Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  She looked even more bored than she had the day before.

  I couldn’t blame her. Sitting side by side with Selena, fan after annoying fan came up to the table and asked for an autograph. Sometimes the girls would make comments to me, and I watched Selena cringe every single time. I did my best to be diplomatic, although I really just wanted to tell them to fuck off.

  I hated smiling and lying. It wasn’t my fucking thing, but I had a mission to do, and I completed my missions. Plus, the better I did, the more likely it was that the brass would put me back into the shit, and that was what I wanted above all else.

  “Oh my god, Nash Bell.” The girl was short, had brown hair, and bright green eyes. Her tits were practically falling out of her shirt.

  “Hi there,” I said. “Who should I make this out to?”

  She leaned forward on the table, practically putting her breasts in my face. I leaned back slightly. “Make it out to Lucy,” she said. “And please, write down exactly how you like to get your cock sucked.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “You know I’m married, right, Lucy?”

  “I know,” she said, “and I’m okay with that. She can join in.”

  I shook my head and glanced at Selena. She made a gagging face and I smiled.

  Lucy, There are plenty of single guys out there for you. Nash.

  Lucy was not going to like my inscription, but I handed it back to her with a smile.

  She slipped me a piece of paper. “Call me if you want to fuck me.”

  “No, thanks,” I said, but she was already walking away.

  “Can you believe that?” Selena asked me.

  I laughed, shaking my head. “They’re usually at least a little subtle.”

  “I can’t believe women do that.”

  “It’s a fame thing, I guess.” I grinned at her. “Plus, I am very good looking.”

  She sighed but smiled.

  The day dragged on that way. My hand was starting to get tired, and I could tell that the endless parade of sluts throwing themselves at me was starting to grate on Selena.

  I knew it wasn’t really about her being jealous, but on some level it had to be. I mean, sure, it was disrespectful either way, but she had to be at least a little jealous.

  After two hours of signing, I leaned close to her. “Bored?”

  “I think I might die,” she said. “Actually die.”

  “Let’s get out of here.”

  “What?”

  “Come on,” I said, standing up. “Let’s go.”

  She looked at me like I was nuts. Liv walked over to me. “What’s the problem, Nash?” she asked.

  “Taking a break,” I said.

  She frowned. “No break scheduled.”

  “Too bad. I’m tired and so is my wife.” I grabbed Selena’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “We’ll be back soon.” I turned and quickly walked away, heading for the back door.

  Selena kept up with me. “Wait. We can’t leave!”

  “Fuck yeah we can.” I pushed open the back door and we walked outside.

  She laughed as we moved away, putting distance between us and my horde of adoring fans. Brown’s campus was beautiful, and we walked fast away from the bookstore, heading deeper between the buildings.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” she said after a minute. “I’m getting paid some insane hourly rate just to sit there, you now.”

  “I know,” I said, grinning. “I was bored too. You’re just my excuse.”

  “Ah,” she said, smiling. “The truth comes out.”

  We kept walking together, slowing our pace down. “Do you miss it?” I asked her.

  “Miss what?”

  “Your school. Your friends. Home. You left a lot for this.”

  “Yeah, I guess so.” She frowned. “I hadn’t really thought about it, honestly. I guess I don’t miss it that much.”

  “You’re too busy having fun with me.”

  She gave me a look. “Not exactly. Although I do like the room service.”

  “You like the room service from me, specifically.”

  “Aren’t you exhausted?” she asked. “I mean, how can you hit on me after all that?”

  “Used to it, I guess.”

  “You’re good with them, you know.”

  I shrugged. “I guess so. That’s probably why this whole thing even happened.”

  “What?”

  “The fame. I didn’t really expect my book to take off like this, but here I am.”

  She nodded. “Yeah. You don’t seem like the fame type.”

  “But you get it now.”

  “I do. I don’t know how you’ve done it. I’m exhausted and it’s only been a little while.”

  I grinned and put my arm around her. She didn’t move away. “You’ll get used to it.”

  “Maybe,” she said softly. “By the way, I was meaning to ask: Where did you disappear to last night at dinner?”

  I glanced at her. “The bathroom.”

  She looked confused. “No. You didn’t go toward the bathrooms. You went outside.”

  “Oh. That. I had to meet a donor out there.”

  She nodded but didn’t say anything. We walked together like that in silence, enjoying the view. We were like normal people for a second, even a normal couple. It felt good to have my arm around her, felt good to not be smiling or acting fake for a fucking change.

  “What’s your plan after all this?” she asked me after a few minutes.

  “After the tour?”

  “Yeah.”

  I shrugged. “I want to get reinstated. Go back overseas, fight for my country.”

  She frowned. “Is that really possible?”

  “I think so, yeah,” I said.

  “So you want to leave.”

  “Guess so. I’m a SEAL after all. It’s what we fucking do.”

  She nodded again. “I know. I know you keep saying that. I just thought—I don’t know. I wasn’t sure how serious you were.”

  “It’s who I am, babe,” I said softly.

  She stopped walking and looked at me. We were in an empty part of campus, a small walkway between two buildings with lots of shrubs and trees. We were alone, very alone, and I was suddenly very aware of that.

