Tackled by Love
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Yes.
“I love you, too.”
I love you, too.
Those four simple words cause my heart to skip a beat and my breath to catch. Unable to control myself, I grab the back of her neck and crash our lips together. Lightning courses through my body at the contact, causing a shiver to run down my spine. It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve tasted her and dammit, I refuse to wait another second.
Her tongue comes out and touches my bottom lip and I take that as the green light. With her lips parted, I slide my tongue in to stroke hers. A moan leaves her lips and I’m instantly hard. Our tongues are tentative at first, trying to get reacquainted. Soon, they begin doing a dance that we mastered a while ago as I lean her back down on the couch. Bracing myself above her on one elbow, I use my other hand to explore her stunning body. Her breathing picks up as my hand gently palms her tits. I give her nipple a little squeeze, which causes her to moan. The sound makes my dick twitch in anticipation.
“God, Landon,” she pants, “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart. So fucking much.” My voice is raspy with need and desire.
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me to her. Pressing my erection against her center, it takes a lot of self restraint not to strip her naked and bury myself in her right now. This isn’t about a quick fuck, this is me showing her how much I love and want her. Slowing us down, I trail tender kisses leisurely down her neck. When I get to the sensitive spot behind her ear, she moans.
Quickly she becomes desperate, clawing at the back of my shirt, trying to get it off. Leaning back onto my hunches, I pull it off, dropping it to the floor before I continue kissing and sucking along the side of her throat. I feel her pulse quicken against my lips and knowing I bring out that response in her has my cock straining uncomfortably against my jeans.
I pull at the hem of her shirt and she arches her back to help me slide it up and then over her head. She’s wearing a black bra with lace trim and it’s amazing that she doesn’t realize how fucking sexy she is. She’s a goddess and I’m about to worship her. I bend my head down and take her bra-covered breast into my mouth. Drawing her nipple between my teeth, I bite down and tug.
“Oh, God, Landon. That feels so good.” Her hands are gripping my hair, pulling me down to her chest as her back arches up to meet me halfway. I pull the cup of her bra down where I can see her perfect, pink nipples. Looking up at her, I wait for her to open her eyes and lick my lips at the same time. I give her a wicked grin before leaning down and flicking her hard nipple with my tongue. She gasps and her grip on my hair tightens, the simple act driving me fucking crazy.
“Lean up for me, sweetheart,” I say against her skin. When she complies, I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. She eases back down and I trail kisses between her breasts, down her stomach, and across her hips at the top of her panty line. Her stomach twitches with each soft kiss I give, and it tightens with every nip to her skin. I unbutton her pants and slide them off of her when she raises her hips for me. Placing them on the floor with my shirt and her bra, I slowly glide my hands down her stomach and into the front of her matching black panties. Dipping my fingers between her most intimate spot I feel how wet she is. A groan vibrates from deep in my throat. Her being so ready for me turns me on so fucking much.
“Geez, babe, you’re soaked.” My voice is husky and I know I’m not going to hold out much longer. The need to taste her is all consuming. I move down her body and kiss her mound over her panties.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
I glide one finger in and move slowly as I continue to kiss her stomach. Soon, she’s moving with me, silently begging for more with her body. I’m all too happy to oblige. Removing my finger from inside her, I grab the front of her panties and rip them off, the force causing her to gasp. Now that her beautiful flesh is exposed to me, I insert two fingers into her slippery channel and lick up her seam, stopping when I get to her bundle of nerves. Flicking my tongue against it in rhythm with my fingers has her panting within seconds.
“More, Landon. I need more.” She pulls my hair hard, making me growl. I finger fuck her fast as I lick, suck, and devour every glorious inch of her pussy. “Yes! Yes!” she screams out in ecstasy as her body gets closer to her climax. A part of me wants to drag this out and tease her until she’s begging me to let her come, but with the way she’s arching her back and moving her hips, I can’t wait to see her explode and bathe my fingers and tongue in her sweet juices. “I’m close.” Her voice is barely audible as her body teeters on the brink.
