FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance) (17 page)

“This isn’t going to make you awkward in front of us when we hang out with your dad right?” he asked.

I just shook my head and laughed. “You guys haven’t seen me in like five years. I’m barely home these days.
IF
we run into each other, I’m sure I’ll be fine. You guys just make sure you don’t catch any boners you can’t hide.”

They both laughed at my joke. “I know how men are. You’re visual creatures. You’ll see me in my sweats doing homework and start thinking about the time I swallowed your cum. You’ll be playing poker with daddy and suddenly remember the time you had me bent over that couch.” I felt Lawrence stir behind me, and Brett’s eye’s closed as he absentmindedly stroked himself. I sat up and straddled Lawrence reverse cowgirl before he could say anything.

“Just one more for the road,” I moaned. I was leaving in three days and who knew when I’d ever get something like this again. Older men, begging me to let them touch me and even better older men that I trusted. My pussy snapped to attention. In slow and deliberate motions. I rode Lawrence while staring at Brett. Using the side of the tub for leverage, I rode him slowly so not to spill water over the tub.  Brett slid closer, and I used the suds to lather his cock. I focused one hand at the base, turning like a wrench and the other massaging his balls. It was distracting, playing with him while Lawrence played with my clit, but I didn’t want anyone to cum alone. I leaned forward just a little to lick his head every time I rode up on Lawrence. The water sloshed around, splashing me in the face and was an added sound effect to our moaning.

Lawrence rolled warm circles over my nipples, and I lost it. The bathroom’s acoustics made my screaming even louder.

“Oh shit, stand up. Stand up!” Lawrence said, and I almost toppled in the tub as he grabbed his balls, holding it in.

He looked stuck between a rock and a hard place not wanting to put it on the floor and not wanting to put it in the water with us.

“Come here,” I said opening my mouth wide.

He gratefully gripped my jaw, holding me in place as he began thrusting faster and I closed my eyes allowing my muscles to relax.  He stuck his cock so far down my throat I could barely feel his cum as it shot straight down. I took everything he had and licked his penis clean.

“You are fucking amazing.”

I giggled. “I aim to please.” Brett was steadily stroking his cock, and I realized I hadn’t given him proper attention.

“Brett?”

“Mhmm?” he gazed at me.

“What do you want?”

“You,” he stated.

“Favorite position?” I asked.

“Doggy style,” he answered quickly.

I climbed out of the tub, aware that I was dripping all of Brett’s rugs. I dried my wet feet on the rug and bent over the tub. Brett still hadn’t moved.

“What are you waiting for?”

Brett waded through the water and seemed not to care about his rug either. He slid into me, and Lawrence slid closer to suck on my nipples.

Brett needed no encouragement. I looked back at him, and he had his eyes closed with his head tilted back. I wanted him here with me.

“Slap my ass Brett.” He hit me, but it wasn’t hard enough.

“Harder,” I demanded and this time, the crisp sound of flesh on flesh erupted when his palm met my bent bottom. I moaned and clenched him in response.

“Again.” He paused, waiting a few seconds until I thought he wouldn’t and caught me by surprise. He spanked me repeatedly and I moaned every time. One cheek, then the other, until I’m sure my bottom was red and marked with hand prints. I was about to melt into a puddle right on his bathroom floor.

“Brett,” I moaned, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer. “Come with me.” I leaned forward to play with my clit, and he shuddered, pulling out to cum on my back. I moaned as I squirted in orgasm with him then collapsed on the floor.

“What a way to spend spring break,” I panted.

Lawrence took the washcloth and wiped my back.

“You guys are animals. You sure you’re in your early sixties?” I questioned.

They both laughed. “Late fifties ma’am. There’s a difference,” Brett joked.

We all took a quick shower filled with steamy kisses. When I was finally clean, the clock read 10 pm. Just late enough for my dad not to worry. I dragged my body into the house and to my bed. I had been a very naughty girl, and I loved every minute of it. Tomorrow I would kiss Daddy with my filthy mouth, and he would never be the wiser. Cosmopolitan magazine had it right when they said sleeping with older men was the thing to do when you’re young. They’re older, wiser and more respectful. They also didn’t bother getting attached. I was fully confident that I would leave within three days and not see those two men again for some time. If and when I did, I knew it wouldn’t be awkward. If my arms weren't so fatigued, I would have pat myself on the back. If I had doubts before, I certainly was all grown up now.

