Baller: A Bad Boy Romance (14 page)

“Once this gets out, the bottles won't stop,” I said, joking.

“Once this gets out, people will realize that you aren’t just a ball-throwing Neanderthal, and maybe they will think twice before they do things like that.”

“Yeah, well… I guess that will depend on how well
you
are able to convince them.”

“You can trust me,” she said. Had truer words ever been spoken?

I felt like I could trust Quinn Blaze and I didn’t know why. There was no good reason why I should and there was no real relationship between us that would encourage me to, but I did. I trusted her, and I believed her when she said things to me. She was really nice, and I didn’t know why because I was such an asshole. She made me feel like I could tell her I was the Zodiac killer and she would just sort of sit there and make me feel like it wasn’t my fault… maybe nothing that serious, but I felt like I could open up around her, and I felt like she had things to say that I wanted to hear. She didn’t giggle and kiss my ass like a lot of people liked to do. She told me straight, and she was a fan without being a fanatic. I could respect that.

Quinn smiled and reached for her recorder. That could only mean
one
thing. “Are we done?”

“Is there anything else you still want to get off your chest?”

“Nope. I’m ready for my surprise now,” I told her.

She gathered all her hair in her hands and tossed it behind her shoulders. She leaned into me and kissed me. Her lips were soft and her mouth tasted like Ace of Spades champagne. I heard her moan softly and held the back of her neck, using my tongue to feel the inside of her mouth. I wanted her to climb into my lap and ride me. Thinking about her, thinking about being inside her again was making me hard.

Just when I thought she was going to straddle me, she broke the kiss and stood up. What was she going to do? Strip? I felt my pants tighten thinking about her peeling all her clothes off for me, right there. She slowly sank to the ground, getting on her knees.

Oh. Yes.

Fuck. Yes.

I sat up and leaned forward to look at her. She put a hand on one of my knees and the other on my chest, pushing back gently.

“Just lie back. Relax,” she said sweetly. She kissed me, and I followed her instructions, leaning back onto the couch. I watched her unbutton my pants and pull the zipper down. She swept all her hair to one side so it didn’t go everywhere. I held my breath, watching her pull the band of my underwear down and take my cock in her hand. She gripped it at the root and looked up at my face as she ran her tongue from her hand at the base, slowly to the tip, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking.

I had thought about her doing this to me since the first time she slid my head between her lips in the locker room. Her tongue ran over the tip, licking the precum that had started leaking out. I had never been so hard in my life. The sight of her with her lips around my hard cock was so fucking hot. I put my hand in her hair, moving it out of the way so I could watch her.

She bobbed up and down on the head for a bit before she slowly sank down inch by inch till my entire cock was down her throat. I groaned and pushed my hips forward. She was a
champ
; she didn’t gag or anything, and I knew I was big. A lot of girls couldn’t do it.

Her throat pressed down on my tip as she swallowed and slowly moved her lips up my length again so she could bob up and down. I held the back of her head and guided her movement.  She was using her hand to palm my balls which felt great. I
loved
a girl who knew what to do with a sac.

I didn’t want to come in her mouth, but I didn’t want her to stop. I let her suck me off for a while, just till I got to the very edge, before I gently pushed her away. She looked up to me, using her finger to wipe at the corner of her mouth. Her face was flushed and she was panting a little. She looked lustful and hungry. It had turned her on as much as it had me.

I pulled her up and kissed her. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, feeling hers.

I had been thinking about this for a while. I had been thinking about her curves and my hands all over them. I wanted to see her stripped, completely naked. I wanted to lick her soft skin and fuck her with no clothes on.

We couldn’t do that here. We had the room for as long as we wanted it, but it wasn’t right. It was sort of hot that there were so many people in the club below and that a person might make the mistake of opening the door and finding us, but I still wanted to get her on a bed. I wanted to get her in my house, where I could pin her down and fuck the shit out of her. Where I could watch her tits bounce as she took my cock, and see her skin turn red where I would suck and bite it.

I tangled my fingers through the hair at the back of her neck. Her hair was all down today and it was long, the way I liked it. It flowed down her back in perfect curls. It would be a mess by the time I was done with her.

I pushed her back gently so that the back of her legs met the table behind her.

“Sit down, Quinn. It’s your turn.”

She sank down obediently and looked up at me.

“Panties. Take them off.”

She raised her hips to pull her panties completely off her body. I took them from her and stuffed them in my pocket. Just like she had done for me, I got down on the floor.

“Lean back, babe,” I said to her. She did. I held her around the thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table.

