Page 29 of Best Year Ever
“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 isher.
“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 reachdown 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 askhowearly.
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 espn.com, 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.