“Let go for me, sweetheart. I wanna hear what I do to you.” She detonates hard and fast. Screaming out my name as she thrashes from side to side, riding out the wave of her orgasm. I don’t stop until the very last tremor moves through her body. I sit up and watch her breathing fast. Then she does something I never expected her to do. With her eyes fastened onto mine, she grabs me by the wrist and pulls my hand to her. Slowly, she licks the fingers I had in her pussy, tasting her arousal. My mouth goes slack and I nearly come in my pants watching this erotic display before me.
Yes, a tiger indeed.
“I’ve gotta have you now,” I tell her. She nods her head and starts undoing my pants. Quickly standing up, I get rid of them along with my boxers, letting my dick spring free with much needed relief. I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, not wanting our first time together to be on a couch. She deserves to be cherished and worshipped, and I intend on spending hours doing just that.
Laying her down gently, I kiss her lips. “I can taste myself on you,” she whispers, looking up at me with hooded eyes.
“Jesus, you keep saying shit like that and I’m going to bust a nut before we even get started.” She bites her lip and looks at me innocently. The little vixen; she knows exactly what she’s doing. I’m going to make her pay for that and the punishment is going to be so fucking sweet. “Condoms. You got any?”
“Uh, no. But I’m on the pill and I’m clean, so…” she trails off. She just gave me the okay to go bareback, no fucking way I’m going to argue that.
“I’m clean too.” Valerie was always afraid of getting pregnant so we always used condoms. I grab the base of my shaft and rub it against her pussy. Still wet from her orgasm, my dick slides back and forth with ease. I can’t hold back anymore.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I see a hesitant look on her face. I pause and ask, “Hey, you okay? We can stop if you want to.” My eyebrows are drawn in with worry. I don’t want her to feel like she has to do this and I hope she knows we can stop at any time.
“No, I want to, it’s just that I’ve never—oh, God, this is embarrassing.” She covers her face with her hands.
“Are you a virgin?” The thought instantly halts my advances. This doesn’t change the way I feel about her, but I think we should slow down if she’s never done this before. I take hold of her wrists and pull her hands away from her face.
“No. I’ve had sex before.” She looks away in an attempt to hide from me. Grabbing her chin, I redirect her eyes to mine.
“It’s okay, you can tell me. What’s wrong, love?”
“I was just going to say that you don’t have to worry about me.” I still don’t understanding what she’s talking about here, and I think my face gives that away because she says, “I can’t orgasm from sex, so you don’t have to hold out for me.” Her cheeks turn bright pink against her soft skin as soon as the words leave her mouth. Is she serious? Who’s the selfish asshole she was with before? On second thought, I don’t want to know. Just the idea of anyone seeing and touching her the way I do pisses me the fuck off.
“Trust me, you’ll get yours. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll see stars and be on the verge of blacking out. And when you start to float back down from that high, I’m going to start again and fuck you until you never doubt my ability to make you come. Understand?” With renewed heat coming from her eyes, she licks her
lips and stares at mine before nodding infinitesimally.
And that’s how we spend the rest of the night. Tangled up together in a mess of sheets, unable to tell where one body begins and the other ends. I make good on my promise, showing her more pleasure than she ever knew imaginable. When her whole body is quaking and she whimpers with the inability to take anymore, I finally give in to my own urges and let go inside her. Our bodies are covered in sweat and we’re both out of breath, but it’s the sated sigh that comes out of her once she’s laying on my chest, that makes me feel like the fucking man.
***
It’s early morning and Autumn is sleeping on my chest. My hands gently run through her auburn hair as I stare up at the ceiling. To say I’m happy that everything seems to be working out is an understatement. It’s indescribable the way I feel when I’m with her and I never want to have that void in my life again. She not only makes me happy, but also content. And that’s something I didn’t think I’d have for a while now that my career is over.