Her pussy was already wet. I smirked thinking about how turned on she must have been sucking my dick. She was a fan of
little Dante,
too… nah, he wasn’t
that
little. Her lips, hairless and soft were glistening with her juices. Using my finger, I parted them and felt their smoothness. She squirmed. Obviously impatient. I wanted to eat her out so good that she forgot everyone else who had ever done it before me, but I wanted to make it last.

I kissed the inside of her thigh gently and travelled up, the way I had with my hand when we were still out in the main club space.

“Dante,
please
,” she said. She was so sexy. She had been a doll and sucked me off, so it was only fair I did the same for her. I loved eating pussy. Sometimes it was all you had to do and a girl would give you whatever you wanted. I latched my mouth onto her mound and licked. She tensed up immediately, raising her back off the table and stifling a scream. She tasted like honey down there.

I used an arm to keep her hips down so she wouldn’t grind against me or move away. She was going to take it just the way that I gave it to her. I could hear her breathing getting louder and her moans become strained and desperate.  I licked her clit before firmly sucking the little nub into my mouth. I used my other hand to play with her opening, feeling her pleasure leaking out and using it to lube my fingers up. I slid just one in first, but she struggled under my arm.

“Dante, more, I need
more
.”

I smirked. She was ravenous. She couldn’t get enough. I used my tongue to toy with her clit as I slid two fingers into her. I pulled them apart so she could feel me stretch her out. She loved it. She was practically
dripping
, she was so wet. Turning
her
on was turning
me
on.

I curled my fingers so that I could hit her spot. She bucked her hips suddenly, telling me I was doing something very right. I had to hold her steady as I thrust faster. Her hands wrapped around the arm that was holding her down. She was a mess. She panted and writhed. She was trying to talk, but she couldn’t get the words out because of how good my mouth and hand felt.

Her walls tightened around my fingers and her legs shook as she finally came. She let out a small scream. Her nails dug into the skin on my arm. She froze before she sagged back onto the table. Still. Exhausted. Satisfied. I raised my head to look up at her face. She was smiling at me.

She pulled my hand to her lips and licked them clean, looking me straight in the eye as she did. I pulled her up to me and kissed her again. We weren’t in my bed at home. I would have had her stretched out on the bed underneath me and we would have gone at it. The table height sucked, but it would have to do.

“Turn around,” I told her. She did. I kissed along the back of her neck, up to her ear. I used my hands to run up and down her body. I grabbed her tits through the fabric of her top and bra. They were nice and big. I pulled her skirt up around her hips, squeezing her ass.

“Lean down on the table,” I told her. She leaned forward on her hands. I lifted one of her legs onto the table so she was just standing on one. Did she have good balance? Only one way to find out. I took my cock out and ran it up and down her wet slit a couple times before sliding into her, raw. She moaned, feeling me enter her body. I would have preferred to have her facing me because I wanted to look at her as she took my cock, but this would be fine. This would
do
. It wouldn’t be the
last
time that she and I would do this. I was sure of that.

She felt just as tight and hot as she had the first time. She was slick because she had just come. I held her hips and started thrusting. I started slow, feeding her my cock little by little till she had taken the whole thing. I squeezed her curvy ass. I owned it. It was mine. She was mine. I pulled her up and told her to put her leg on the table.

I helped her lift it up and held her steady as I thrusted into her from that new angle. She moaned, feeling me deeper inside. I used one of my hands to reach around her body and rub her clit, making her moans louder. She was so
sexy
. I wished there was a mirror in front of us so that I could watch her take my cock.

I slowed down and fed it to her deep, making every thrust count. I was holding her steady so she couldn’t back into me. The slow speed was driving me crazy too, but I wanted to make
her
crazy. I wanted her to remember this fuck and who gave it to her this good.

“I know you couldn’t wait for me to fuck you again,” I whispered into her ear. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. About
us
. I know you’ve never had anyone this good… or this big, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she said desperately. “I want you so bad,” she said between her moans. “Dante. Please make me come.”

“You’re all mine, baby,” I said to her. “The next time someone touches you, you’re going to close your eyes and you’ll see me. You’ll feel me doing this to you.”

I sped up, just a little. Just enough to frustrate her a little bit more. She was becoming desperate.

“Say it,” I said, thrusting harder.

“Yours. I’m yours Dante…only you.”

I jackhammered into her as hard and fast as I could, making her scream. She came again before I did. If I wasn’t holding her steady, she would have fallen forward onto the table. I shot inside of her just like the first time. I fucking
claimed
her. She was mine. She had said it. She knew it, too.

Quinn

It was late when I finally got home. I mean, when Dante dropped me off at home. It was past midnight, and I was exhausted. Dante had made sure of that.

