Sport of Kings

by Livia Ellis

  “Two suggestions,” Ollie says. “One. Get over it quickly. Two. Toss a couple of horny women at him. That’s a good introduction into the world of being a kinky bastard.” He points with the bottle to where Olga and Hortense are practically rubbing themselves against a few of the players who have caught their attention. “Pop that cherry of his. You know the two of them are dying to get their hands on him.”

  My thought exactly. I watch the women. Hortense with a mass of flame red hair. Olga with her black mane trailing down her back. I know both of these women intimately. “They’d really do him good wouldn’t they?”

  “Best night of his life.” Ollie fills my glass. “How about I go and talk to them? You go and talk to him.”

  Ollie leaves me to finish watching the practice. Alejandro wants to form his own team. This is something we talked about doing together. One of the many things we talked about doing together. If I’d been paying attention, I would have heard him telling me he wants to have some of the experiences I’ve had. He wants to know the sexual freedom I’ve known. He’s not the shy virgin anymore.

  I walk around the white fence of the pitch. In the distance I can see him going into the stable on the back of Cassandra. I follow. The stable is full of players covered in sweat with sun-kissed skin. Most of them know me. Many of them have been my lovers. They know Alejandro was the one to tame me.

  When I find Alejandro, he’s talking to Alyar. Alyar of the blowjobs during our separation. They’re laughing. Jealousy is an annoying emotion.

  Alejandro pulls off his sweat soaked shirt and wipes his face and body with it. I’m left with a view of his perfect physique. No wonder I don’t want to share him. Someone might steal him from me. But Ollie is right. I need to get over it.

  I walk into the stall. Cassandra is happy to see me. She whinnies and neighs. I would swear she gives Alyar a dirty look. Just in case she hasn’t, I do. I very nearly tell him to piss off, but I don’t. I hold back. I’m not the one who has been wronged here.

  Alejandro and Alyar speak in French. I really need to learn French. Both of them speak English. This is purposeful. They’re trying to piss me off.

  Alyar leaves, but not without giving me a look that I interpret as saying I’ve had your boyfriend’s cock in my mouth.

  “What do you want?” Alejandro asks me. He throws his sweaty polo shirt at me. I catch it. I’m going to keep it.

  “I want to see my … your horse.” I rub Cassandra’s nose and scratch her behind her ears. “She misses me.”

  Alejandro nods. He swats at a fly that’s landed on his sweat covered, bare chest. “She misses you. What do you want? Or are you going to stalk me after I told you I need time to think?”

  “I get it. You’re not so angry about the fact I had someone else, you’re angry about the fact you weren’t included. That I deceived you.”

  Alejandro puts his mouth near Cassandra’s ear. “He’s getting it,” he whispers. “I don’t understand why he gets to play and I don’t.” Cassandra bobs her head up and down. “Cassandra doesn’t understand either. She’s thinks you’re selfish and possessive too.”

  The caretaker tasked with seeing after Cassandra and Alejandro’s other mount arrives. They speak for a moment, and then we leave the stable together. We walk in the direction of the house where my room is.

  “How about this.” We’re alone and there are no ears within prying distance. “From now on, we are together. We do like Olga and Ollie. Other people can play, but we’re always together.”

  “Unless we talk about it in advance.”

  “Except then. I really only want to be with you. But truthfully, Olga and Hortense can be a lot of fun. Which brings me to my next suggestion.”

  “You have nothing if not my undivided attention.”

  “They want you.” His shirt dangles from my fingertips as we walk. For certain our walking together has caught the attention of more than one pair of roving eyes. Our breakup has been the stuff of delicious gossip.

  “Really?” He laughs. “Snow is white and grass is green. Quite frankly, I’m worried they’d rip me apart trying to divide me up.”

  “They will be very good to you. You’ve been saying for a long time that you wanted to have sex with a woman just to see what it was like. How about two? See? I can share you.”

  Alejandro rubs his hand across his jaw. “Okay. I’m in.”

  “Ollie is sorting it out with them. Tonight.”

  “Tonight we’re going to be together,” he says.

  My cock twitches in my trousers.

  “Okay.” I’m quiet. I don’t make any sudden moves. I don’t want to spook him.

  “I’ll talk to Hortense and Olga.” He rubs his hand across his chin. He’s making plans. He thinks about these things. Creating moments matters to him. This is why I need him. He raises an arm and waves. I look to see what he sees. Hortense and Olga are practically rushing us.

  The two women stop short just in front of us. “Well?” Olga purrs.

  Hortense walks two of her fingers up Alejandro’s chest. “Do we get a little Argentinian beef?”

  Alejandro looks at me. This is the kind of pun I’ve been told off for making. Then he looks at Hortense. “Really? No more Argentinian beef jokes. But yes.”

  The two scream, hold hands, and jump around.

  Alejandro raises his fingers to his mouth and whistles. “Ladies!” They stop dancing and look at him. “I’m thinking Paris. A nice suite at the George V.”

  “I love this!” Hortense gushes.

  “French … no … Italian lingerie!” Olga claps. “Or maybe Japanese.” She wiggles her eyebrows a little. “A little cosplay yum for all of us.”

  “Something pretty,” Alejandro says. “Nothing slutty or tacky. I like princesses.”

  They scream princesses in unison. Then they start whispering. After a minute of this, they nod.

  “We know what to do,” Hortense says.

  “You leave all the planning to us,” Olga says.

  “Two weeks,” Alejandro says.

  The women agree. Two weeks and the three have a date in Paris. Alejandro shoos them away.

  “You’ve changed,” I tell him when we’re alone.

