Chapter 58
Chapter Fifty-Eight
SAM
Naomi’s face was the picture of confusion as she looked up at the building our car was parked in front of.
“This isn’t where we’re staying,” she said, even as she climbed out of the door I’d opened for her.
“It is tonight.”
The deepening divot between her eyebrows was too cute not to kiss. It smoothed out when my lips moved away.
“It’s your birthday, we have gold medals and three more days in Paris, and I would very much like to celebrate all that somewhere alone.”
The fact that Wyatt and Alisha were usually somewhere in any given residence wasn’t something I thought or cared about. But today would be different. Both our families were around, and all would rightfully be keen to celebrate. At the end of it, though, all I wanted was for it to be the two of us.
So I’d booked a hotel for the remainder of our time in Paris. While Naomi had been eating this morning, I’d packed up all her stuff, and Alisha had dropped it off at the hotel I’d checked into last night. Just before Jamie had warned me that I needed to be mindful of my shoulder in today’s match.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Now, come on.” I laced my fingers with hers and led her straight up to our room.
Naomi noticed her stuff the moment I unlocked the door.
“You planned this?” she asked as she ran her fingers over her dress hanging against the wardrobe door.
“It’s not technically a surprise, so I had it on good authority that you wouldn’t hate it.”
She smiled and then walked back over to me. I opened my arms, and she wrapped hers around me, burying her face in the crook of my neck. I held her close.
“Thank you.” Her voice was muffled against my skin.
“For?”
“Showing up at my place of work and asking me if I wanted to come back to the tour. Offering to be my doubles partner. Being my training partner for the last year. Taking a thousand years to tape your fingers up, when I know you can do it in less than two minutes, at times when you didn’t even need to, because you figured out it both calmed me down and drove me wild.
For being nice and funny, occasionally obtuse, and incredibly hot.
For being a great partner both on and off court.
Especially off it. For helping me get this because my best friend is a fucking menace on clay and knocked me out early. ”
She pulled her gold medal from the pocket of her jacket and let it unfurl on the ribbon.
I let her go and gently took the medal from her, placing it around her neck and teasing her curls out from under the ribbon to let it settle properly. The medal rested between her ribcage, bright against the dark blue of her jacket.
“You’re the hot one. Nothing is sexier than watching you play tennis.
I feel like I should be thanking you for letting me watch it up close for all these months.
And for giving me a chance. And for being there as a steady presence.
And for saying yes to being my doubles partner.
And for low-key changing my entire life. I love you.”
Naomi smiled. “I love you too. Even if you made a real hash of that final game,” she teased.
“I’m sorry,” I said as my fingers found the zip on her jacket and slowly pulled it down to reveal bare skin. I kept unzipping until it was fully open, her medal contrasting against her brown skin. The muscles of her stomach flexed against the cool metal.
“How’s your shoulder?” she asked, ignoring my fingers as they teased up her stomach and along the ribbon, although goosebumps did follow my touch.
“Fine. Sore. But fine. Jamie is not overly concerned, but I will be out until the US at least.” She hummed as I ran my fingers back down, slipping them under the jacket to brush the outside of her nipples. “Please tell me you asked that for a fun reason and not just out of concern?”
One of her shoulders raised, and as it came back down, her jacket opened further, revealing one of her breasts. “I might’ve been,” she answered as she removed the jacket completely, leaving her in just her shorts and gold medal.
Any words I wanted to say left my mind as I looked at her. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts, trapping the hard peak of her nipple in between my fingers. I applied a small amount of pressure and saw her breath catch in her throat.
“What does my gold medal-winning birthday girl want?” I asked lowly against her ear, this time hearing the stutter of her breath.
“I want to make very good use of that massive bed,” she answered.
On a different day, I would’ve picked her up and carried her to the bed, but I knew if I did it now, Naomi would read me the riot act, and I really wanted to make her come before we had to start getting ready for her birthday/champion party.
Instead, I gently walked her backwards until her knees hit the bed and she fell onto it, the medal slipping up until it rested between her breasts.
I hooked my fingers into her waistband and pulled her shorts and underwear off as I started dropping to my knees.
“Ah, no you don’t. Lie on the bed,” she said.
“Are you turning down head?” I asked with a huff of a laugh against the skin of her stomach.