  “You’re an asshole, you know that?” she said.

  “Yeah,” I said, grinning at her. “And you want me.”

  “Yeah,” she said, “I do.”

  She pressed herself against me and I kissed her hard.

  Fuck. It was like lightning through me. Her lips were incredible, her taste, her body. She kissed me hard, our mouths pressed together, lips working, tongues touching, bodies close. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed her hair, taking her, making her mine.

  The kiss was intense, passionate, all the built-up energy exploding outward.

  And then she pulled back and pushed me. I stumbled a step back into the bushes. She pushed me again, this intense look on her face.

  I pulled her after me. “You want this now, don’t you?”

  She reached down and began to unbuckle my pants. “Just shut up,” she said.

  I grinned at her as we moved back into the bushes. I stopped, my back up against the wall of the building.

  She stared at me, lust filling her eyes, as she pulled down my pants and pressed her hands down my briefs, grasping my thick, hard cock.

  23

  Selena

  I couldn’t stop myself from thinking it as soon as he spoke.

  I don’t want him to leave.

  I knew the deal from the beginning. Nash didn’t want to be in the limelight, didn’t want to be famous. That was all fine, since I figured he’d still want to be in the country. But it wasn’t until that moment, when he let his guard down ever so slightly, that I really understood.

  Nash wanted to leave. He wanted to get back into combat, back overseas, back into traveling around the world fighting terrorists.

  And that meant leaving me.

  I didn’t know
what came over me. I didn’t know why I cared so much, but the idea of him going back into combat drove me crazy. I knew who he was; I knew that was a part of him. But for some reason when he said it out loud, in that moment I couldn’t stand it.

  And so I pressed myself against him and kissed him hard. He tasted good, so damn good, and I couldn’t stop myself.

  I was going insane, losing my mind. We were in public after all, and Nash was a very famous person. We couldn’t get caught doing stuff like this without a hundred articles getting written about it.

  And I really didn’t want an article about how I had pushed him into the bushes, up against a wall, and shoved my hand down his pants.

  But there I was, grasping his thick cock, slowly stroking his length. I was so wet, my mind absolutely blank as I began to work him, kissing his sweet mouth, his rough hands on my body.

  His pants were down around his ankles as I worked his cock. I slipped my hand down his briefs and grasped him, slowly sliding along his length.

  “Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “I like when you take control.”

  I smiled at him. “I knew it. You’re into some kinky stuff.”

  He grinned. “Only when it comes to you, babe.”

  I removed my hand and licked it, staring into his eyes, and then pressed it back down his briefs. I continued to work his thick cock with my spit-covered hand, rolling up along his skin.

  He grunted in my ear. “God damn that mouth is so sexy,” he said.

  “Do you like this?”

  “I love it. I love the way you taste. Fuck, everything about you.”

  He was so hard in my hand, absolutely rock hard. My heart was pounding in my chest, both from fear of getting caught and the pure excitement of his magnetism.

  Without another thought in my mind, I dropped down to my knees. I pulled his briefs down, revealing his hard cock.

  He grinned down at me. “Anyone can catch us,” he said.

  “Scared?”

  “Not at fucking all,” he said, taking my head. I opened my mouth as he pressed his cock between my lips, salt and skin and more, and he groaned.

  I began to suck him that way. My lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, I sucked him hard and slow, looking up at him. Part of me wanted someone to walk in on us; for some crazy reason that only made me soaking wet. I wanted everyone to know how I sucked Nash Bell’s big, hard cock, made him groan, made him hard as hell.

  He pressed my head down, pushing his cock into my throat. “Fuck. I knew you were bad,” he said. “I knew you wanted this cock. Swallow my fucking cock, girl. I want you to suck me off nice and hard.”

  I worked him that way, letting his cock slip down my throat as I bobbed, my head moving forward, my lips sucking him hard. I kept my hands on his thighs, letting him thrust slightly into my mouth, letting his thick cock reach into my throat. I took every inch of him, loving the way he groaned, the dirty things he said.

  “I love fucking that pretty mouth,” he said, “almost as much as I love fucking that pretty cunt.”

  I pulled back, jerking him off as I looked up at him. “I want you to come in my mouth,” I said. “I want to taste it.”

  He grinned at me. “How could I say no to that? Fuck, girl, you suck cock like you were born for it.”

  I reached down and pulled my shirt up, exposing my breasts covered only by a black bra. Then I went back to work, slipping his cock between my lips and sucking it hard.

  He reach down and felt my breasts, moving his hand under the bra to tease my nipples. “God I love your body,” he said. “I can stare at these fucking tits all day long while you suck me off.”

  I continued to work him, jerking his shaft off as he pressed deep into my mouth. His strong hands gripped my hair as I sucked him. I felt the dirt under my knees, the wind along my neck and breasts and was wild for him, absolutely mindless.

  I kept sucking his cock, taking him. He groaned as I pressed him deep down my throat, his hands pressing me down, his hips thrusting into my mouth. I let him fuck my mouth that way, taking his thick cock, making him feel good, driving him wild. I was beyond soaking wet, mindless with lust and pleasure, needing every inch of him, starving for his cum.

