#golfing

it was a nice sunny day. with a little breeze. your little outfit—the white one you chose—was hugging your curves perfectly. your skirt kept lifting up because of the wind. and it wasn't a coincidence.

lando rented out a private golf course just for the two of you. he loved being alone, especially with you. he didn't like to share. especially when you wore something like that.

he had on his basic black tank tee and shorts with some basic shoes. nothing too much. but the way his arms flexed in that tee made your thighs clench.

"okay, how about we make it a competition?" he popped the question before the last five holes.

"you and this desire to always win something," you rolled your eyes.

he laughed. "why, you can win it too," he smiled at you sweetly. liar. he'd played golf for years, and you only started coming with him when you got together—which was like a year ago.

"yeah sure," you shook your head. "okay, let's make it interesting," you suggested.

"how so?"

"what do i get if i win?" you asked, walking closer to him. he looked down at you, his eyes lingering on your lips for a little too long.

"what do you want?" his voice dropped lower.

"mmm," you pretended to think, even though you already knew the answer. you traced your fingers down his chest, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. "i want to drive your mclaren."

"what?" lando gasped. "no. never!" he stepped back. you pouted. "no baby, i love you, and i'd do anything for you, but you are a terrible driver."

"noo, come on, i'm better now! i learned a lot," you hugged his waist, looking up at him.

he looked down at you, one arm instinctively hooking around your shoulders. he was thinking, and then suddenly his expression shifted like someone lit a bulb above his head.

"alright baby, you wanna drive my mclaren?" he cooed, lowering himself to eye level. that voice made you shiver. you knew exactly what it meant.

you nodded, biting your lip.

"alright, you can drive my mclaren if you win. but if i win..." his breath brushed your ear. "you're gonna suck my dick in said mclaren," he finished, kissing your neck.

heat pooled in your stomach immediately, and losing suddenly didn't sound so bad.

but not today. today you wanted to prove yourself.

because you'd wanted to drive that mclaren since the day he took you out on a date with it. but his car collection was sacred. god, if you have to go through another tour anytime he buys a new one... because he won't just show the new one. no. all of them. all over again. why each is better or worse than another.

so you tried your best. you tried to pull out all the golf knowledge you had. you were determined.

you lost that determination after the second hole. he was way better than you and he knew it. and if you were honest, he probably held himself back. at least that's what his smug smile suggested.

you needed a tactic. you needed to win. you needed that success.

you realized you'd have to make him lose focus. and gee, you were his perfect distraction. especially in short skirts.

so before the next hole, you walked a little ahead of him, pretending to check the hole to see if the ball would go in. he didn't suspect anything.

you leaned on your stick—a little too much. your skirt rode up so high he could see the curve of your ass.

you wouldn't normally pull shit like this, but it was a private course. just the two of you. and you wanted to have a little fun.

he looked up as he positioned himself and immediately caught sight of you. his whole body tensed.

"looks like you're really interested in whether i get it in or not," he called out. you looked back, acting innocent.

"i'm trying to guide the ball with my eyes," you smiled.

"sure you are," he scoffed, hitting the ball. it stopped just at the center of the hole.

"aw baby, almost," you pouted. he walked up to you, grabbing your hips. hard. pulling your body flush against his.

"i know what you're doing," he said.

"what am i doing? i'm just playing golf with my boyfriend." you blinked up at him with the most innocent look you could muster.

"are you?" he asked. "or are you..." he continued, lowering his head into the crook of your neck, whispering, "trying to distract me?" he kissed your neck slowly. your breath hitched. he grinned. "what is that, pretty girl? cat got your tongue?" he lifted his head, lips ghosting over yours. your eyes fluttered. you wanted to kiss him so badly. to stop this stupid competition and just fuck him right here. "well," he went on, "two can play at this game." he winked and walked off.

you gasped. did he really just leave you like that?

"you're evil," you grunted.

