Page 85 of Best Year Ever
“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 usisgood 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.”
