Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (21 page)

“What’s the tradition?”

“Birthday spankings.”

The way he said the words made them sound dirty and sexual. I loved his voice. It was even better when it spoke sexy words. His moans are probably musical.

“Interesting. I don’t think…”

Before I could finish, he lunged toward me. I screamed and jumped off the couch. He followed as I ran around the coffee table. Both of us were laughing when I let him catch me. His arms held me captive for a moment as we tried to catch our breath. I stared deeply into his eyes, and I suddenly realized it was going to happen. Luckily, I’d worn my nice red panties.

He loosened his arms. I broke free and walked to the side of the couch and bent over one of the arms. When I craned my head around to look at him, he had a lust filled smile on his face. He walked over slowly and lightly tapped my ass with his palm. I’d never really been into spanking before, but it was exciting, and I wanted more from him.

“Do it harder,” I whispered.

His hand came down on my ass again, this time a little harder. “Two,” he said. Then again, with slightly more force. “Three.”

“No…” I giggled, enjoying the sensation. “Lift up my skirt.”

After he lifted my short skirt, exposing my thong panties buried deep between my shapely ass cheeks. His hand came down again, stinging my skin a little.

“My safe word is Chicago Party,” I said.

The next time his hand touched my skin, it was harder. Again! Harder! As if he could read my thoughts, his next few slaps were forceful. When he reached twenty-two, I got up and turned around. Before he could say anything, I wrapped my hands around his waist and kissed him on the lips. It was bliss, like we’d been made to kiss each other. He anticipated my every move.

“How kinky are we going to get tonight?” I asked, breaking away for a moment.

“Depends on you, birthday girl. You have any special fantasies?”

I can’t tell him!

“Well, kinda, but…”

“Tell me. No judgment from me.”

“You’re not going to believe this, but it’s kinda geeky.”

“Wait, you have an inner geek? Can tonight get any better? Your fantasy isn’t being Princess Leia, is it?”

I smiled. “Close, but no police box.”

“Doctor Who!”

A look of shock and delight spread over his face.

“Yeah, I knew you probably watched it. I got hooked a couple summers ago when I was a babysitter.”

“Incredible. I never would’ve taken you for a Whovian.”

I giggled. “A what?”

“A Whovian. Are you telling me you’re not a true fan?”

“Well, I like the show, but I’ve never gone to a convention or anything.”

“We’re going to have to go to one.”

“Definitely. Are you ready to hear my fantasy?”

He nodded.

“It’s not really anything too kinky. I just always wondered what it would be like to be taken by the Doctor.”

“Wait here,” he said.

I watched as he walked to what I imagined was his bedroom. A moment later, he returned to the living room wearing a fez on the top of his head. My hands moved to my mouth as I tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle my laughter. With a big smile on his face, he came over to me. One of his hands was behind his back. Are we in character now? What the hell? This is amazing.

“Hello, Amy. How are you today?”

“Not bad, Doctor.”

“I have something for you.”

“Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow.

“It’s for that problem you were having. You’ll need to trust me, okay?”

I nodded, getting drawn into the fantasy. “Okay. What should I do?”

“You’ll need to get naked first. If you don’t, this might backfire terribly and destroy the TARDIS.”

He watched me closely, his hand still behind his back, as I pulled off my shirt. His eyes moved to my breasts then back to my face as I took off my skirt. I wanted him to get undressed too, but I decided to play along with him.

“Those too,” he said, pointing at my panties with his left hand.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” I snapped, pretending to be upset.

“This should cure all your problems.”

After my panties and bra were both on the floor, I sat down on his couch. He approached, moving his hand from behind his back. In it, I saw what looked like a sonic screwdriver combined with a vibrator. As I watched it intently, he pressed a button and it began buzzing with a familiar noise. My legs spread as he knelt on the floor in front of me.

“Will it hurt?” I asked.

“No. On the contrary, you may enjoy it. But if it doesn’t work, I have other methods.”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Okay, Doctor. You know best.”

The buzzing vibrator pressed lightly against one of my nipples, causing it to get harder. He moved it to my other nipple for a few seconds before sliding it lower on my body. My breathing quickened as he sent the good kind of chills racing through my body. Eventually, the toy brushed against my pussy lips. I moaned, adjusting my hips on the couch.

“That’s good,” I murmured.

“It gets better.”

He ran the smooth, metal tip up and down the length of my slit. I didn’t think it could get any better until he slid the tip inside my tight, wet pussy. I arched my back, trying to get him to stick it in even further. The vibrations were incredible. As he pushed it in and out of me, he reached up with his other hand and pinched my nipples.

Even without alcohol or drugs, ecstasy washed over my body. Everywhere he touched me tingled. My orgasm crept closer like a big cat on the African prairie. Meow. Moans became screams became laughter. Emotions flooded my mind. I looked down at him in that silly fez, and I wanted him even more. Before I came, I pushed him away.

“Fuck me,” I said, out of breath. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah, hold on.”

A moment later, he had his clothes off and was once again kneeling in front of me. I rubbed my clitoris myself as he tugged at his cock to get it hard. When he pressed the tip against my wet, pussy lips, I moaned – loudly. The only thing that mattered to me in that moment was him penetrating me completely. As I arched my back, he slipped his condom covered dick into me.

I watched his face, which was finally showing emotion, as he slid in and out of my slowly, almost too tenderly. He must have noticed I wasn’t enjoying it too much, because he started fucking me faster and harder as I sat on the edge of the couch. His hands grabbed my breasts and massaged them as our bodies found a natural and pleasurable rhythm.