"no," he said, pointing at you with his golf stick. "i'm fair. not the same, baby."

you threw him your angriest look. "alright. game on," you said, positioning yourself to continue.

holes kept coming and the teasing kept building.

a few minutes later, lando lifted his shirt just as you were about to push the ball. he wiped his face, and you gulped. he'd been in the gym more than usual, and it showed. you missed your shot. he grinned. you rolled your eyes.

when it was his turn, you complained about the heat too. "glad no one's here so i can get rid of this." you pulled your shirt off, leaving you in a sports bra that lifted your breasts perfectly. lando licked his lips just watching you.

but he still scored. fuck.

later, he did the same thing. pulled his shirt off. "it's been so long since i could play like this, the damn shirt keeps sticking to my skin." you looked at him like you wanted to devour him.

he walked toward you like a predator. you didn't look at him—you focused on the hole in front of you.

he stopped behind you, his hands slowly sliding up your thighs. you tried to ignore it but your body reacted instantly. "you know," he whispered, trailing kisses along your neck, "i'm okay with stopping this."

"you give up?" you teased.

"sure, sweetheart. looks like i'm not gonna win," he teased back, his hands sliding up your stomach to grab your tits.

he palmed them through your bra, and you let out a sigh.

"come on baby," he pushed his hips to your ass, grinding, letting you feel exactly how hard he was.

"i still see my chance," you breathed.

he scoffed, shaking his head. "you're impossible." but the glint in his eyes told you he loved this side of you—the competitive one.

"alright pretty girl," he stepped back. "let's see what you've got." he gestured toward the next hole.

you smiled and continued. you made some good shots, but still nowhere near lando. he knew that too.

but you weren't giving up. not the golf—you'd given that up years ago. but you weren't giving in first. the teasing had become another competition, and he was at his breaking point. you could tell from the way his eyes lingered too long on your chest, how he bit his lip when you bent over, how he kept fixing himself in his pants. you were close. and you could feel it.

and if you weren't gonna win in golf, fine. but you were damn well gonna win this.

you swung your club and took your shot. lando wasn't even looking at the ball—just staring at how the wind lifted your skirt again. he didn't notice you scored until you started jumping in excitement.

"did you see that?" you squealed, pointing at the hole.

he didn't even look. he just walked straight over, grabbed the back of your neck, and pulled your lips to his. he kissed you like his life depended on it. he dropped his club and grabbed your hips to roll them against his.

you moaned into his mouth, dropping your own club and grabbing his hair. his tongue danced with yours like he was trying to fuck your mouth with it. your knees almost buckled.

"fuck baby," he gasped, pulling back before lifting you up by your thighs. you grabbed his neck to steady yourself. "you were literally killing me." he kissed down your neck and you gasped for air, smiling like you'd won everything.

"you're weak," you teased, already grinding against his growing bulge.

"no sweetheart, i just don't like when you fuck around with me while playing my sport," he growled, sucking your neck.

he carried you to the golf cart and set you on the seat. "you think you're funny?" he teased, kneeling down in front of you.

"maybe," you teased back, biting your lip and brushing his curls away. "in the end i got what i wanted, right?"

"oh honey, you won't be able to walk back to the car," he whispered, pulling your skirt and panties off in one move.

you gasped as the cold air hit your core, and he wet his lips at the sight of you.

"look at you, already dripping. did you get off watching me struggle to hold myself back?" he asked, sliding two fingers through your folds.

"i mean... it kinda boosted my ego," you shrugged, then immediately grabbed his hair as he kissed your cunt. "oh god, lando," you moaned as he gave you kitten licks. he wanted to break you.

you writhed, crawling closer to his face. "lan, come on," you whined.

he blinked up at you with a smirk. "what is it baby? someone's needy?" he dipped back down, giving open-mouthed kisses to your pussy. "ask nicely, then i'll consider your request."

"please lando," you tried to grind on his face but he held you still.

"please what, baby?"

"please don't tease me—use your tongue like you usually do," you begged.

he moaned. "god, you sound so hot when you beg." then he dove in harder. no warning. he dragged you closer, lapping at your cunt, sucking, circling. he moved up to suck your clit into his mouth, licking the little spot with his tongue. you were a moaning mess, falling back against the seat, clamping your hand over your mouth to muffle the cries.

he was so proud of himself.

he lifted your legs up to your chest and started fucking you with his tongue. his nose brushed your clit perfectly with every movement.

