FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance) (12 page)

And what was more, I could tell, as I looked into his eyes, the attraction I'd once felt for him had clearly been reciprocated way back when, and apparently, judging by his expression, he still felt it rather significantly to this day.

“Kelly... It's great to see you again. You're looking absolutely beautiful, as always,” he said. He took my hand just a little too tightly, and I could feel my hand all clammy and slack in his grip, like all the bones had gone out of it. His, by contrast, was warm and thick, powerful, possessive...

My nostrils flared, in a fashion that was depraved and animalistic.

“It's great to see you too, Danny,” I said, coming back to my senses, and promptly once he'd released me from his grip, I made my way back in the direction of my room. I could practically feel his gaze burning against my ass as I made my way down the hall for the stairs, and without even having the visual proof of his gawking, I felt both offended and aroused by the inward certainty that he'd been imagining me with no clothes on...

I stayed in my room studying until dinner, thanking God for the excuse of having a test coming up despite its presence looming larger and larger with my inability to focus. Eventually, though, I was called down to eat around eight in the evening, dreading the prospect of having to sit around eating in that man's presence for the next hour.

Immediately, when I came into the kitchen, Danny's eyes fell upon me, burning into me, and I swallowed hard, sweat prickling along the back of my neck.

We were having spaghetti for dinner, and it looked delicious- though not nearly as delicious as Danny...

I took my seat at the table, trying to ignore the burning of Danny's frequent glances, and I felt secretly relieved as Tyrone asked us to close our eyes, and bow our heads in prayer to give thanks for the meal.

“Our father who art in heaven,” he began, “Hallowed be thy name. We thank you for this meal, and for bringing us together, to be here, and...”

My heart was throbbing in my ears the entire damn time. My apologies to God, but prayer was the last thing on my mind, save perhaps a prayer for deliverance from the temptations of the devil, who I honestly believed in that moment happened to be sitting right next to me, making me think all sorts of impure thoughts.

And then, as though simply to drive that point home, I felt the pressing of a foot up against my ankle, lightly at first, and causing my eyes to go wide. It was, of course, Danny, tapping my leg so lightly that it might yet have been an accident. But he was looking into my eyes now, studying my reaction, and paying as little attention to Tyrone's prayer as I was.

My expression didn't change, except that maybe I began to look more fearful at the prospect of succumbing to temptation, and little innocent lines began to crease around my lips, between my eyebrows...

Encouraged, then, as he was by my response, be slid his leg further up against me, putting his foot between my ankles and continuing to rub- it was, I have to admit, reminiscent of intercourse...

I tried not to think about this... Tried not to let the thoughts overtake me, as they were already doing quite plainly. Taking things one step at a time, I closed my eyes, and tried to launch myself back into the prayer. But all I could really focus on was the rubbing of his leg up against me, the pleasure I felt in reaction to his touch, the goosebumps erupting wildly across my skin.

The wetness between my thighs...

By the time Tyrone had said his last “Amen,” Danny had pulled away from me, and was smiling at me with a sort of forged innocence that made me want to lunge across the table and kiss his stupid mouth.

God, how the hell was I going to survive the duration of his stay?

The incident at dinner was hardly the only of its kind. Over the next couple of days, I tried, my absolute damnedest, to put Danny out of my mind and to focus solely on my studies, knowing how imperative it was that I not let myself fall prey to him and his seductive, bad boy ways- and yet I knew, even as I attempted it, that I would fail miserably.

Any time the two of us happened to be in a room together, the sexual tension became unbearable. The long, heated stares. The unspoken longing for one another, my increasing inability to resist putting my hands all over him.

And then, God, there was the night when I accidentally walked in on him in the bathroom, naked, soaking wet, after just having taken a shower. I shrieked, wanting to chastise him for not locking the goddamn door, yet I found myself unable to look away. I was astonished by the dripping of the water from his white flesh, the tattoos twisting all across his powerful body- not to mention, the fact that his sizable, penis began to grow hard and long in response to my seeing it, my eyes transfixed on the magnificent sight.

