Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance (30 page)

We made eye contact again as he got on his stomach between my legs. His hands snaked up my body to my cheek, caressing it as he kissed one inner thigh then the other.

I arched my back, pressing my pussy up into the air, practically begging him to start. Unlike most men I’d been with before, he didn’t get straight to it.

As I stared between my breasts and down at his cute head, I moaned, intent on letting myself go. This wouldn’t help my situation at work with the story I had to write, but in that moment I didn’t care.

The only thing that mattered to me was the feeling of his wet tongue against my flesh. It made its way closer to my pussy, still teasing me. He licked, his cheek brushing against me.

“Do it,” I begged.

He sat up and stared into my eyes with a grin on his face.

“What do you want me to do?”

“You know…”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Lick my pussy. Please lick my pussy.”

He obeyed, his flat, broad tongue moving from bottom to top.

“Oh, fuck…”

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes…”

“You taste so good.”

I reached down and grabbed the back of his head, shoving his lips onto my wet pussy. He got the idea, lapping and licking as I squirmed on the bed. When I didn’t think it would get any better, he stepped up his game and slid two fingers inside me.

He wiggled them as he pushed the digits in and out of my tight pussy. I wrapped my legs around him as best I could, thrusting my pelvis up as his tongue and fingers worked together and pushed me even closer to an orgasm.

Having fun with him on the phone was nice, but this was something else entirely. Part of me never wanted the feelings to end, but I also craved that moment of release – an explosion of the senses. I moaned, pinching my rock hard nipples while he made love to my pussy with his mouth.

My job, stress, worry, and the rest of the whole damn world went away. The sway of the bed and his grunts and groans turned me on even more, cascading me toward oblivion of the most beautiful kind. He lifted his head and I saw his piercing hazel eyes almost magical in appearance.

I squinted my eyes, literally losing my place in time and space as he hit the perfect rhythm and pushed me over the edge.

“Yes…” I hissed, my body shaking.

As he removed his fingers, I glanced down at him, my juices all over his face.

“I want you,” I said.

He got out of bed and frowned.

“I didn’t bring any condoms.”

“What?”

I sat up, not believing my ears.

“I told you, I usually come up here alone, and I didn’t think to bring them.”

“It’s fine. I brought some.”

“Get out of here,” he said, laughing.

“I bring them wherever I go, it’s not that I thought…”

“I don’t care,” he said, cutting me off. “Where are they? Please tell me you brought more than one.”

A smile spread over my face.

“In the suitcase.”

He bounded over to where I’d set it on the floor before getting into bed. As he bent over to get them out, I rolled off the bed and went over to him. The smell of his body – so manly – turned me on. I wrapped my arms around him, slipping one hand into his underwear as he straightened.

I kissed his back as I wrapped my fingers around his masterpiece. He moaned for a moment, not moving as I gave him a few playful tugs, causing his cock to pop out of the underwear. Not believing the power he had over me, I leg go and grabbed his arm to turn him around.

He kissed me passionately, pressing his hard chest against my soft breasts. I melted in his arms as he wrapped them around my body, holding me tight. My kisses moved from his mouth to his neck. When I did this, he removed his arms from around me, letting them rest at his side.

As I dropped to my knees in front of him, I stared up and into his eyes. The look of lust lingered, even more intense than it had been before. When I got to the floor, I grabbed the base of his monstrosity and lifted it up. It was so long, it drooped over.

Still staring into his eyes, I touched the tip of my tongue to the shaft then pulled my head back, feeling it brush against my cheek. When I came face to face with it, I was no longer able to resist the attraction. He moaned as I slipped the head into my mouth.

My lips wrapped tightly against his smooth shaft, I lowered my head, swallowing as much of it as I could manage without choking. It wasn’t much. I’d seen big cocks online before, but none of them compared to holding one in my hand – and my mouth.

He put his hands on his hips, thrusting them forward as his cock stiffened. I stroked him with my right hand while bobbing my head up and down his perfect shaft.
I’m going to let him come in my mouth
. The thought got my juices flowing between my legs.

I reached down and rubbed my pussy as I sucked his massive cock.
Will I be able to take his load?
A cock like his … I couldn’t even begin to imagine. He removed the need for me to think about it as he stepped back. I let go and looked up at him.

“What’s wrong? I want you to feel good too.”

“I want you,” he said, staring into my eyes as he slipped a condom over his cock.

I took his hand. He helped me to my feet. A moment later, I was kneeling on the sheets. He was behind me. My breasts were pressed against the mattress. I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my opening. When it pushed into me, I thought he split me open.

“Fuck…” I moaned, my left cheek pressed against the mattress as he moved my body forward.

No one had ever filled me so completely before. I had no idea such feelings were even possible as his thick, hard cock slid in and out of my tight, wet pussy. He made me feel complete. Nothing else mattered as our bodies moved as one.

“Turn around,” he said then pulled it out.

I did as he obeyed, spreading my legs and scooting back on the bed. He crawled toward me. The only thing I concentrated on was the cock about to pierce me again. When he slid it in slowly, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to get him to fuck me even deeper.

“Faster,” I said, breathing quickly.