"oh god, lando—fuck—oh my god," you screamed. "fuck baby—i'm gonna—"

he hummed on your cunt and the vibration shot through your whole spine. "let go, baby. show me how much you wanted this." then he moved up, licking your clit fast while pushing two fingers inside you, keeping a brutal rhythm.

you arched, one hand gripping the edge of the seat, the other in his hair as you ground against his face.

you were close, and he was hard as fuck. the way you fell apart almost made him come untouched. your pleasure was his pleasure. he loved making you fall apart.

"come on baby," he panted against your cunt, your arousal glistening on his face. "make a mess. come all over my face."

that pushed you over the edge. you came screaming, a tear rolling down your cheek, pushing his head so close he could barely breathe. but he loved it. he licked you through it until you were shaking, gasping, "too much—fuck, lando—I can't."

he finally pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand, smiling like the devil between your legs.

you tried to catch your breath, but he was impatient. he pulled you up, switched places with you, pulled his pants down, and dragged you into his lap.

"i want to feel you around me," he moaned, lining himself up. you both hissed when he slid into you. your head fell back at the stretch. he waited a moment, then grabbed your ass and started lifting you up and down on his length. slow at first. teasing. almost pulling out before pushing you down again.

you grabbed his shoulders and started moving on your own. slow, rolling your hips. his hands slid up your stomach, pulling your bra down to expose your tits.

"god, they're amazing," he moaned, massaging them before sucking one into his mouth. you grabbed his hair, pulling him closer.

he spanked your ass lightly. "come on baby. faster. bounce on my dick."

you moaned at the command and obeyed instantly. his hands held your ass, helping you move. his mouth switched from one tit to the other—licking, kissing, sucking.

you grabbed him everywhere—his shoulders, his neck, his curls.

the field filled with your moans, the slap of skin on skin, his sucking.

you were so close your thighs trembled. you grabbed his jaw, pulling him off your tits and kissing him deeply. he moaned into your mouth, tongues fighting. you pulled his lip, then soothed it with your tongue. he grabbed you by the back of your neck and kept kissing you—messy, breathless, perfect. he started thrusting up into you and you clenched around him instantly.

"god, lando—" you gasped into his mouth.

"i know baby, i know," he whined, your pussy choking his cock.

you screamed into his mouth as you came again, and he swallowed the sound with a kiss.

he thrust into you one, two, three more times before he came with a guttural moan, burying his face into your neck and biting down.

you collapsed onto him, and he wrapped his arms around you tight. his head stayed in your neck while you both caught your breath. you slowly caressed the back of his head.

when you both finally came back down, you pulled away to look at him. you brushed your thumb over his eyebrows.

"hi," you smiled.

he smiled back, pecking your lips. "hey."

"sooo, who is the winner?" you bit your lip, glancing at the field.

he laughed. "you know what, baby?" he cupped your cheek. "i think we both won today." he kissed you again—softly this time, nothing like before. like you were made of porcelain, which was ironic considering what just happened.

"i think i'll need a hot shower after this full day of exercise," you said, pulling your bra up.

Pietra nudged Max playfully as he adjusted his glove, “You know you're only here to look pretty while you lose, right?”

Max scoffed. “We’ll see who loses when I sink this birdie.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head as he carried his golf bag. His eyes, however, kept straying to the woman walking beside Pietra—you. You had been quiet at first, observing the banter between the group, but it didn’t take long for you to find your rhythm. Your natural charm had won the guys over quickly, but it was Lando who seemed most intrigued by you.

You were unsure about this whole golfing thing; you’d never played a round in your life. But when Pietra had invited you to join them on this trip, the allure of sunny Portugal and new adventures was impossible to resist. Plus, you weren’t going to lie—spending time around Lando was hardly a bad thing.

After the first few holes, it became obvious that you were, well, not the best golfer. You swung the club a few times, and while your effort was there, the technique... not so much. Your ball either went nowhere, or far off course. Each miss was followed by giggles from Pietra and lighthearted teasing from Max.

“You’ve got this,” Pietra grinned, leaning on Max’s arm, as you tried yet again.

Your swing was way off. The ball barely moved. You cringed, immediately breaking into laughter.

“That’s it,” Lando said with a mischievous smile, stepping forward. “Time for a lesson.” His eyes sparkled with something more than just amusement, his dimpled grin sending a flutter through your stomach.

