FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance) (9 page)

“Your friend said you were really good with your mouth.” Diego whispered in her ear, but she had no idea what he was talking about.
What friend,
she wondered, but before she could ponder on it too long, he pulled her down on his lap where he was seated on the sofa. She straddeld him and he cupped both her breasts, sucking and licking them like they were icecream cones. The pleasure was immense, and she could harldy contain herself.

He gripped his cock in his one hand and guided it into her, and then she lowered herself onto him.

“Oh my god,” she cried as she felt him stretch her, hardly able to catch her breath. He gripped her hips like a vice and started to rock her back and forth. With her hands posted on his shoulders she leaned forward, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She had almost forgoten that Chad was there until he postitioned himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her ass.

“Oh my god, no! I’ve never…” she started, but Diego gripped the back of her head. His eyes dark and intense. “Relax, you’ll be fine.” He said and slowed his girating movements, his cock still buried deep inside her.

Riley was petrified, she was about to be fucked by two guys at the same time. She stilled herself and looked back over her shoulders, where Chad knelt on his knees. Diego reached around her and pulled her ass cheeks open for him. And then he slowly lowered her backwards, letting Chad’s cock penetrated her ass.

“Oooh shit, fuck, no stop! It hurts.” She cried, but Chad was already inside her, slowly but surely tearing her open.

She dug her nails into Diego’s shoulders as he held her still, and then started to brush his lips almost tenderly against her shoulder, then the side of her face until he once again captured her lips, he rhythmically started to buck his hips, sliding in and out of her, and at the same time, Chad started to pump his cock into her.

Riley’s body tingled all over, and like a rag doll they both fucked her. She couldn’t speak or breathe, and dispite her best efforts she could simply not focus any more, thrust after thrust, they each took turns, driving their cocks deep into her. The impending orgasm that loomed since this all started, began to spiral from deep within her, and their slow deep grinding movements were drawing it to the surface.  With no alternative but to surrender, she finally gave in as her body rocked, both men thrusting into her faster and harder. Finally she cried out as ecstasy and euphoria hijacked her entire being. And as her body grew limp and she slumped forward against Diego, she felt him stiffen and drive up into her one last time, followed by Chad from behind, both emptying their cum into her.

She must have passed out eventually, because when she woke up in the early hours of the morning, both men lay fast asleep on the floor with her inbetween. Her body ached in places she didn’t even know existed, but at the same time she felt satisfied and relaxed. She laid there for a few minutes before she snuck out from between them and made her way to her apartment.

Maybe Carmen wasn’t too far off, when she suggested a threesome, because now her mind was realing with ideas for her next column, she could only hope that Grace would go for it.

*******

Riley spent the day hiding in her apartment while she tried to come to terms with all that happened the night before. She should feel violated and used, but instead, she kept recalling images of Chad and Diego fucking her senseless, not to mention that the writer’s block she experienced over the past three weeks suddenly vacated the premises of her mind. Just a day ago, she could hardly bring herself to masturbate successfully, but now she couldn’t stop, every time she looked at herself in a mirror, or made mention of a threesome in her article, her pussy tingled and her nipples grew hard.

The next day, she opted to go to the office and finish her article there. She was far too nervous to stay at the apartment all by herself, and she needed a clear mind to finish editing.

“So how’s the article coming along,” Carmen asked as she leaned against the cubicle wall.

Riley jumped and blushed almost immediately. “It’s uh… coming along.” She desperately wanted to tell Carmen about her experience, but she was mortified about what her friend would think, regardless of the fact that she was the one who suggested it.

“Well if you’re blushing already, I can’t wait to read it.” Carmen said winking at her, and Riley wished for the earth to swallow her whole.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” what else could she say?
I took your advise and fucked both my neighbours and had a mind blowing threesome?

Carmen laughed softly and wagged her fingers. “Well don’t keep me waiting too long.” and then she was gone.

Riley dropped her head in her hands and contemplated the whole situation. She could always just come up with a white lie that she watched a few threesome porn movies. It was afterall very plausible since she normally watches them for research, but she had this distinct feeling that Carmen would not believe her.

Riley worked for hours to finish the last bit of her article and when she finally drew her conclusion she pushed back from her desk and stretched her legs. For the umpteenth time today she felt that familiar tingle between her legs, the one she kept ingoring since the morning. She looked around the office contemplating whether or not she should sneak to the ladies and releive herself. Both Carmen and Grace were away from their desks, so she decided that now was a better time than ever.

She made her way to the bathroom and quietly entered one of the cubicles. She was so hot, she was sure she would explode into a billion pieces if she didn’t make a plan right away. She dropped her panties and sat down on the toilet running her eager fingers over her wet pussy. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was as she stroked her clit.

“So did it work?”

It was Grace talking, and Riley promptly  held her breath.

“I’m sure it did. It seems like she’s got a new leash on creativity.”

Carmen and Grace?
It sounded like they were next door, and Riley stilled her fingers, her mood suddenly switching from hot to cold.

“Diego texted me this morning and he confirmed that him and his roommate both got to fuck her.”

“Lovely, great work. This might just be the best article this season.” Grace said in a hushed tone.

Riley cupped her hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing. Grace and Carmen had set her up with Chad and Diego! She could hardly believe her ears. Her mind was racing and her dignity was going down the tubes fast. Her employer and her best friend both fucked her over. Figuratively speaking.

She waited until they both exited the bathroom and then sagged back against the toilet. How could they have done that, all in the name of Action Inked, what hurt even more was that Chad and Diego were both in on it and that meant that their compliments were all lies, stupid ploys to get her involved in that stupid threesome. She went from being devastated to being furious. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and then stepped out of the cubicle, splashed cold water in her face and gave herself a once over in the mirror.

