a railing.
I walk us over to the wall of the deck and hold her up against it instead.
The leverage lets me grind against her harder, and we both spontaneously groan as the rhythm becomes faster and deeper.
“Oh Landon, I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” Rori says breathily into my neck.
That only inspires me more. A few more rolls of our bodies together has her shaking in my arms as she goes over the top. I hold her through it—until she gives one last shiver and then melts into my body.
“I got you,” I whisper in her ear. With her weight held up in my arms, I walk her over to one of the lounge chairs on the balcony and set her down gently.
She sighs in the chair, her body clearly fully relaxed and loose. She looks up at me and smiles.
“We’re just getting started, aren’t we?”
Clearly she’s remembering our New Year’s marathon like I am.
“You know it,” I promise. I cannot help the grin plastered on my face. “There’s so much more I want to do with you tonight.”
Rori looks down at the tented front of my pants. “That looks painful. We should take care of it,” she says, still breathing a little fast.
“Don’t worry about me. I have something I need to do first,” I say, with a one-track mind focused on my mental image of earlier.
“What’s that?” Rori asks as she shifts to sit a little bit more upright.
“Stay there,” I instruct. I walk behind her and crouch down behind the back of her lounge chair. She turns her head and looks at me with curiosity.
“Those little bows were torturing me all night,” I whisper in her ear.
I then lean down to press soft kisses, inch by inch, down the side of her neck and shoulder line. Her skin tastes slightly like lemon, with a hint of salt. I keep going until I get to the first bow on her right side.
Using my teeth, I pull at the bow and the strings release on that side. She gasps, not expecting it.
“I’m not done. I’m only halfway through,” I say in hushed tones.
I brush my tongue over the spot where the bow formerly sat and run it back over her shoulder, behind her neck, and then over to her left shoulder where it meets the second bow.
Using my teeth again, I pull the bow free there too.
I plant a kiss where the second bow was and then walk around to the side of the lounge chair. Picking up her legs slightly, I slide onto the chair and maneuver us so she is straddling me, her back still resting on the lounge chair, with space in between our chests.
The top of her dress is looser without the bows, but I notice a side zipper is also holding the dress together.
“I’m going to need to see those beautiful tits again, Rori,” I say, looking her in the eyes for the first time since I removed the bows.
“And I need more of your mouth on me,” is her response, the heat rising in her eyes.
On it.
I hold back the smile I feel from her words and get to work on the zipper.
After I slide it down, I slowly peel down her top to confirm she has no bra on—yep, all that’s revealed is her bare tits.
They’re a perfect handful, with dark pink nipples begging to be sucked, just like I remembered from New Year’s.
I reach out and lightly pinch one.
“You want my mouth here?” I ask, knowing the answer I’m going to get, but unable to resist the tease.
“Yes, Landon, please,” Rori says with a groan.