He smiled at me, and for once actually seemed to feel a bit awkward about it himself, and I hurried to slam the door shut, and disappear up the stairs, sobbing in my room with embarrassment and sexual repression...

Plus, Ty and Ashley decided to fuck again that night, and I was left more tortured than ever as I tried not to think about screwing Danny.

I couldn't let this happen to me... I couldn't throw away my neutrality, my good sense, and fall victim to the love 'em and leave 'em attitude of some sleazy little nobody like Danny...

But then one night, when I couldn't sleep, I made the mistake of going downstairs. Not to Danny's room, obviously, though I did stare long and hard at the door as I stepped past it.

No, rather I decided that it was imperative that I get some fresh air, and accordingly I stepped out on the front porch, needing to breathe.

I nearly shrieked, however, at the sight of Danny sitting there, staring off into the distance, the glowing red tip of a cigarette acting like a torch in the blackness of night.

“Jesus!” I shrieked, gripping my chest.

“No, it's just me,” he said, and I could see him grinning by the cigarette's light.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked, trying to catch my breath, and suddenly feeling more fluent around him than I had the entire duration of his visit.

He shrugged. “Couldn't sleep. Needed a light. You want one?” he asked, extending his pack to me, and I waved him away.

“I couldn't sleep either,” I said, my nerves gently settling back down despite the immediate sexual tension of the situation. At least he wasn't a night prowler, or a serial killer or something...

“Well, at least we're not-sleeping together now,” he said, and I could feel the improper intent behind his words, making me burn for him, making me feel that, at last, it was time for me to put my foot down, draw the line.

“Look,” I said, “I don't know what you think this is... What you think there might be, between the two of us... But... But... But I have no time for... I mean, I'm not interested in... In...”

Without missing a beat, as I was still trying to compose my thoughts into something cohesive, he interrupted me. “You sure seemed to display a hell of a lot of interest in the bathroom the other night...” he said, and I could feel myself tensing up.

I began to breathe hard, irate, my nostrils flaring. I gritted my teeth, and balled my hands into fists, and just then I could have punched him in the fucking face.

But instead, I kissed him...

In an intense, roaring wave of passion, I flung my face forward toward his, aligned my mouth with his, and the two of us tasted one another. Our lips melted together, warm, wet, delectable. The skin pushed and sloshed and twisted, we put our tongues in one another's mouths, and he put his hands on me, pulling my ass into him.

I could feel him hardening up against me, that cock I'd seen in the bathroom making its first warm contact with my body, making me feel like I could dissolve into a puddle, and making me wonder what the hell was stopping me from doing so.

I pulled away from him, still sitting on his lap. Panting, my breasts heaving as I tried to still my dizzy head... I couldn't tell what the hell had just overtaken me, what had possessed me to do such a thing, and why, oh why, I couldn't stop myself from continuing.

I almost did, too. I almost proclaimed it a huge mistake, and stormed off.

But I was hypnotized by his eyes, gazing deep and longingly into him. He had his hand pushed up beneath my night gown, slid beneath the tight fabric of my panties, claws digging firmly into the flesh of my buttocks.

“Come on...” he whispered into me. “Let's go to my room...”

And I didn't say no, either...

Everything I had, everything I loved, and everything I'd worked for presently hung in the balance. And yet I was casting it away with the same brazen attitude I'd initially had in pursuing it. Not giving a damn anymore, needing this bad boy's cock, needing him to pound my pussy and to ravish my tits, to make me feel alive and wanted, and full of the excitement I'd been missing out on for so long in sacrifice for the life I sought for myself.

He hurled me hard down onto his bed, my legs hanging limply over the edge, as I peered down my heaving chest at him, braced for whatever he was preparing to subject me to.

He peeled out of his shirt, and once more I stood astonished at that throbbing hard body of his. The rippling muscles, the ink, the bull-like ferocity in his gaze as he prepared to go down on his prey...