  “I’ve changed. Does that bother you?”

  “No,” I say. “I like that I’ve known you from the beginning of your sexual journey. How many lovers have you had again?” He’s not that nervous young man he was standing in my bathroom trying to convince me he was a sexual dynamo. He’s a beautiful Adonis on the edge of discovering his sexual boundaries. And I’ll be with him for the ride.

  “Lots.” He laughs.

  “How many is lots?”

  “One,” he says.

  We arrive at the door to my room, and I let us in. He locks the door behind us. I toss his sweat covered shirt to the side and pull off my own shirt. I don’t wait for an invitation to take off my trousers as Alejandro sits on the bed removing his riding boots. He drops them as he rises from the bed to pull off his riding pants. The condoms are still on the dresser and there is lube in the nightstand along with a selection of toys. The hosts of these gatherings make certain all of their guests’ needs are met.

  He leans over me and kisses me. His tongue enters my mouth and swirls around. He pulls away and looks into my face. “I need a shower.”

  “I like you dirty.” I trail my nose over his skin. Pheromones fill my nostrils. “You’re just going to get sweatier.”

  “You like me dirty?” A low throaty laugh comes. “I’ve missed you.”

  I move back on the bed as he comes forward. My thighs are spread wide open by his strong hands. He bends his head down and slowly licks a line up the interior of my right leg. He grasps my cock and strokes my shaft with long slow exaggerated movement. Slowly he moves on top of me. He kisses me. Wet, hard, sloppy, open-mouth, devouring kisses. These are not I want to make love to you kisses. These are I’m going to fuck you kisses. Our cocks rub together as we kiss.

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nbsp; Alejandro grabs the condoms off the nightstand.

  “How many times did I practice this?” He rips open a condom wrapper. He pops it into his mouth and moves back down my body. Dipping his head, his open mouth cups around the tip of my shaft. With one swift movement, he takes me in fully. His head bobs up and down as he fucks me with his lips. He keeps a steady pressure as he works me to a climax.

  I expect him to stop. To pull back. Make me wait. But he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches between my thighs and spreads my cheeks open just enough for a finger to find its way to the rim of my anus. Carefully, he stimulates and relaxes my muscles. A finger slides inside. A groan comes out of my throat as my head tips back and my back arches.

  His lips release me. “That would be your prostate.” He laughs. The soft mouth with the feathery lips returns to pleasure me.

  The simultaneous stimulation between his finger and his mouth are welcome pleasures after being without for too long. I look down at him and find his gaze on me. The intimacy is still there. It hasn’t been lost. Waves of pleasure go from creeping up my spine to pounding in my veins. The breath catches in my throat as I hold on to the intensity of the spasms. I ejaculate inside the condom inside Alejandro’s mouth.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  The used condom is removed and discarded. He climbs on top of me. “You’re just saying that because I made you come.” He reaches for another condom and slides it on his own cock. He’s sending me a message. We’re not that intimate just yet. I’m still going to have to work to get his trust back.

  I run my hands up and down his back and sides as I kiss and nip at his shoulders. “I love you,” I repeat. I really want to hear him say it. I’m the emotionally distant one that withholds affection. Not Alejandro.

  He pulls up my legs and places them on his shoulders as he kneels in front of me. He massages lube into my rim, and then over the condom on his cock. His slippery finger enters me with a swirl. I’m relaxed and ready. My legs are kept high as the tip of his cock presses to the entrance of my hole. He pushes into me slowly until he’s seated deeply inside. Our mouths touch and our tongues twist together. His hips move, and he slides in and out of me. A flush crawls up his skin as the intensity of his thrusting increases. I tip my pelvis up so I can take more of him.

  When he stops thrusting and presses deeper inside me, I know he’s about to come. With his breath coming in short, quick gasps, he twitches his hips. A gurgle and a groan come out of his throat. He comes inside me as his mouth holds mine.

  I bring my legs down as he slides out of me. He rolls me onto my stomach. My legs and my cheeks are spread. He slides back into me and falls onto my back. This is how I want to fall asleep. Covered in him.

  “I love you.” He kisses my shoulder, and then lays his head down again. “Tell me something.”

  “Anything,” I mumble. I know we have to get up and go to the party. But I don’t want to. I want to stay in bed.

  “Do you think Hortense and Olga are going to devour me?”

  “Yes. Do you want me to be there?”

  “Yes.” He kisses my shoulder again. “It’s a new first for both of us. New first. New start. I love you. Don’t ever piss me off again.”

  I smile. I wonder what adventures are in store for us. I know, if nothing else, it’s going to be exciting, erotic, and memorable.

  The End

  About the Author

  Were I to write a personal ad about myself it would read as follows:

  Blond. Blue. 5’6”. A lady never discloses her weight, but I’ve never had any complaints. I only run if I’m being chased by a gun wielding maniac, but I do love yoga. Bit of a shoe hound. Have had issues passing up handbags. Trying to learn to play the Irish harp. Enjoy both theater and concerts. Love to read fantasy and science fiction. Am not ashamed to admit I adore Star Trek. Have a picture of myself (dressed as a nun) and the late Patrick Swayze (dressed as a medieval warrior) in a frame (Yes – I did cry when he died). Perpetual student with advanced degrees that are mostly useless when seeking job opportunities outside academia. Vivid imagination. Sexually adventurous only on paper. I never know what to say when people end a conversation with ‘god bless’. Occasionally play the lottery – but generally only when I’m feeling really poor. Love to travel. Fluent French speaker. Seeks readers whom enjoy what I write.