The Casanova Experience: A Friends to Lovers Romance (Ballers Book 2)

by Mickey Miller

  She looked at me with a smile. “You’re such a perv. You know that, right?”

  “With you, it’s hard not to be. It’s very hard.”

  “Is it…hard?”

  “See for yourself,” I said. “I dare you.”

  I felt her hand in my front pocket, reaching around. She smiled at me as she searched. Then her eyes widened, her lips parted, and her voice sounded almost moan-like. “For the love of God Chandler.”

  She removed her hand and placing it on my chest as she got on her tippy toes so her mouth could reach my ear. “I’ve never told this to anyone. But you’re the only person who I feel like won’t judge me for saying what I’m thinking. And Chandler, I can’t wait to get back to your place so I can feel that big, rock hard cock inside me.”

  “Fuck,” I said, gritting my teeth.

  I was learning a hidden talent of Amy’s: she could match my dirty talk pound for pound. With every heartbeat of mine, I felt my cock harden. Shit. At this rate I was going to be walking around in the club with a full blown erection pushing it’s way out of my pants like a spring daisy.

  “It’s true,” she added, and then smiled. “I’ve wondered ever since I first saw you that day in the shower.”

  I took another sip of my Gin and Tonic and let out a short laugh.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Well, if we are in full confessional mode, I’ve definitely rubbed many out to the fantasy of going down on you.”

  Her eyes got all doe-eyed again. “You have? I mean, aside from the time I caught you? I’ll never forget watching you double fisting yourself and saying my name.”

  “Yes. And tonight, you’re going to ride my face with that sexy pussy of yours. Got it?”

  “Fuck, Chandler.”

  I wrapped my hand gently around her hip, the bottom half of my hand falling on the curve of her ass. “It’s true. I’ve always wondered what you taste like.”

  “Chandler, you need to stop.”

  I scrunched up my face at her, confused. “What? Why?”

  She looked around to make sure no one was listening. “You’re making me wet, and I only have on a thong.”

  “Christ.”

  I looked down at my little Amy, hot as fuck, sexy as hell in her little black thing.

  “Amy.” The way I spoke her name was personal. It was meant just for her and only her, even though we were at the bar with a sea of people around us.

  She leaned her head back a little bit, and I didn’t even think about what I was doing. I just acted. One of my hands pulled her hips into me and I leaned my face down to touch my lips to hers.

  Her lips were soft. As we kissed, she let out a noise that was half moan and half purr. After a minute or two, we came up for air.

  “Fuck me,” I growled.

  “You felt that too?” Amy asked.

  “That was fucking insane,” I answered. “I’ve never had a kiss like that.”

  “I want more.” I could see the greed in her eyes, and I could relate. I wanted the whole damn thing.

  I was about ready to just ask her if she wanted to head home when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

  “Chandler!” I heard the high-pitched, squeaky voice behind me, and the smile disappeared from my face. I turned my head to look at her, though I already knew who it was.

  Bethany was tall, much taller than Amy, and all dolled up tonight. She had applied maybe three times the amount of makeup Amy had on, and just about everything that could be showing, she was showing.

  “So funny to run into you here!” she squealed and came in for a hug. I gave a quick one and quickly disengaged, including politely shaking her off me but she stuck close to me.

  I didn’t need to look at Amy’s face to see the icy look she was sending to Bethany. I already knew what she was thinking. Just this morning, Nina; and now, Bethany. Ghosts of past hookups showing up whenever Amy and I were connecting was apparently going to be my lot in life.

  “Um, hi,” I said, without any enthusiasm and didn’t smile. Bethany completely missed my point.

  “You’re here with your…friend?” she asked with an air of disdain.

  I was about to tell her to take a hike, but before I could, Amy grabbed my arm with both hands and stared Bethany down. “Well, we’re not just friends. I’m Chandler’s amigovia.”

  “Oh?” She paused awkwardly for a moment, staring back and forth at me and Amy. “Well then. Have a good night.”

  Amy watched Bethany as she walked away. I felt the tips of her fingernails dig into my arm. “Another one-night stand?” she asked, her voice colorless. I read it all in the way she looked at me. She was remembering why she’d made up the pact, and why she needed to enforce it.

  “Forget her,” I said, trying for soothing but I could tell it just pissed her off. “She doesn’t matter.”

  “Oh? Is that it? So there’s nothing between you?” Amy let go of me and began to furiously suck down her drink until the straw was pulling air through it, and ordered another. I finished mine to keep pace with her. “I almost forgot about your revolving door.”

  I didn’t like the deadness to her eyes or her voice. It felt liked I’d wounded her in a way that I would never be able to heal. I watched as the hurt dissipated from her face and her guard went back up.

  She started ordering drinks like she was on a mission, taking back shots like they were water. “Amy, what the fuck?” I said, alarmed. “You’re gonna get hammered!”

  She looked at me, and this time her stare was blank. She looked like a stranger. “Exactly,” she said, her voice cold.

