Stay in Your Lane | Lonzo Ball

Chapter 51

Lonzo

After dinner, we went across the street to get frozen yogurt for dessert and headed back to our room. Izzy carried mine back for me since I had crutches. It was completely unexpected, but Izzy started giving me special treatment once we got there. Although it consisted of her kinda ordering me around, I liked it. She told me to lay down on the bed, after which she propped my foot up on four pillows to elevate my knee and covered it with a bag of ice. She instructed me to   Use the timer on my phone to ice it off and on for fifteen minutes.

"Thank you, Izzy," I said, eating a spoonful my cookies and cream flavored yogurt.

"You're welcome. It's the least I could do."

She laid down sat me as we watched a college basketball game on ESPN. When we were both finished with our yogurts, I tossed the bowls in the trash and got closer to her.

Her head was on my chest, arm laid across my torso. I took in the fruity scents from her hair and put an arm around her so that my hand could rest of her hip.

For the past few days, I've been thinking about asking her to be my girlfriend. I didn't exactly know how to go about it. I was unsure of what her response would be, which made me hesitant.

The worse she could say is no. Right? She's feeling me though. Maybe she's waiting for me to ask her.

"You okay, Zo?"

"Yeah, why?"

She looked up at me, "Your heart started beating really fast."

"I mean, I do have your fine ass all up on me," I said, "that'll do that to a nigga."

She smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed her back but this time felt different than the others. Tongue came into play quickly. Her fingers were in my hair. Mine in hers. Once on our sides, she grabbed my shirt to pull me closer. I pulled her by the waist to completely close the gap between us and hiked her leg up, letting in rest on my hip. The moans increased between the two of us. I could feel my boxers becoming tighter. I sensed the heat coming off of her body.

"Zo," she whispered softly after gently tugging at my lip.

Fuck.

I pulled away and started kissing on her neck. It didn't take long for me to find her sweet spot.

Her hands crept up the back of my shirt. Little sensations ran through me with every touch. I tugged at the hem of her shirt before going underneath.

The closer I got to the chest the more intense our kiss became. Before I knew it, I had taken of her shirt. Her breast filled out the Nike sports bra perfectly. I noticed her headlights were on, which enticed me even more. Damn, she's driving me crazy.

I felt her tugging at my shirt, so I lifted my arms up so she could pull it off. She giggled while doing so. We went back to kissing and knowing the next step I wanted to take, I started playing with her bra.

I didn't want to go too far without making sure it was okay with her first. She needed to see that I respected her.

"Can I?" I whispered, both of my hand full.

"Yeah," she nodded.

Luckily it was one of those bras that zipped in the front, which made for easy removal.

I felt my mouth open slightly in admiration.

"What?" she giggled, shyly, "don't just stare at them."

"Your body is just... Damn."

She bit her bottom lip and guided my head downward. Gently, I sucked on each of her nipples. Her moans were encouragement to continue to make her feel good. Next thing I knew her hands were grabbing me. I could feel myself throbbing with anxiousness in her grasp.