Being without football felt like I was missing a leg. A major part of my life was gone and I didn’t know how I was going to fill that space. Now that I have Autumn, I’m almost glad I’m not playing anymore because if I was, I wouldn’t have her. That revelation came to me during our month-long separation and it actually scared the shit out of me. Football has defined who I was through the majority of my life, so to almost be thankful for my injury because it led me to Autumn was a big shock. But with her by my side right now, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
The sun peeking in through the blinds wakes me. When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is a tan, naked chest beneath me. Looking up, I’m met with a pair of warm hazel eyes. The events that played out the night before are on replay in my mind, causing me to smile.
“What’s that look for, beautiful?” Landon strokes my cheek.
Turning on to my stomach, I drape my arm over his chest and rest my chin on it. “Nothing, just thinking about yesterday.” My voice is groggy, having just woken up.
“You’re blushing. Thinking about anything in particular?” he teases with a chuckle. ‘Wow’ is all I can say about last night. Never have I felt so much pleasure and love from a man before. The way he took his time when I know he wanted to lose control showed how much he cares about me. He made sure I was completely satisfied—and then some—before giving in to his own release. That thought alone gives me butterflies and makes me want to jump all over him right now.
Biting my lip, I reply, “Maybe. But I was thinking about other things too.”
Pushing himself up against the headboard, bringing me up with him, he says, “Talk to me.” Gazing into his sincere, caring eyes, I know I can trust him with my inner most feelings.
“Everything happened so fast yesterday and we didn’t have a chance to really talk about things.” My finger absentmindedly traces circles on his smooth chest.
“I know. I got a little carried away. Let’s talk now.” His fingers run through my hair that’s falling down my back, relaxing me.
“I hate that we’ve wasted so much time, and I feel guilty that I believed Valerie’s lies. I should’ve known better than to trust her over you. I’m so sorry.” Speaking the last words past the lump in my throat, I suck back the tears that are threatening to spill out. This last month has been miserable for me. Valerie brought all the hazing to the forefront of my mind, and every time I’d reflect on a name I was called or a mean note taped to my locker, I’d see Landon’s face. Instead of being together, I was hiding out in my house trying not to binge eat on some Ben and Jerry’s.
“Shhh, there’s nothing for you to be sorry for, but I know the feeling. I’ve spent the last month praying that one of my notes would make you call me. ”
“Can I make a confession?” Biting the inside of my cheek, I’m nervous what I’m about to say will upset him.
“Sure,” he answers without hesitation.
“I never read any of your notes.” I’m met with silence, so I keep talking. “I knew if I read what you wrote, my resolve to cut you out of my life would crumble. I missed you so much and hated myself for it. All I kept thinking was, how could I possibly miss a man like that? But no matter what, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I wanted you with me. The only way to keep you away was to remove all aspects of you. I didn’t want to see you, hear you, or read anything you wrote. It was the only way to protect myself.” I admit the last part quietly, hoping he understands that staying away was hard for me, but necessary.
“I get it, and as much as I hated being away from you, it helped me open my eyes.” His index finger sweeps gently under my eye. “I don’t think I realized how much I care about you until Valerie’s shit took you from me. And just so you know, that shit won’t ever happen again.” He slides down the bed, taking me with him and rolls us so that he’s on top of me. “You mean the world to me, and soon you’ll see that.” Leaning down, he plants a soft, chaste kiss to my lips to solidify his promise to me.
“I still can’t believe you’re giving her alimony for this.” Valerie doesn’t deserve a damn thing. If anything, she should pay him for marrying her.
“I don’t want you to give that another thought. Money is replaceable, you are not. I feel like I know the answer after last night, but I don’t want to make assumptions. We’re okay, right?” His eyes search my face while his eyebrows draw in, telling me that he’s concerned about my answer.