Before he left, he kissed me in the car. He didn’t come out and walk me to my apartment door, and I was glad that he didn’t. It would have felt too much like a date. It was enough that we were having sex when we weren’t supposed to be, I didn’t want it to get even messier. I couldn’t afford for that to happen.

Really, we had already gone too far. We were doing something that we weren’t supposed to be doing, and since neither of us wanted to stop, we had to somehow maintain that we were going to remain focused on what we were really there to do.

Besides, we had already had sex that night anyway. Again would have just been overkill.

No
… it would have been probably the best night of my life, but there were
limits
. Even between us, who had knocked all of them down, there were
limits
. I was trying my hardest to hang onto every shred of professionalism I had left, which wasn’t much.

I knew what it sounded like when I had offered him the surprise in exchange for the short interview when we went upstairs at the club. I wasn’t bribing him. It was just an
incentive
. I wanted him to talk to me, and he wanted me to suck his dick. It wasn’t like I wasn’t going to suck his dick unless he gave me the answers I was looking for. No, as much as it embarrassed me to say it, I was ready to do
most
things with that guy if he asked me.

I wasn’t making him say anything he didn’t want to. He didn’t seem like I was twisting his arm. He was being honest, surprisingly honest.
Refreshingly
honest. He didn’t have to be if he didn’t want to, but he was.

Why was his past so dark? I understood that a lot of athletes came from humble backgrounds—but shit—he came from just…the
worst
. I couldn’t imagine. I wanted to compare it to my own childhood, and there was no comparison. My parents were still married, and I had no siblings. I had had nannies who took care of me when my parents were at work, and I was never bullied. I hadn’t seen half the shit that he had by the time he was sixteen in my whole life. We hadn’t been rich, but we were comfortable.

I loved that he was willing to take it there with me. I liked to think that maybe it meant that he trusted me and that he thought that sort of information was in safe hands with me. I wasn’t about to try and use it against him or try to shame him for it. I had to hold back everything that would come over me when he talked. I didn’t want to cry or react in a way that would make him stop. I didn’t want to say I felt sorry for him because you didn’t tell that to a man.

He didn’t want my pity. He wanted to feel acknowledged and know that his vulnerability wasn’t about to be used against him. I didn’t know how I was going to end up writing about this stuff, the hard and sensitive stuff, but the pressure was on. I didn’t want to disrespect him and the honesty and openness that he had shown me when he didn’t really have to.

Everything was fine as long as it didn’t end up skewing what it was that I was there to do. I was reporting on Dante Rock and now my viewpoint was more than a little biased. It wasn’t like any news was neutral, but still, I had standards. The other option was just completely breaking it off with him, and that would have been hard considering we had the rest of the season to be around each other.

Just because we had done it twice already didn’t mean we had to
keep
doing it. We were most likely going to, but that was just because we wanted to, not because we felt we had to. A thousand questions were running through my head.

There was no way this would happen under other circumstances. There was no way that Dante Rock, even if we had met in a regular social setting, much like the ones in which he was used to normally meeting women, would have taken an interest in me. I had seen some of the women when he had been photographed with them. They were exactly the type of girl that you thought would look for a guy like him, and exactly the type that a guy like him would look for.

They were generally the model type. Sometimes there was a socialite here and there, and other times a girl famous for being pretty on the internet, but they all had that
look
. First, they were all tall, never as tall as him, of course, but they were tall. Then, they were skinny. They had the bodies that every other woman on earth was taught to want and to strive for.

I had never been skinny in my life and I wasn’t going to start trying to be. If that was what Dante really wanted, then he could go back to that as soon as the season was over and I was done with him. I hated to think that he was using me for sex because I had effectively robbed him of all the ways he would be able to get it. I was the only woman available so maybe that was really just it.

Any port in a storm,
and all that.

Couldn’t the same be said about me though?

There he was, Dante Rock. He was a man who would be unavailable to me sexually in any other situation. Since I had basically driven him to desperation, I was the one who he had to choose. He didn’t have any other choice. The lions in the zoo would prefer to kill and eat their prey, but since sides of beef were all that was available to them, they made do.

For the time that I had him in this position, he was basically mine to do with what I wanted… and fuck it,
I was going to.

The performance he had given in the locker room hadn’t been a fluke. The man was just as good—if not better—this second time around. Hm. He was
definitely
better. This time, he had used his tongue, and I had nearly lost my mind.

I would go back just for that. Even if he hadn’t won a championship, his pussy-eating skills were championship level. He ate pussy the way he played basketball, better than most people I had ever had the pleasure of watching. We had done it without a rubber,
again
. I wasn’t even going to try and get him to use one. The fact that his cock was completely bare when he fucked me just made it hotter.

