Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance (28 page)

As she walked out of the pool house, I watched closely, admiring the way she moved. Jim Johnson, one of my teammates, walked over with his entourage.

“Nice piece of ass,” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, she’s a reporter doing a story on me.”

He laughed.

“I bet she’s doing a story.”

“We were getting to the interview before you guys showed up.”

“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“It’s fine,” I lied. “I’m going to go inside and call her to finish the interview. You guys are welcome to hang out here and swim.”

“That’s why we came over,” he said. “Well, that and to talk to you. How are you holding up?”

“Better than the team is without me.”

He frowned.

“We’ve won the last two games.”

“Yeah, but barely,” I said. “You guys have fun. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Alright, man,” he said.

His smile returned as the three women began undressing. Still wrapped in a towel, I went inside and headed upstairs to my master bedroom where I’d left my phone. As I walked, I thought about the sensation of feeling her pussy under the water. Why did she have to be so fucking hot?

In my room, I plopped down on the bed over the covers and reached over to grab my phone. I hit her number and put it to my ear, hoping she answered.

“This is Andrea,” she said.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Hey, Tony.”

“I wanted to apologize for them interrupting us. Jim has an open invitation to my pool.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “We shouldn’t have…”

Her voice trailed off.

“Wasn’t it good?”

“Well, yeah, but I’m doing a story on you. I can’t keep it objective if we sleep together.”

“You can’t try?” I teased.

She laughed.

“You’re something else, Tony Carlotti.”

“That’s what they say.”

“What else do they say?”

“Are you back at work already?”

“No. It was late. I’m on my way home.”

“Oh,” I said.

“You sound disappointed.”

“I’m not, but I have some time to answer your questions if you want.”

“Sure,” she said. “It’s not going to take long.”

“I just want to make sure you have a good story. I’ve been getting a lot of bad press lately.”

“Well, you’re one of the highest paid players, but you act like…”

Again, she let her voice drift off.

“Act like what?”

“A kid still in college.”

I took a deep breath.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one to tell me that. Maybe I should listen.”

“You wouldn’t be suspended right now.”

“I’m not worried about a few games. As long as they let me back onto the team before the playoffs, I’m fine with it. I deserved the punishment.”

“Why are you so violent?”

I laughed.

“Seriously? You’re asking that to a football player?”

“You know what I mean. Not all players are as wild and crazy as you.”

“No, but none of them have the stats I do either.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “I’m almost home.”

“I was sad to see you leave.”

“About what happened…”

“Yeah?”

“I got carried away with myself. I don’t want you to think bad of me?”

“Because you’re attracted to a man like me?”

“Geez. You are full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“I’m good at what I do.”

“Look, Tony. You’re great. Really. But…”

“Tell you what,” I interrupted. “Call me when you’re settled at home, and I’ll tell you a secret.”

“Really?”

“Really. This is something no one else knows at the moment.”

I smiled to myself.

“Okay. Give me about five minutes. Bye.”

She ended the call. I stared up at the ceiling, unable to wait even three-hundred seconds to talk to her again. The image of my fingers rubbing against her pussy in the pool would not go away.

Four minutes and twenty seconds later, I called her again.

“Hey, I’m walking in now. What’s your secret?”

“Are you sitting down and comfortable?”

“No, I’m walking in. Just tell me.”

“You should be sitting down.”

She sighed. “Fine. Hold on.”

Seconds ticked by.

“Okay, I’m on the couch. What’s up?”

“Me.”

“Excuse me?”

“That moment in the pool. You can’t say it didn’t affect you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I really don’t.”

I threw my towel back, exposing my cock.

“You ran out so quickly earlier.”

“Your friends came over.”

“Yeah, but I thought we could continue now.”

“What do you mean?”

“On the phone.”

“On the phone? I don’t understand?”

I wrapped my fingers around my cock.

“Talk dirty to me.”

She went silent. My heart beat faster as I waited.

“I called to interview you for my story.”

“I know, but you got me so excited in the pool. Are you saying you didn’t feel it?”

She sighed again.

“We don’t have to tell anyone. It’s safe this way. My cock is in my hand right now.”

“I should go…”

She did not end the call. I moaned.

“What are you wearing?”

“Really? Seriously?”

“Come on. You can’t tell me you’ve never done this before.”

“I haven’t,” she said.

“You should try. It’s easy.”

“This isn’t right…”

“I’m stroking myself now.”

“Describe it,” she said.

“My cock feels warm in my hand. It’s getting harder.”

“Go on…” she said softly.

“If you were here, I’d ask you to kiss it.”

“Uh huh…”

“And I would taste every inch of your body.”

“I hate my body.”

“Are you serious? You’re so perfect and beautiful.”

“Go on…”

“I’d start at your lips, kissing you passionately. Then I’d move to your neck.”