Laughing lightly at the absurdity of the question, given everything that went down hours ago, I say, “Of course, silly. I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am, but I don’t make it a habit of having sex with men I hate.” A cocky grin forms on his face as I throw his words back at him.
“Making jokes, I see. You’re gonna pay for mocking me like that.”
I can’t wait is the last thought that goes through my head before his lips land on my neck and his hand cups my center.
***
Several hours later, and I’m standing in the shower getting ready to go out to dinner with Landon. All I really want to do is collapse on my bed and sleep since he thoroughly exhausted my body, but my stomach has other ideas as a loud growl echoes in the shower. Once I finish showering and get ready, I throw on my favorite pair of skinny jeans, a white long sleeved shirt, a teal scarf, and some brown boots.
Emerging from my room, I find Landon sitting on the couch watching TV. “Hey,” I say to grab his attention. “I’m ready to go if you are.” His gaze shifts from the television to me, and the obvious perusal he gives me sets my skin on fire and sends a tingle to my most sensitive area.
“Maybe we can eat in tonight.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, making me blush at his insinuation.
“You’re insatiable. There’s no food in the house, so let’s go. I’m starving.” I grab his hand and drag him up off the couch before leading him to the door.
“Can’t blame a man for trying.” Shaking my head at him while I grin, we both shrug into our jackets and leave.
***
When we walk into the little diner down the street from me, we’re immediately seated. It’s pretty dead in here, which is fine by me. People tend to stare at Landon when he’s out somewhere and it makes me uncomfortable sometimes. The extra attention makes me anxious and I hate it.
I’m looking down at the menu when I hear Landon shout, “Elliot.” Glancing up, I see him wave Elliot over. Landon stands up to shake his hand and give him a slap on the back. “Elliot, this is Autumn. Autumn, this is Elliot.” He gestures back and forth between us while making the introduction.
“Hi, we’ve never formally met,” Elliot says to me while shaking my hand. “This is my wife, Kelsey.” Placing his hand at the small of her back, he introduces us to her.
“Very nice to meet you both.”
“Why don’t you join us,” Landon suggests.
“Are you sure? We don’t want to interrupt.”
“Absolutely. You don’t mind, do you Autumn?”
“Landon,” she says as her eyes widen, “I can’t believe what Valerie did to you. I knew she was a bit of a bitch in high school, but to spend all your money and still get alimony…” Trailing off, she shakes her head and looks down at her plate.
Locking eyes with Landon, we give each other a puzzled look. How does she know about that? It only happened yesterday and I haven’t told anyone about it.
“How do you know she’s getting alimony?” With eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side, he waits for her response.
“It was on TMZ.” Her cheeks redden, apparently embarrassed by bringing up something so private.
“Sorry, Landon. She’s addicted to those gossip websites. She doesn’t mean to pry,” Elliot speaks up trying to do damage control.
“It’s okay, I just don’t know how they’d know that. I’ve only told a few people—most of whom are sworn to silence because of client confidentiality agreements—and the alimony thing just happened yesterday.” Scratching his eyebrow, he pulls up his phone. After tapping in a few keys, he starts to read. “Well I’ll be damned,” he says to himself.
“What does it say?”
“It basically calls Val a gold digger.” Handing the phone to me, I read it for myself.
The headline reads: From Girl Next Door to Gold Digger
An anonymous source close to the couple gave details of a lavish spending habit, one she kept from her husband, Landon Stone, through their whole marriage. “It wasn’t until he had to retire,” the source tells us, “that he found out she had spent everything.” When asked what she spent it on, the source says, “Frivolous stuff. Trips to the spa, handbags, home décor, clothes. He was willing to stay with her after that too. But she filed for divorce, claiming he couldn’t provide the lifestyle she was accustomed to.” Can we say gold digger? It seems that the perfectly polished Valerie Stone isn’t as devoted to her soon-to-be ex-husband as she led the world to believe.