THE END

I have never been more scared in my entire life than I am at this very moment. Seriously, there’s a gun to my head. I am shaking in my boots for my unborn child but for some reason, I believe I just might make it out of this. Here’s hoping.

Three Weeks Earlier

“Hottie alert, two o’clock,” my best friend says as she sits pertly on the bar stool beside me. We’re in downtown New York in one of those fancy but equally sleazy bars. It’s important to note the distinction between the trashy, seedy bars of other locations because there is a difference. In those bars are potentially deranged, perverted, low class people. The bar I’m currently standing in possesses potentially perverted, seedy people who dress well and have enough money to cover it up. The people here were looking for a good time and knew how to have it. That’s what I wanted.

I turned to look.

“Don’t look,” she hissed from the side of her mouth, like he could actually see us.

Honestly, you’d think I was looking for a soulmate by the way she was scoping the place. It was dimly lit and despite the crowd, I could make him out, he was sitting alone.

“Then how am I supposed to know that he’s hot?” I ask, giving her major side eye. She flipped her red bob and swiveled to face me.

“Because, I know a hot man when I see one. Duh.”

“Ugh.” She was right. Robyn knew how to keep a drool-inducing, model worthy, face chiseled by the gods with a body that won’t stop, man. I could only pray to be so lucky. “If he’s your type, I’m going to die,” I said slouching slightly.

She hit me quickly in the back of the head. “Ouch!”

“Stop slouching.”

I grumble under my breath, “Ok Mom.”

“No, he’s your type. You know, equally hot with a little touch of bad boy.”

“How can you tell all this from one look?” I asked, turning to look at her.

Face to face; I could see the freckles dotting her cheeks and her perfectly applied cat eye.

“Because I’m the master,” she purred. “Watch and learn.” Then she slinked from her chair and walked slowly to a man in a tailored suit. Despite the time, he looked as crisp as if it were morning. The only indication that he had been working all day was his ruffled hair. He sat slouched on the couch with a briefcase beside him.

She sat down next to him on the couch he occupied alone and whispered something in his ear. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was brazen and confident. She made me look like a kitten, though I had my fair share of roar. Within minutes, they were both laughing. Then he was looking at me and from across the room, I could feel the heat in his stare. I felt like someone electrocuted me. Tingles shot through my body, and suddenly my short black dress seemed like too many layers of clothes. He was no longer paying attention to whatever Robyn was saying. It seemed like he stared into my eyes for eternity, then he got up, mid-conversation to talk to me.

Oh. My. God.

Shit. I was not prepared. This isn’t what we practiced. Robyn was supposed to warm him up, give me a signal and then I was supposed to come over and introduce myself. I spun around to the bar quickly, to down my liquid courage. The glass décor and mirrors suddenly seemed really interesting. The cozy rooftop lounge feel was comforting.

“Hi.” He sounded like sex on a stick. His deep voice licked at my neck, and I shuddered.

“Hi,” I said peeking through my brown bangs.

“Is this seat taken?” He smirked.

“By you,” I flirted back.

“My name is Liam,” he said sticking his hand out to shake. He towered over me even as I sat on the tall stool. Being a petite woman, I've always had a thing for guys that are taller than me and, even better, athletically built.

“Abby,” I said, taking in his every feature. Ruffled brown hair, like he probably played in it when he was nervous. A really expensive suit that was tailored for his body. No visible tattoos or piercings, clearly this guy was clean but his eyes, they screamed to run away, and I just can’t help myself when it comes to bad boys who want to be good.

“Abby, what are you thinking right now?” he asked, leaning closer so that I could see, how dark his brown eyes were.

“I’m thinking I really don’t want to talk anymore.” That was the most seductive thing I’ve ever said in my life. Robyn would be so proud. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking your place is probably closer than mine,” he said with a Cheshire smile.

He was right. I lived four blocks away. I stepped down from the stool, and he graciously paid for the drinks. With a quick text to Robyn about my mission accomplished, we hailed a cab.