  “I want you to swallow ever ounce of my cum,” he said. “I want you to take every inch. You dirty girl, I want to come in that pretty mouth.”

  I kept working him, my hand jerking, my lips sucking. He felt my breasts, pressed my head down, pulled my hair. I let him fuck my mouth and it only made me that much hotter, that much wetter, a mess of desire and need.

  “Fuck I’m so close,” he whispered. “Keep sucking that cock. Work that cock, Selena.”

  I sucked him, not caring about anything, being sloppy and hungry and more. I jerked him off and let him fuck my mouth, sucking with my lips and tongue, working him fast and hard.

  “Fuck,” he said. “Oh shit, I’m going to come down that fucking throat.”

  He grunted and groaned, and in that moment I heard footsteps.

  People were coming. And so was Nash. His hot load of cum filled my mouth, and I continued to suck him hard. He stifled his grunts and groans, clearly having heard the people approaching, but didn’t let me pull away.

  The footsteps got closer.

  “. . . and then he totally paid for dinner!” came the voice of a young girl.

  “Oh my god, you’re so lucky, Tina.”

  “I know, right? He was such a gentleman. I was thinking about letting him get to second base tomorrow.”

  “Really?” the second girl squealed. “Tina, you’re so bad.”

  “I know, right?”

  Meanwhile, Nash’s cock was deep in my throat, his cum slowly sliding into my mouth. I took every inch of him as it slowly subsided. The two girls were feet away, just on the other side of the bushes, and I had Nash’s big dick still in my mouth, his load of cum sliding down my throat.

  “What are you doing next?” the second girl asked.

  “Well, I was thinking about teasing him a little. You know? Maybe send him a dirty picture.”

  “Tina!”

  “Just in a bra and underwear. Don’t worry.” The two girls giggled, and I heard their steps begin to get farther away.

  Finally, Nash finished and slid his cock from my mouth. I took a deep breath, swallowing every last drop of his cum. His stared down at me, grinning hugely.

  “That was close,” he whispered.

  The two girls were gone, their footsteps disappearing around the corner.

  I licked Nash’s cock, cleaning him off. “Too close,” I said, smiling.

  He laughed. “Fuck you’re incredible.”

  “I try.”

  He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, crushing me against him. He kissed my lips hard, and I returned his kiss, my heart hammering in my chest.

  That had been close. Those girls had been barely a few feet away, and if they had really looked our way, they would have seen Nash’s big cock in my throat. That would probably have scarred the poor girls for life.

  We broke the kiss off and laughed together. He held me as we laughed, clearly sharing the same thought.

  “Come on,” I said finally, getting a hold of myself. “We need to get back.”

  “Fuck the signing,” he said. “Give me a minute. I want to fuck that pussy right here and now.”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “No. We have to get back.”

  He grunted. “Fine. Your loss.”

  “Come on.” I pulled my shirt back down and then turned and walked back onto the path. He pulled his clothes back on and followed me.

  We walked back toward the signing that way. My head was buzzing with the excitement and the fear, the taste of his cum still on my tongue.

  I didn’t know what the hell had come over me. But I’d wanted him so badly in that moment, I couldn’t stop myself.

  That was what he did to me. It was scary, how quickly I could forget about anything but him.

  Scary and absolutely excit
ing.

  24

  Nash

  My whole damn body was buzzing as we walked back toward the book signing.

  The girl was incredible. One second she was pissed as hell at me, and the next she was sucking my cock in public like a pro. I couldn’t believe how intense and amazing she was, but I should have figured it out by now. She kept me guessing, and I loved that.

  But I felt like I was finally getting to know her as a person, and I was finally letting her know me. Yeah, sure, we were fake married and all, but we had never really known each other. I was getting more comfortable around her every day, feeling looser and better.

  Which maybe could be a bad thing. My sole mission, my real mission, was to get back into active duty combat. I couldn’t afford any distractions, even if that distraction sucked my cock and made me come like I’d never felt before.

  I needed her though. I needed her help in keeping up this charade, making my superiors happy, making America happy. I needed her in so many different ways that I was beginning to forget which was the truth and which was the lie.

  As soon as we walked back into the bookstore, I could tell something was up. The crowd was slowly dispersing, and Livy came up to us, looking annoyed.

  “What’s up, Liv?” I asked.

  “You guys took too long,” she said. “What were you doing?”

  “We just went for a walk,” Selena said quickly.

  Liv glanced at her and then back at me. “Come on. We have an interview scheduled for now.”

  “With who?” I asked.

  “Some women’s magazine. Cosmo, I think.”

  “Cosmo, you think?” I said, laughing, but Liv was already walking away. We hurried to catch up with her.

  She led us through the store and into the back. There was an employee lounge back there, which Liv hustled the two of us into.

  “We can use this,” she said. “The Cosmo person will be here soon.”

  “No cameras?” Selena asked.

  “No. Just an interview.” Liv nodded and then left.

  I looked at Selena. “Ready?”

  “I guess so.”

  “Don’t worry. It’s not taped, so it’s a lot easier.”