You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t stop the smile pulling at your lips. “Oh? You’re going to teach me how to golf?”

“Well, someone’s got to save you from yourself.” He gave you a teasing wink, his accent rolling off his words in a way that made your heart skip. “Max certainly won’t.”

Max snorted, raising his hands. “I’m no teacher. Good luck, mate.”

You shook your head, amused, but when Lando stood next to you, a little closer than necessary, you felt a warmth rise in your cheeks. He placed his hands over yours, adjusting your grip on the club. His touch was firm, but not forceful, guiding rather than instructing.

“First, you need to relax,” Lando said softly, his voice close to your ear. “You’re too tense.”

You swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken at the proximity. His body was warm, his presence so magnetic that you were barely able to focus on his words. You could feel his breath against your skin as he adjusted your arms, moving them into position. He leaned in a little more, close enough that the scent of his cologne filled your senses.

“Like this,” Lando murmured, his hands guiding the motion. He stood behind you, his chest lightly brushing your back, and for a moment, you forgot you were supposed to be learning how to golf.

The rest of the group had quieted, either lost in their own conversation or deliberately giving the two of you space. Pietra, ever the romantic, watched with a knowing smile.

“Okay,” Lando continued, still guiding your movements. “Now, on three, swing. One… two… three.”

Together, you swung, and to your surprise, the ball sailed smoothly across the grass, not far, but far better than any of your previous attempts.

You turned, eyes wide. “I did it!”

Lando grinned down at you, pride in his expression. “See? It’s all in the technique.”

You laughed, a little embarrassed but mostly happy. “I guess I just needed the right teacher.”

He gave you a playful nudge with his elbow. “Or maybe I’m just that good.”

The flirting between you and Lando was subtle, woven into each shared glance and teasing comment. It wasn’t overt, but the tension between you was undeniable. Every time his hand brushed yours as he handed you the club, or when his fingers lingered on your back as he showed you the proper stance, it sent little sparks through your skin.

“Okay, let’s try again,” Lando said, stepping back into position behind you. This time, his touch was more casual, but it still held that underlying tension that made your pulse race.

You swung again, and though the ball didn’t fly as far, it still went in the right direction.

Lando gave a mock sigh. “Guess I’ll have to stick with you for the rest of the day. You’re not ready to be let loose just yet.”

“Is that so?” You shot him a playful look, fully aware of how close he was standing to you. “And here I thought I was getting better.”

“You are,” he said, his voice soft and sincere. “You’re just not ready to leave the pro yet.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his confidence, but something about the way he looked at you made the laughter die on your lips, replaced by a different kind of awareness.

-

The day went on like that, filled with stolen glances, light touches, and gentle teasing. The others gave you space, Max and Pietra happily absorbed in their own world, but there was a sense that everyone knew something was happening between you and Lando.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden hues over the course, the group decided to call it a day. Max and Pietra walked ahead, leaving you and Lando lingering behind, still chatting quietly.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lando asked, his eyes catching yours as you strolled beside him, golf clubs slung over your shoulders.

You shrugged, smiling. “Not bad at all. But I don’t think I’ll be challenging you to a game anytime soon.”

“Maybe we could practice again,” he suggested, his tone light, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. “I could give you some more lessons.”

There it was again—the tension, the unspoken something that had been building all day. You felt your heart race, your stomach doing little flips at the idea of spending more time with him. Alone.

“I think I’d like that,” you said, your voice soft as you looked up at him.

Lando’s smile widened, his dimple showing once again. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.

Neither of you moved for a moment, the world around you seeming to fade as the connection between you intensified. You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, you were standing even closer, the air between you charged with possibility.

“Lando,” you whispered, unsure of what to say next, your heart beating fast in your chest.

But before you could say more, Max’s voice rang out from ahead. “Oi! You two lovebirds coming or what?”

You both jumped back, laughing at the interruption, though the moment wasn’t lost. Lando’s hand found yours for a brief second, giving it a gentle squeeze before he let go, his eyes promising that this wasn’t the end of whatever was brewing between you.

“Yeah, we’re coming,” Lando called back, a grin on his face.

As you made your way back to the group, your heart felt light, your cheeks warm from more than just the sun. Golf might not have been your game, but Lando—Lando was a whole different story.

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