Page 85 of Lucky Baller
“Yeah, just dreading leaving you. It gets harder with every trip.”
“You sure that’s all it is?”
He nods. “Some stuff I need to talk to Coach about, about my contract, but nothing to be worried about. Just a lot on my mind.”
“What time does your flight leave tomorrow?”
“Nine. So I’ll be up and gone before you leave for work.”
“Why so soon?”
“Not sure. The time we fly out always varies. It just depends on the chartered plane and the pilots’ schedules.”
“Makes sense, I guess. I couldn’t imagine having to coordinate all those schedules.”
“What are you going to do while I’m gone?”
“Work. I need to do some laundry, so I’ll go to my place for a while. Depending on what’s going on with Buckwheat…” My voice trails off. I can’t imagine having to put him down. I pray that this medication does what it’s supposed to do.
His hands move to cup my breasts. “You going to miss me?” he asks huskily.
“Always.”
Tilting my head back against his chest, I close my eyes and enjoy his hands roaming my body. When his touch moves south, and his fingers slide through my folds, my back arches, causing me to push my ass into his hard cock.
“I need you, Tessa.”
His words are full of grit and raw need. It’s a side of him I’ve never seen before. He almost sounds desperate to have me.
“I’m yours. Take what you need.”
“Stand up,” he growls.
I do as I’m told and stand. He steps out and holds his hand out for me. I take it, letting him help me out of the tub. I expect him to hand me a towel, but instead, we both stand, dripping water all over the floor, our chests heaving with the desire surging between us.
He takes one step, then another until he’s next to me. Reaching over, he pulls open the vanity drawer and grabs a condom. Within seconds, he’s sheathed his hard length.
“Tess,” he says, moving to stand in front of me.
“Take me, Landon.” That’s all I needed to say for his control to break.
“Arms around my neck,” he says, his voice gravelly. Doing as I’m told, I lock my hands behind his neck, and with his hands on my hips, he lifts me. I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight. “Tell me to stop if I go too fast. If I hurt you, tell me to stop.”
“Delay of game.” I smirk, and he chuckles, a sound that rattles from deep inside his chest.
“I’m going long and deep,” he says as he pushes inside me. He stills, giving me time to adjust to him. He kisses me; it’s soft and sweet. Nothing like the fire that’s staring back at me in his blue eyes, or his warnings that if it’s too much, he’ll stop. When he breaks the kiss, he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. Only this time, he doesn’t stop. Over and over and over again, his feetplanted on the floor, he thrusts into me. All I can do is hold on for the ride as my body takes him deeper than ever before.
My head tilts back as an orgasm tears through me. My body shakes, my legs squeeze him tight, and my nails dig into his scalp. “Landon!” I cry out his name as the spark he’s ignited in my core spreads throughout my entire body.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me,” he says with a grunt, and he stills with a roar as he releases inside me.
I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his neck. It’s as if I’ve had an out-of-body experience. My body is still spasming around him. I’ve never felt anything as intense as that.
Never.
“You okay, baby?” he whispers.
“I think you killed me. In the best way,” I add, because I know he’s going to worry he hurt me. “I’m not sure what that was, but we can do more of that soon. ’Kay?” I ask, tapping his shoulder.