“No, I’m gonna ride your face. It’s what I want.”
“And?” I asked, earning me an eye roll.
“And generally speaking, you keep your shoulder in a stable position when I’m there. I won’t be able to concentrate if you’re in between them like that. I’ll be too worried I’m gonna accidentally put too much pressure on your back.”
I pulled off my T-shirt and lay down. Before I was even fully settled, Naomi straddled my waist, and I was greeted by the sight of her bare before me, except for her gold medal glinting in the light of the room and the slight sheen on her skin.
“I’m not complaining about this way of doing things. They’re your thighs. I don’t know where you find the strength.”
“Enjoy it while it lasts. Now I’m no longer playing, the endurance in these things is going to drop off dramatically,” she said as she shuffled further up until the slick, dark pink blush of her pussy was almost in line with my face. My hands swept up to cup the back of her legs.
“I dunno, Mimi, I saw you early on in your comeback, and it didn’t look like you lost shit. You were definitely doing something right while you were away.”
I squeezed her legs and encouraged her to lower her hips until my tongue could lap at her clit.
The first touch caused her hips to stutter, and she bowed forward before arching her back and grinding down against my face, using my tongue to take what she wanted.
I let her use me, looking up at her in awe as she took what she wanted.
Finding the perfect rhythm and spot to get closer to the edge.
Her medal swayed slightly as her hips turned more frantic, her breasts bouncing the faster she moved. She kept biting down on her lower lip to stop the louder noises coming out.
I wanted to remind her that she didn’t have to be quiet, but doing that would mean stopping, and I could tell by the way she was shifting her hips that she was close.
I moved my right hand from her leg up to take her nipple between my fingers, pinching it just right, and then she was coming with a broken moan of my name and her hand tight in my hair as she rode it out.
When the final aftershocks had passed, she lifted herself off my face and resettled over my waist. She was making a mess of my torso, and I loved it.
“Don’t suppose you’ve got a condom within reach?”
I huffed a laugh as I wiped her release off my chin.
“I went to see Ryder at the Olympic Village the other day, and all the rumours you’ve heard about the condoms are true.
He showed me where to get them, like it was a landmark.
All that to say, I’m pretty sure I was wearing these joggers when I went, so yes, one of the pockets. ”
Naomi reached back, her hand brushing against the hard ridge of my cock, and into a pocket, finding it on the first try.
A triumphant smile broke out on her face as she pushed my joggers and boxers down just enough to free my cock, opened the condom, and with deft fingers, rolled it along my length.
Before I could ask if she wanted to switch to a different, shoulder-friendly position, she sank down and pressed one hand on my chest while the other ran through the slickness she’d left behind, bringing it up to tease my nipple.
With a pinch that made my hips thrust, trying to find a deeper angle that didn’t exist, Naomi started rolling her hips.
Agonisingly slow.
I could feel the wet glide of her clit against my pelvis and the way she kept clenching around me as each grind made her prickle with over-sensitivity.
“You’re killing me here, baby,” I grunted and was rewarded with a very intentional squeeze of her pussy.
Her smile was almost wicked. “I was seeing if I was likely to come again”—she rocked forward and pressed her chest against mine, her medal a cool weight between our heated skin—“and I doubt I am right now, so go ahead and fuck me.”
My hands went back to her thighs and thrust up into her at a steady pace, catching every whine and moan in my mouth as I tried to kiss her whilst also chasing my own orgasm.
As my rhythm started stuttering, Naomi unleashed the move she knew was guaranteed to make me come and squeezed around me one more time.
“Fuck, Naomi,” I whimpered as I buried myself fully inside her and came.
Featherlight kisses were being pressed against my neck and jaw when I finally felt my soul come back to my body, and when I opened my eyes, Naomi was beaming at me, looking lust-drunk and happy.
“I love you,” I said breathlessly.
She pressed a wet kiss to my still slightly damp cheek. “Let’s get cleaned up and have a nap.”
As she carefully lifted herself off me, I remembered something. “This room has a massive bathtub.”
Somehow, her smile got bigger. “New plan. I’m gonna pee, then we’re gonna have a bath, and maybe if there’s time, we can have a nap.” She started walking towards the bathroom before she turned slightly to look at me, gold catching the light once again. “And I love you too.”