And then, God, he descended upon me like a sheet, enveloping my body in his own. Wrapping me up in those powerful, muscular arms, squeezing me tight, nearly pushing the air straight out of my chest. He leaned in, and planted his lips, hot and wet against my own yet again, nibbling on me putting his tongue into my mouth, letting it roll around my cheeks. I moaned, and pushed myself up into him, unable to get enough of him, or of his hard cock pressing against the fabric of my nightie. Speaking of which, before I knew it he was sliding his hands up underneath it, dredging my panties down along my thighs, his hands getting dangerously close to the prize in the center, which, by this point, was so hot, so wet, that I could barely even stand it. He hooked his claws into my inner thighs, and then pulled his hands back out, moving up to the straps of the dress.

He pushed them down along my shoulders, and brought the fabric partly down along my body, pulling my breasts out into the open, and immediately lighting upon them. He put them in his mouth, and let his teeth sink into them. Rolling his tongue around the nipples, filling them with pleasure, causing them to grow hard and erect, on fire with sensation.

I moaned, and whimpered, and as he suckled upon me like a newborn, he put his other hand between my legs, massaging my pussy through the fabric of the panties. And as goddamn wonderful as it felt, I burned for him to touch me directly there, without the impediment of fabric, to push his fingers into my body and root around until I was begging for mercy.

Well, not necessarily his fingers... I might be willing to settle for tongue down there, as well...

He proceeded to peel me the remainder of the way out of my nighty then, sliding the sheer fabric down, down, down along my ebony skin, making me feel especially vulnerable as he stared lustfully at my nearly naked body. I swallowed hard, holding my breath, and he finished the task of undressing me at last, slipping the lace of my panties down off of me, letting them fall to my ankles, at which point I kicked them off, and he spread my thighs wide open.

He brought his face forward, blowing into my open hole, and slowly he began to trace his finger around the perimeter of my twat, sliding along through the moisture, getting his fingers all slick and wet. I burned at the sight of him putting his fingers in his mouth, tasting my fluids, before leaning in once more, and properly burying his face in my crotch.

I moaned aloud as I felt the first warm, liquid twists of his tongue into the folds of my pussy. He melted into me, the flat pink palm of the organ absorbing my exquisite pussy's flavor, like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever had the pleasure of tasting. He spit into me, and used his fingers to coat me with his saliva, and then he continued to lick me. Stabbing me with the spade of his tongue, again and again and again, lapping me up, and starting to get awfully damn good at what it was he was doing to me.

His head began to bob in a steady, rhythmic motion, like watching a bobblehead bounce around between my open thighs. I put my hand on the back of his head, clutching his beautifully perfect skull and feeling his hair as he ate me, swallowing up my cunt, drowning himself in my flesh, and making me feel so damn good as the sensations mounted.

“Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh God... Yes...”
I moaned steadily, and I realized I'd forgotten how wonderful all of this was. The pleasure, the buildup, the agony, and then suddenly, the intense rolling shock of orgasm, forcing me to press my body up into him, thighs closing in around him like a vice, my buttocks clenching, and my spine arching up from the bed.

I released him at last, gasping as my first climax of the night came to its glowing conclusion. I was dizzy, stars popping before my eyes, and yet I knew that that was only the first round of activity for the evening. I knew that, as he pulled away from my twat, licking his lips, he must certainly have worked himself up quite the raging boner at this point, and the pleasure would be entirely mine to service him, and to offer him some relief from such a long, veiny problem...

Sure enough, as he stripped out of his jeans, his penis was long and hard, glistening in the dark from the precum running down his shaft, and I knew he was more than ready for me.

I got off the bed, and ducked down on the floor, waving my hair behind my ears as I slipped my fingers around him, slowly dredging the skin back and forth, and trying to decide how best to go about what I had in store for him. It had been quite a long time since I'd had the pleasure of giving man a blowjob- I was frankly inexperienced- and I wasn't sure how good I would be once I got my mouth around him.

But he seemed to like it just fine as my lips dissolved around his shaft, swallowing him up into me, my tongue rolling along every veiny inch of him, coating him with saliva.