That was it, she refused to be the pawn of some greedy self centered bitch, and even more, Carmen could consider their friendships something of the past. She squared her shoulders, tilted her chin defiantly and composed herself before she walked out of the bathroom to her desk.

She didn’t look left or right, she simply composed her email resignation, hit send, and collected her personal belongings.

“Riles? What’s going on?” Carmen asked worriedly.

“Fuck off Carmen, I have absolutely fuckall to say to you.” she retorted and litterally shoved Carmen out the way.

“What the fuck Riley!?” Carmen shouted after her. “What’s the deal?”

Riley stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around to face her. The entire office had come to a complete standstill with a deafening silence hanging in the air.

“What the fuck? You are asking me, what the fuck. Think carefully Carmen, I’m fucking done.”

She didn’t give Carmen a chance to respond, she simply spun around and entered the elevator. She felt utterly humiliated and betrayed, she didn’t have to subject herself to others’ sick sense of loyalty and responsibility, she was an individual in her own right, and to have been exploited the way she was, was enough to make her reconsider her options.

What if they had a camera,
the thought rushed into Riley’s mind like an earthquake, unexpected and just as damaging.
What if they filmed it?
She thought in a panic. Her name, her face, her carreer ruined forever.

She cried all the way home, worrying about the consequences of her one night of pleasure, which was orcastrated by Cruella Deville and the Wicked Witch of the fucking East, themselves. How could she have been so fucking naïve. A few compliments from the opposite sex and she was putty in their hands, and oh did they mold her to their every selfish need.

As soon as she got to her apartment she dodged every single tenant, praying and hoping she didn’t run into Diego or Chad, god knows what she what capable of in her state of mind. If she was dangerously armed, she would most definitely spend the rest of her life in the state penetenuary for premeditated murder. Lucky for her there was no sign of her neighbors, and she managed to get into her appartment without any altercations. Slumped with her back against the door, she once again broke down and sobbed.

*******

Two days passed, there were over thirty missed calls from Carmen, not a single one from Grace. She refused to open the door for everyone who rung her at the apartment. She needed this time to clear her head and figure out where she was going to go next. She considered reporting the incident to the local police, but that was a dead end. Besides, what would she tell them, she got drunk and had two guys fuck her brains out?

Neither Chad nor Diego attempted to contact her, which was a relief in a way, every now and again she could hear them next door and contemplated barging in and trashing their entire apartment, but each time she conjured up the courage to do so, she withered in fear that they would laugh at her and make fun of her. But sooner or later she was going to have to set foot outside these four walls.

She spent her two days of contemplation and regret considering moving back to her home town and starting over, but she hated Iowa, and the last thing she wanted was for her mother to tell her
– I told you so –. 
She could always apply for a job at one of the other magazines writing more dignified articles. Either way, she had to make a call, but right now she needed to go to the store and get something decent to eat or face starvation.

She slowly opened the door and peaked out; making sure the coast was clear, then took a steadying breath and snuck out. She pressed the button to the elevator and waited, but as the doors slid open, she was face to face with Chad.

“Riley, what a nice surprise, where have you been hiding?” he asked with a smile so confident, she wanted to puke.

Riley’s heart raced and she struggled to breathe, was he aware that she knew about the whole game they played? Should she confront him or play the oblivious fool, and pretend she had no clue.

“You okay? You don’t seem to well.” Chad said again and stepped in the way of the door sensor. “Do you need me to get you some water?”

“No! I mean, no thanks, I’m fine.” she bit out coldly.

Riley pressed past Chad and entered the elevator, but he remained posted in the way of the door sensor and looked at her quizzically. If she didn’t know better, there was actual concern etched on his face, and that alone riled her up.

“Listen here, I know all about that stupid fucking game you played. And if you know what’s good for you, you will stay the fuck away from me. Understood?” she all but spat out at him under her breath.

That took Chad by surprise; she could tell by the way he gawked at her.

“Hang on just one minute. What game?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she said, her voice slightly pitched. “You and your friend, pretending that you gave a crap about me, do you think I’m stupid?”

Chad looked genuinely confused, and for a moment Riley wondered if he even knew. Carmen only mentioned Diego’s by name, what if Chad was also just a pawn in this sick twisted tale of debauchery.

“Well, first of all, Diego moved out, and secondly I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about, so just calm down, okay?”

Riley closed her eyes and contained her anger somewhat. She still didn’t trust anything anyone told her, but maybe she should clear the air and find out in a civil manner if there were any cameras that evening.

She invited Chad to her apartment, feeling safer on her own turf and then she started by telling him about the conversation she overheard between Grace and Carmen, and how she put two and two together. Chad was equally shocked by the revelation and from the look on his face, equally pissed off. He told her how he was looking for an apartment near the Fire Station where he worked, and how his colleague Diego put him in touch with the owner, Grace Holloway and one by one the puzzle pieces started falling into place.

Riley poured Chad a glass of wine and sat down on the wingback chair.

“So how did Diego convince you to partake in the threesome?” she finally asked.

Chad looked down into the glass of wine, then back up at her, “You’re the sex columnist, you tell me what most men fantasize about, and I’ll let you make up your mind.”

Riley took a sip of her wine and a bouquet of flavour erupted in her mouth, and just like a good matured wine had so many facets to it, so did men. They all craved sex like an addict craved their next fix, and once that craving is sated, they want to experience the next extreme fix. Chad simply gave in to his fantasies and desires, it didn’t necessarily make him a culprit, and if she had to be honest with herself, despite the fact that it was all set up, she experienced a sense of sexual awakening, something she won’t forget in a hurry.