Chapter 10 Landon #2
Without any more delay, I bend down and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking as I rub the other one with my hand. Rori lets out her most animal sound of the night so far, and I feel my dick get impossibly harder.
With my other free hand, I reach under her bunched-up dress and feel her wetness under her panties. I know what she needs. I use my thumb to rub her clit as my mouth and other hand take care of her tits.
Three points of contact. It’s a saying in football about handling the ball. Guess it’s working for right now too.
After a couple of minutes of writhing under my attention, Rori seemingly hits pause.
“Landon, wait, wait.”
As I lift my head off her nipple, I ask, “What is it, do you want me to stop?”
Putting her hands on my shoulders, she shakes her head. “No, definitely not, but I want you to come with me. Come inside me, Landon. I want to feel you deep,” Rori says with little breath to spare.
Normally, I’m fine ignoring my needs while my partner gets off, but the thought of being inside Rori ignites a driving want of my own.
Without wasting a moment, I stand up and shed my clothes.
Watching me intently while my shirt and pants come off, Rori sits up straighter again. As my boxers come off next, I instinctively grab my dick and give it a couple of squeezes.
Rori gets a knowing look in her eye, like an idea has struck. She stands up herself, her dress still half on. “Sit down, like I was,” she tells me, pointing to the chair.
Intrigued by what she might have in mind, I grab the cluster of condoms I had stuffed in my pants pocket earlier in the evening and put them on the side table next to the chair.
Sitting down on the lounge chair, I lean back, completely naked. It’s made from a comfortable fabric, thank god. On a luxury penthouse deck, you’d hope as much.
Rori continues to look at me but also takes care of her own clothing. She slides the zipper all the way down, which loosens the dress enough that she can shimmy it right off.
As the dress hits the ground, I see as I expect, that Rori’s wearing a tiny thong. Black lace, delicate against her skin.
I lie back and appreciate the sight—all of Rori’s golden skin, and her strong, athletic body combined with curves in all the right places. Most of her curls have come loose, and they frame her face as she looks up. The backdrop behind her, simply the night sky.
Sexy, gorgeous Rori, almost naked, with the whole world opened up behind her.
I take a photo in my mind because this might be the most striking visual I’ll ever be lucky enough to see.
Rori isn’t done. With a smirk, she moves her hands to the sides of her panties. I once again grab my dick without thinking and stroke it.
“Gorgeous girl,” I say to her.
Her smile widens, and she pushes the panties down to the floor of the balcony. Without missing a beat, she steps over to the chair and straddles me, my dick bobbing in front of her. “My turn,” she says.
Her mouth lands on mine, and we kiss for a few minutes as she shifts her wet center over my cock. Moving her hips, she rubs us against each other. Same as earlier, now skin over skin.
The feel of her wet pussy has me ready to burst. But just when I think I’m a goner this round, she backs off and starts kissing her way down my body.
As Rori makes a path across my chest with her lips, I moan and try to find friction for my aching dick, but she has other ideas. She starts moving down lower on my body, and I realize she plans to take me in her mouth.
I put my hand on her shoulder to hit pause. “I thought you wanted us to come together, Rori. I’m not going to last if you do that.”
“I want to taste you though,” she protests.
“Yes, later,” I agree. “But for now, come up here so I can take care of you too.”
She accepts that plan and starts to move back up to straddle me. In the meantime, I waste no time grabbing a condom and opening the package.
“Let me put it on,” Rori says with a smidge of glee. I’m glad she is enthusiastic about this plan, I think with a laugh inside.
Within about ten seconds, she’s rolled the condom onto my dick, the pressure from her hands sending another shooting wave of pleasure down my spine.
I need to get myself in check if there’s any hope of my lasting with her.
Just to torture me more, Rori takes control of our next move. Lifting her body up a bit, she positions herself over me and starts to sink down. I feel her snug heat start squeezing the tip of my dick and I growl.
“Holy shit, Rori.”
She doesn’t say anything in response, instead concentrating on our bodies connecting. Inch by inch, she sinks down, and all I feel is her.
“You feel so amazing inside me, Landon. Oh my god,” Rori says as she starts to move up and down until she’s fully seated on me.
Unable to restrain myself, I begin to lift my hips in rhythm, grabbing her ass to keep us in sync.
Did I say earlier that the sight of her half naked against the Miami backdrop is the most striking visual I’ve ever seen?
Because I take that back. Watching Rori ride me, with only the night sky as the background, is a once-in-a-lifetime view.
I snap out of my awe for a moment as I feel my balls start to tighten. Not wanting to end this round before she’s ready, I reach down with one hand where our bodies are connecting. Using my thumb, I start rubbing her clit again.
“That feels so damn good,” Rori says as she picks up her speed on top of me. I feel her start to flutter around my dick as I keep the rubbing motion going with my hand.
Meanwhile, her tits are bouncing from her movement, and I’m absorbed by that sight for a minute in my lizard brain. I take my free hand and pinch one of her nipples again.