This time at the club made it the second time that we had had sex somewhere we technically were not allowed to. It was the second time that we had done it in public where literally anyone could have walked in on us. Was it
always
going to be like that? We weren’t dating. He wasn’t inviting me to his house, and I wasn’t inviting him to mine. The places we were meeting weren’t exactly
social,
and they definitely weren’t
intimate
.

Would we end up fucking under a table one day? Were we just going to keep doing it in plain sight? Was it greedy for me to want, maybe, just a
bed
? I didn’t want romance or anything; I knew where to look for that. I just wanted something more comfortable, where I didn’t have to listen to the sounds of other people and where I didn’t have to worry about a picture or tape being leaked and ruining my career. I also wanted to see Dante naked. All the way naked. I had seen all the important parts already, and the entire world had seen him without his shirt on, but I didn’t like having sex with my clothes on.

I wasn’t hungry but thought it was maybe smart to try and eat something, definitely, have some water at least. I wasn’t drunk, but I didn’t want to take any chances and wake up feeling like shit. It was late, and I didn’t want to cook. I didn’t want to try and order food in either. I settled for some crackers I had in the pantry and some hummus I had in the fridge, which I had bought on sale. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. All those stupid rules where you couldn’t eat once the sun went down were so dumb. All that shit about “
When you’re hungry, don’t eat
.” Really, what kind of advice was that?

I went wearily through my night time routine because there was no good reason to fall asleep in your makeup. Not unless you were dead. I made my way to the shower and tied my hair up so it didn’t get wet. It was messy, but I could just curl it in the morning. I didn’t want to wash it. Undressing, I found that I didn’t have my underwear on, again. Dante had taken that pair as well. Was he starting a collection? What did he do with them? Maybe when we were together I could just skip on them completely, make things easier for both of us.

The hot water was soothing on my skin. I couldn’t wait to get to bed. Dante didn’t have a normal nine to five, which was why he could afford to hit the clubs so often. Dante. I closed my eyes and I could feel him on my skin again. I could feel his hard body behind me, and I could feel his hands working me into a frenzy. I could feel his breath on my ear and hear him.

“
Mine,”
he had said. He said I was his. I had said it, too. He had said that the next time another man touched me, I would think of him. I was
already
thinking of him and it had barely been an hour since we had been together. I felt my hands go to my nipples and squeeze. I wished it was Dante’s lips I felt there and not my own hands. I wanted to feel him all over me. I wanted him to possess me,
really
make me his.

My hands slipped between my thighs and I rubbed my swollen clit. Just like that, I was on fire for him again. I couldn’t rub myself the way he had. My fingers would never feel as big and thick inside me as his did. They sure as hell wouldn’t feel as hard and hot as his cock did. I wanted him. I wanted him again and again until I couldn’t talk or move…until I could still feel where he had been the next day. I came against my own hand, slumping against the shower wall. My mind was swimming with thoughts of him, what I would do if he was with me, what I would
let
him do to me. Thinking about him was harmless, as long as it didn’t end up getting in the way of important business. The man, whether I wanted him to be or not, was under my skin.

I got out of the shower and put my pajamas on. Usually, I would turn the television on because I didn’t like to fall asleep to silence, but I was tired enough tonight that I likely wouldn’t need any help getting to sleep. I settled under the covers and made sure my alarm was set for the next morning. I noticed an unread text message. It must have come through when we were at the club.

It was from Daniel.

It was an image. At first glance, it was a couple of people in a restaurant or a bar or club sitting together. One was a man and one was a woman. They were very close together like they were trying to talk to each other over the loud music. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

The cream-colored top I had worn and the dark skirt. Dante’s blonde hair. The lights and décor from the club we had been at… it was us. Someone had taken a picture of us, and now Daniel had it. My fatigue evaporated immediately. I hurried to call Daniel, not realizing that it was likely way too late to expect him to pick up. I shut my eyes, willing him to do it. I had to explain myself.

What was he thinking? His thought was likely spot on. It looked like the people in the picture were cozying up to each other, and that was
exactly
what was happening. He probably thought that I hadn’t listened to him when he warned me about Dante, and that was also true. I hoped he didn’t think that I had been hiding this from him, even though
that
was true as well. Would he take me off the assignment?

He finally picked up.

“Hello?” he said. I couldn’t tell from his voice whether I had woken him up or not.

“Daniel—”

“Were you too
busy
with Dante to get back to me earlier?” he asked. I felt myself turn red.

“Daniel, it isn’t what you think.”

“Where are you right now?”

“I’m at home.”

There was a pause.

“Whose home?” he asked. I was mortified. Could this be any more embarrassing?
Whose home
? I knew what he was insinuating, and it made me sick to think about.

“
My
home.”

“Is he there with you?

“No, why would you ask me something like that?”