I have done this before. In truth, I was more experienced than I should have been. It’s not as hard as one would think. Three major things are important as a woman when engaging in a one night stand. Uno: Be safe. I was, Robyn knew where I was going. We shared a flat with three other women, and Robyn knew who was with me. She got a better up close of him than I did. Two, condoms are a must, and I try hard to be mindful if it breaks. Three, my place was the place to be. There was something fulfilling about a man taking the walk of shame. You just have to be confident in your sexuality and know what you want. What I wanted was a release. I wanted to be on top. I liked controlling the most dominant controlling man.  There was something about not putting up with any of their shit, including their baggage. I hate baggage, especially men’s. They always want to pretend it isn’t there. As if women are the only ones capable of feeling more than what happened to their dicks and, gasp, dare I say it? Emotions. I hate double standards even more. You’re a stud for having one night stands, but I’m a whore. Well, I say f that. F your baggage too. I don’t want that and after I f you, f you too. My life was simpler that way.

I leaned forward to tell the cabbie my address and attached my lips to Liam’s just as he started to ask me a question. Whatever it was, doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what he does for a living or if I’ve been living in New York very long. The less he knew, the better. All that matters is I come all night long. If I’m lucky, maybe in the morning too.

Abby was a tiger in the bed, and I was thankful. I hadn’t had a one night stand in a while, but all this bull with Toretto had me stressed. I thought a few drinks would loosen me up. Who knew I’d get a sexy redhead warming me up for her friend. Her friend was better anyway. Her short blond hair against her pale blue eyes. Her eyes told me everything. I could see her soul. Her cheeks were warm and colored from the liquor, and lust was dripping out of her pores.  I had a boner from the moment she cut to the chase. I love a woman that goes after what she wants.

Thank God the cab ride was short.  Ten minutes tops. I needed out of these pants immediately. They were becoming uncomfortably tight against my erection. She was practically on my lap, grinding against me and moaning in my mouth. Either this lady wasn’t shy at all, or the alcohol lowered her inhabitations. I’d have to check when we got to her apartment. I was all for random hookups, but nonconsensual sex was where I’d draw the line. I paid the man quickly, catching his appraisal of approval and grabbed Abby by the hand. She needed no prodding. We climbed three flights of stairs, more like ran. Then, she unlocked the door. Without turning to me, she walked towards what I assumed was her bedroom. What could I do but follow? She stood, waiting in the room, naked but wearing her heels. Her stance held nothing but confidence. Her legs apart and with both hands on her hips.

“No clothes allowed beyond this point.”

Her seduction was undeniable. As she was waiting, she bit her lip, and her hand trailed slowly down her thigh like she couldn’t wait for me to decide. I found myself being pulled closer and closer. Every step accompanies a piece of clothing that hits the floor. Then we were intertwined, and I couldn’t get enough of how her skin smelled like citrus, and her hair was just long enough to pull. She clutched my shoulders as my lips trailed down her throat to the junction of her shoulder. She was insatiable. Her touch felt good after so many weeks of never touching another human, let alone a woman wrapping herself around my entire body. She tipped her head back, her blonde hair falling away from her face, and I kissed the underside of her chin. I mauled her; I didn’t mean to, but she was prepared. We tumbled onto the bed without grace, and she fumbled, reaching for a condom.

All our hurried movements slowed at this time, and she put the condom on for me while staring me in the eyes. It was simple but sexy. What kind of woman was this? Where do they make women like this? She wasn’t shy about wanting pleasure. She rode me like I was a long distance lover she needed more than air. She pinched her nipple as I played with the other. One hand on her clit while the other balanced her as she controlled our speed. She gasped in between shifting her hips, grinding against me but focused solely on her own pleasure. Her bouncing breasts were hypnotic. I could feel her body gripping me like a viper, and she screamed my name. I could tell her moans were genuine, and I kept going, turning her over to make sure she reached my favorite part. She arched her back and gripped the white bars of her headboard. Her breathing quickened, and her nails dug into my skin. She rolled her head back; eyes closed as she felt the sensation on her skin. Her knees trembled.