That move seems to be the final piece of the puzzle, as I feel her tighten around me. By now I recognize Rori’s sounds, and I can tell she is right there.
Knowing that I cannot keep this up much longer myself, I grab her hips again and thrust into her deeply from underneath—one, two, three times.
On the third time, my body lets go with everything it has been holding in.
Thankfully, I feel her coming only a beat later, squeezing my pulsing dick as she finds her release.
It takes a minute for my body to start calming down, by which point, Rori is starting to find her own equilibrium.
She leans down over me, smiling. “That might be the best yet,” she says.
I can’t help but crack a cheesy joke. “Next up is lucky number seven.”
That’s right, I’ve now given this girl six orgasms in our two nights together, and I’m confident at least one more is happening tonight.
She giggles into my neck. “You’re a dork,” she teases.
“You found me out,” I say in response, smiling.
I give her a light hug and then move her over so she can relax in the chair while I take care of the condom. I make quick work of taking it off and wrapping it in a small trash bag in the waste bin by the balcony door.
I turn around, and Rori’s relaxing in the chair, but her face looks alert.
“I’m hungry again,” she shares. “Do you want to get food from room service?”
Relieved that our night isn’t over, I quickly agree and we head inside.
When I wake up the next morning, I’m a little disoriented. The white hotel sheets are a twisted mess around my body, and I move around to free myself. I hear a soft sigh followed by the noise of another person moving. Looking over, I see the beautiful reddish-brown curls I know so well now.
Smiling at the sight, I quietly get out of the bed and tip toe to the bathroom. Last night was another marathon, which is reflected in the circles under my eyes. Room service gave us the energy for two more rounds before bed.
I clean myself up with cold water, making sure that I don’t smell. Can I get away with a shower?
No, let me wait for Rori to wake up in case she is in a hurry to make her flight. I know it’s early, and I forgot to ask how early.
Walking back into the bedroom, I note she’s still asleep. I decide to focus on coffee next, so I don’t interrupt her. The penthouse kitchen might as well be in a different building, it’s so far away.
Twenty minutes later, as I sip on my coffee and look over updates on , I hear the padding of footsteps. Rori appears in a t-shirt and sleep shorts, her hair in a messy bun.
“You made coffee?” she says, her voice slightly gruff from the morning. “My hero.”
“I basically cannot speak until I’ve had coffee,” I joke as she starts pouring a cup for herself. “So I was being selfish more than selfless.”
“We have so much in common,” Rory says lightly as she takes a big sip. She likes it black, I notice.
I let her enjoy those first few sips after joining me at the breakfast table in this monstrous kitchen. She looks at my phone, which still has the screen lit up.
“You reading on the kindle app?” she asks, teasing more than serious.
“No,” I say with a chuckle. “Checking out sports scores and such. Some of the veterans across the league may be announcing their retirements soon. Once you’re facing mini-camps and training camp, it creates a reckoning of whether you have another season in you.
So I was seeing if there was any buzz about a few people. ”
“Football gossip, in other words,” Rori says, winking at me.
“Something like that,” I say. “So when do you have to leave? When’s your flight?”
She checks the time on her phone. “I still have about forty-five minutes.” She looks up at me for a beat.
“Normally I would see if you wanted to have some sexy shower time, but I need to move quickly to clean up, get ready, and organize my things. Most of my stuff will be with my dad, but I did bring a couple of bags to Miami. We’re going straight to Austin from here. ”
While I’m sad about missing everything that “sexy shower time” would have involved, I don’t want her to stress or feel pressure around our dynamic. I promised her I was only asking for one night.
“No worries at all,” I say to Rori. “Go shower, get ready, get your bags packed. I’m going to chill with my coffee, if that’s okay.”
She gives a big smile as she stands up to start getting ready. “More than okay.”
Forty minutes later she comes out of the bedroom. She has on light pink capri pants and a white loose tank. She apparently washed her hair, because it’s loose and down, shiny and bouncing. Glossy lips are the only indication that she has any makeup on.
I stand up from the kitchen table and walk to her. Still feeling a little grungy from my own lack of shower, but I ignore it.
When I reach her, I give her a hug—warm and two armed, but not super tight. I don’t want her to feel like I’m being emotional.
After a few seconds, we step apart again.
“You ready to crush it? You feeling good?”
“I need about eleven billion hours of sleep after last night,” she says, giggling. “But yes, ready.”
She starts to pick up her bags and pauses. “Thanks for last night, Landon. Another one I’ll not forget.”
The smile on my face widens. “Me neither.”
Then I can’t help giving her a reminder of what she promised yesterday. “And seriously, Rori, text me anytime if you want to stay in touch.”
“Yes, I want to keep talking,” she says, keeping her eyes locked on mine, as if to show she really means it.
“Am I still ‘New Years’ in your phone?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Oh, that’s not changing, superstar.”
And she gives me one last grin with that remark before walking out, clicking the door shut behind her.
Next stop, Texas.