As he increased the speed of his thrusting, I ran my hands over his bulging biceps, amazed at his raw power. He stared into my eyes as he plunged deep. The look on his face would never be wiped from my memory – not with the pleasure rocking my body.

He slowed down, moving his hips and changing the angle of entry ever so slightly. As a result, I felt waves of ecstasy wash over me repeatedly. The scent of his cologne mingled with our sex, intensifying the moment, forever locking it into my memory-bank.

I watched as his face scrunched up in beautiful agony.

“Yes, baby. Come for me,” I cooed, scratching his back with my fingernails.

With a loud grunt, he thrust his throbbing cock deep inside my quivering pussy. He screamed out, thrusting in and out a few more times. My own orgasm radiated from my clitoris to the rest of my body. I never wanted him to pull out. We were so meant for each other.

After pulling it out, he collapsed on the bed next to me. I rolled over and put my arm over his rock hard stomach while resting my head on his equally rugged chest. He made me feel so safe. My problems would all come rushing back, but in that moment of our glorious afterglow, I had no desires.

He completed me in a way I found difficult to describe with words.

“That was amazing,” I said then sighed.

“Don’t sound so sad.”

“I’m not sad, it’s just work…”

“Uh oh,” he said. “You’re writing an expose on me, aren’t you?”

I sat up, terrified.

“How do you know?”

“I was joking.” He sat up, staring at me. “Are you?”

I slowly shook my head.

He got out of bed.

“Don’t ruin this,” I said.

“Ruin what? You sleeping with me for a story?”

“It’s not like that. Come back to bed. Please?”

He took a deep breath, staring at me as I kneeled on the bed while facing him.

“Dammit, you’re special, Andrea. Don’t you get that?”

I stood and walked over to him.

“I do. Really. I’m going to tell my boss I won’t do a hit piece on you.”

“Are they even allowed to do that to me?”

“The media can do anything these days.”

After putting my arm around his waist, he calmed down. We spent the rest of the weekend exploring our bodies and getting to know each other better. The whole time we were there, we stayed in the luxury cabin. I never wanted the weekend to end, but Monday invariably rolled around.

TEN

Andrea

Back at the office Monday morning, I went to see Scott, the sports editor and my boss. As usual, he frowned in dissatisfaction as I approached. When I reached his desk, I stopped.

“We need to talk.”

“Do we, though?” he asked.

One of the other male sports reporters laughed nearby.

“Yes, we do. Can we go somewhere private?”

“Nope. I’m busy. If you want to say something, you can do it here in front of the rest of the department.”

I sighed, hating him even more.

“It’s this story you got me working on.”

“What about it? Have you gained his confidence yet? That puff-piece you did on him should have helped.”

“That’s it,” I said. “I’ve had second thoughts, and I don’t want to run a negative story on him. He’s actually not a bad guy.”

Scott laughed as he shook his head.

“You’re kidding, right? You do realize I’m your boss. If I tell you to do a story on this asshole, you’re expected to deliver what I want.”

“It’s not right,” I said. “He’s not a bad guy. Why do you want to do a negative story on him?”

“I seem to remember that it was your idea. Remember when you were trying to get out of trouble for not getting the easy story everyone else in town got the day he was suspended?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know him then.”

“And you think you know him now?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Here’s the deal, sweetie. If you don’t do the story I want, I’m going to fire you.”

“You can’t do that!”

“I can, and I will,” he said sternly.

A football sailed through the air, almost hitting me. While I wanted to scream, really go off on him, I knew it wouldn’t help my situation.

“Fine,” I said.

“And no more dallying around. I want it on my computer by the end of the week.”

“Sure thing,” I said as I walked away.

The male reporters, interns and page designers laughed as I walked away, trying to decide what to do next. Did I really have to listen to Scott and burn the man whom I might love? No answers came as I returned to my desk to think it through.

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Later that afternoon, I meandered to the IT department to find Kenneth. While he wasn’t the best person to talk with about the situation, I thought it would be good if another employee knew how Scott was treating me in the department without making an official complaint.

The corporation who ran the newspaper said employees would not be retaliated against if they complained about superiors, but that wasn’t how it really worked. I hoped Kenneth would give it to me straight, possibly even helping me.

He stared up at me from behind a computer monitor as I walked into the room where he and three other geeks worked. I smiled and lifted a hand into the air.

“You have a few minutes to talk?” I asked in my sweetest voice.

“Sure,” he said, standing up. “Let’s go to the breakroom.”

“You’re not going to talk to your girlfriend here, Kenny?” one of the other guys said.

All of them laughed at him as he walked over.

“Let’s go. What’s up?”

“It’s not super important,” I said as we walked down a hallway to the breakroom on his floor.

“Still, those assholes don’t need to know. I didn’t tell them you were me…you know.”

“I know,” I said, feeling nothing but pity for him.

We stopped at the end of the hall. He stepped aside, letting me walk into a square-shaped room with three round table with four chairs around each one. Luckily, the room was empty. I sat down. He took a seat across from me, leaning his bare elbows on the table.

“How can I help?”

“It’s nothing really. Scott is giving me trouble.”

“Is he touching you inappropriately?” he asked.

“What? Eww. No.”