“Lower,” she whispered.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Uh huh.”

“I’d run my tongue over your nipples, making them hard and enjoying them.”

“Tony,” she moaned.

I stroked faster, my cock rock hard at the thought of her touching her pussy.

“My kisses move to your stomach then lower. I can smell your sex so fresh and clean.”

“Yes…”

“I’m licking your pussy now, teasing you.”

As her moans filled the phone, I lifted my hand to my mouth and spit in it.

“What are you doing right now?” she asked.

“I’m getting my dick wet with my spit, wishing it was yours.”

“Describe it.”

“It feels good as my fingers run up and down the smooth shaft. It’s so hard. What about you?”

“God, I’m wet!” she exclaimed. “Don’t stop talking.”

I moaned more loudly as I continued stroking.

“When you’re wet and ready, I get between your legs, teasing your pussy with the tip of my dick.”

“Yes…”

“I enter you in one quick motion. My dick is so hard. And you’re so wet and tight. It’s perfect.”

“Fuck me,” she moaned.

“I’m fucking you so hard right now.” I glanced down at my hand flying up and down my cock. “What about you?”

“It feels so good,” she whined. “Fuck me harder.”

“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?”

“It’s good,” she said, breathing heavily. “So good.”

“I wish you were here.”

“I’m so close.”

“Me too. Keep going. Let’s come together. I can feel myself inside you, thrusting in and out.”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

“You’re going to come so hard.”

My balls clenched up as I got closer to my orgasm.

“I’m close,” I said, breathing heavily too.

Her moans coming from my cell on speakerphone were music to my ears.

“Wait for me…”

“I’d wait forever for someone like you.”

“Oh, Tony, this is so wrong…”

“But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”

I closed my eyes, imagining her naked body. As I pretended it was her hand and not mine rubbing my dick up and down, I felt myself approaching the moment of no return.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Now. Do it now! I’m coming!”

Two more tugs, and I exploded, my warm, white cum shooting up into the air before landing on my stomach so thick and creamy. At the same time, she screamed out, panting heavily.

Both of us were silent for a moment as we enjoyed the afterglow. I heard her soft moans on the other end of the line. They gradually quieted down.

“Are you still there?” I asked.

“Yeah…” she answered.

“You okay?”

“Just confused. We shouldn’t have done this. I’m not even sure why…”

“It’s fine,” I said. “We don’t have to tell anyone, and it doesn’t mean we’re going to hook up.”

“Oh? You’re done with me now, huh? I feel so used.”

“That’s not what I meant at all. I want more – the real thing – but it’s your choice.”

“It wouldn’t work,” she said.

“Why? Because I’m a dumb jock?”

“No. That’s not it at all.” She paused. “I have to go. I’ll call you soon so we can do another interview.”

“Don’t go,” I pleaded to no avail.

After she ended the call, I took a few deep breaths before going to clean myself off in the shower. All the while, I wasn’t able to stop thinking about her.

Why am I so hung up on this woman?

None of it made sense, but I wasn’t complaining. At least not too much.

EIGHT

Tony

A Week Later

Seven days after having phone fun with Andrea, she still wasn’t answering my calls or text messages. Had I taken it too far? What was her problem? I decided to call and ask her out again. The story she had published about me was super short and nothing amazing, but I wanted to see her.

I’d not been able to stop thinking about our shared orgasms since they happened, especially since I was suspended and had very little else to do on a daily basis. In order to take our relationship to the next level, I chartered a helicopter to take us to a cabin in the mountains.

When I finally got in touch with her, she had resisted the idea at first, but I promised an exclusive story. I had no idea what to tell her, but it worked. She agreed to come with me for a weekend. Everything was set. Once I got my dick inside her, I’d be able to move on and forget her.

I hated that my mind worked that way, but over the years, I’d realized most women only wanted one thing – my money. Why was it wrong for me to only want one thing from them? I wondered as the limousine I’d rented took me to her house.

Her front door opened and she came out before I had a chance to walk up and knock. I went over and offered to take her suitcase.

“Thanks,” she said.

“You know we’re just going for the weekend, right? What on earth do you have packed in here?”

“Just the essentials.”

I lugged the suitcase to the limousine where the driver had the trunk open. After I put it in and he closed the lid, I followed her into the back of the car. As it started off toward the airport where I’d chartered a helicopter, I turned to her.

“Thanks for coming with me.”

“Well, my journalist salary doesn’t afford me many opportunities to get away.”

I nodded.

“And we can get to know each other better for my next story.”

“Is that the only reason you came?”

“No,” she said, staring into my eyes. “I like you.”

I grinned and put my hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“I like you too.”

“Let’s not make this weirder than it already is, okay?”

“Sure,” I said, moving my hand away.

“I’ve been working so hard. That’s why I didn’t call after…”