This was unlike anything I’d experienced in my short life. We had some connection that went beyond the physical. Was it because we’d been friends first? The fact I was sober? All the questions faded away as we enjoyed the pleasure of two bodies connected as one. All I could concentrate on was the friction, the gradual build-up of ecstasy.

Our eyes locked on each other. As his face contorted, I became lost in his mind as well as mine. He was my Time Lord, and he was fucking me, making me forget about time. The moment was all that existed, and I relished it. From the look on his face, he was liking it too. My orgasm arrived. I closed my eyes as my body shook in pleasure. Moans escaped me body.

As I clenched his hard cock tighter, he grunted and it throbbed deep inside me. Immediately, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. The kiss was passionate, salty, and perfect in every way. Slowly, he pulled out of me. I watched his naked ass as he walked to the bathroom. I stayed nestled on the couch, sunk into it comfortably. Is he going to go back to being a normal geek now?

He smiled when he came back into the room. Still naked, I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. It wasn’t the largest I’d ever seen and certainly not the smallest, but he was a master at using what he’d been given at birth. Or was it the friendship foundation we’d built up over the course of a month? I couldn’t crack the mystery. As he sat on the couch next to me, I didn’t care.

“That was incredible,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”

Surprisingly, he gently slapped my bare ass with the palm of his hand after I stood up. I whirled around, my eyes wide. The smile on his face looked like it was etched permanently into his features. In his bathroom, I cleaned up and checked his medicine cabinet for anything weird. I didn’t find anything and went back into the living room.

Part of me wanted to smoke a nice joint or have a glass of wine. When I looked at Thurston, I wondered if he’d ever smoked or drank before. I’d never met anyone his age who didn’t have a beer every now and then at least. I settled down on the couch next to him. We were both still naked, but it didn’t seem bad or wrong, which was a bit odd for me.

“I can’t believe you don’t even drink wine,” I said.

“Never even tried it.”

“What?” I looked at him in shock. “You’ve never had alcohol at all?” He shook his head from side to side. “And not even a few tokes of weed?”

“No, I never got into it.”

“Weird.”

“I guess.”

“I didn’t mean in a bad way.” I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. “This is one of my best birthdays ever, and I’m going to actually remember it in the morning.”

“That’s a good thing.”

I nodded, but I wasn’t so sure if it was really good for him not to have tried alcohol or pot at least once. As we cuddled and enjoyed the afterglow, I thought about whether or not I should try to introduce him to some of the drug induced pleasures in life – because I cared about him and wanted the best for him. We hadn’t talked about official titles for our relationship, but I was sure we were on the same page.

Nikki Finds the Love

Three months after making mind bending love with Thurston for the first time, I was beginning to have second thoughts about our relationship. We lived together, which was nice sometimes, but he was way too domestic for me. I sat alone on a barstool around the corner from our shared apartment. After working with him all day, I needed a break before spending all night with him.

When he told me he didn’t drink or smoke pot, I thought it was a good thing. I never realized how absolutely fucking boring it would be. At twenty-two years of age, I wanted to party and have fun a little longer. It wasn’t the right time for me to settle down. What the hell was I thinking when I got into a relationship with this guy instead of going to California?

“Another?” the bartender asked.

“Yes. Please.”

He poured me another half glass of red wine then walked away. I came in so often during the week, the owner had given me a tab. Thurston was too nice and sweet. Is that even a thing? My mind was muddled. I craved smoking a joint, but I didn’t have any connections in Fort Wayne. In many ways, I was trapped. You trapped yourself, silly girl.

I drank my third glass quickly. When it was gone, I reluctantly got to my feet. Back at the apartment, Thurston met me with a smile and the smell of dinner. He’d worked all day just like me, but he still found time to come home and cook. Why is he so fucking nice to me? I don’t get it. I gave him a dry peck on the lips before we walked into the kitchen together.

“You been kissing someone else?” he teased.

“What? Why do you say that?”

“Your breath. Minty.”

Fuck. He didn’t taste or smell the alcohol did he? “I did it for you, silly.”

“You hungry?”

“Famished.”

“Good. The chicken is almost done. Can you get our drinks?”

“Sure.”

Staring in the refrigerator, I wished for a bottle of wine. I’d already had three glasses, but I wanted more if I was going to have to be bored all night. I retrieved the carton of milk and closed the door.

“Milk again?”

“You know me well,” he said, a smile on his face.

If he only knew, I thought then poured us each a glass of milk before returning it to the refrigerator. My life had somehow become routine, which was crazy because that was why I’d left Steven the billionaire. Thurston was a good guy – so sweet – but he followed me around like a lost puppy. It drove me crazy. I’d tried to talk to him about it, but he was clueless.

“Dinner is done.”

“Smells so good.”

“I found the recipe on this little known website in Eastern Europe.”

“Oh, cool,” I said, hoping he didn’t launch into the full story.

“You like it, though?”

“Yeah. It’s just that…”

“What?”

“I feel weird bringing it up.”

“Come on, Nikki. We have to be open and communicate with each other if this is going to work.”

“I just wish I could have a glass of wine with dinner, you know? Or after work to relax once in a while.”

He cocked his head to the side and looked at me. “You already do that, don’t you?”

He knows? What the hell? “What do you mean?”

“Where you go after work. It’s to get drinks and wind down, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, to be honest, it’s a little obvious when you get home.”