  We’d already had a bottle of wine each, and several drinks. I’d drunk the same as her, and I’m over two hundred pounds of muscle. I did the math on Amy’s short petite frame, and even though she could hold her alcohol, I knew where this night was heading.

  She was getting shit-faced. She was going to drink this night out of her head. Erase the truths we’d finally been able to say aloud. To each other.

  “Squirt,” I said, gently. “What are you doing?”

  “Don’t call me that.” She glared. “This was a dumb idea. And I’m embarrassed.”

  Expressionless, I set my shot glass down, because there was nothing I could do at this point. I’d fucked up. And the problem Amy had wasn’t with anything I’d said or done tonight.

  The problem she had was with who I was at my core.

  Who I’d been for so many years.

  The guy who sleeps with a girl and doesn’t call her back.

  They guy who gives a girl the best night of her life, or sometimes ten, and then gets bored and pulls the disappearing act.

  I couldn’t change who I am, and that was a deal breaker for Amy.

  I wasn’t going to plead. I wasn’t going to beg her.

  There was no sense in that.

  But, for the first time in my life, I felt a pang of something I had never felt before: regret.

  Because of my womanizing ways, now I’d never have the one girl who I could see a future with. The fact that I even wanted to attempt something more surprised even me but to have her, I’d have to be willing to give us a chance. And that meant something lasting, something more permanent. Did that mean the ‘forever’ kind? I wasn’t sure but for the first time, the idea of that appealed to me. Because it was Amy, and out of any woman I’d ever known, the memory of her had never faded. I knew that if I admitted that to her right now, she’d throw it back in my face. She’d say I would say anything to sleep with her when sleeping with her would just be the beginning.

  I considered taking another shot, to drown my own fucking sorrow, but I’d been down that road before, and it wasn’t something that interested me.

  Besides, someone was going to have to get Amy home tonight.

  I ordered a water and did what I could to control the train wreck that was unraveling before my eyes, history repeating itself.

  ***

  I helped Amy up the stairs to my apartment, half carrying
her so we could make it all the way up. When we made it to our floor, Jessica greeted us with her wagging tail. I led Amy to my bed and laid her across it.

  “Chandler!” she giggled, in full on shit-faced mode.

  I helped her pry off her fuck-me boots. Earlier in the night, I had fantasized about this very moment. But it had gone down much differently in my head.

  “What are you doing?” She seemed suddenly confused. “And where are we?”

  I took a deep breath and managed to get boot number one off her foot. That’s when she leaned back on the bed and smiled while she pointed her legs and arms toward the ceiling and wiggled them around.

  “Look Chandler, I’m a roly-poly on it’s back.”

  I chuckled slightly, but my mind was elsewhere.

  We had broken the pact, and for a couple of hours, it had been heaven. This had been the best night of my life.

  Until it wasn’t.

  “Squirt, calm down and let me get this other boot off.”

  “Okay,” she said, and looked at me with a cheesy smile that showed all her teeth. She propped herself up, swaying.

  “Chandler. You’re sad,” she said. “Why are you sad?”

  I looked at Amy, the glazed look in her eye, and I realized something. She wasn’t going to remember a damn thing about what I said tonight. I might as well relish the fact that, for one last night, I had my old friend to talk to. So I might as well be dead honest with her.

  “It’s a girl,” I said, pulling off the other boot and tossing it on the floor. I sat on bed, watching her. “She broke my heart. Or, maybe I broke hers. I don’t know. You have any advice for me?”

  Her jaw dropped and she was suddenly concerned. “Oh no. Oh no! Who broke your heart? What can I do to help?” She crawled forward on the bed, kneeled next to me, and rubbed my back. “What happened?”

  I shook my head and sat forward. “A girl who I liked for a really long time turned me down. And you know what, I can’t say I blame her. If I’m being honest with myself—it’s my fault. And I didn’t see that until tonight when something clicked.”

  “Oh my gosh.”

  Her hand kept moving in a circular motion on my back. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift around for a moment. When I opened them, I noticed her hand wasn’t on my back any more.

  I turned around. Amy had fallen back and was fast asleep in her sexy black dress, sleeping like an angel.

  Making me feel like the devil.

  I got up, poured a glass of water and took a couple of Advil myself, then set two pills on the nightstand where Amy would see them when she woke up. After I put her under the covers, I took off my boots, jeans, and shirt, and only threw on a pair of sweatpants. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and padded into the living room.

  Jess was already fast asleep on the couch.

  “Move on over little dog, this big old dog is moving in.”

  She grumbled as I laid on her favorite spot.

  “Oh come on, not you too.”

  She fussed, but moved to make space for me.

  I tossed the blanket I kept folded over the back of the couch and pulled it over me and tried to find my way to the Sandman, who had been so elusive lately.

  Nineteen

  Chandler

  I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours that night. I couldn’t be sure, but I think it was when Jess finally decided to jump down from the couch that I was able to fall asleep.

  Right as I was hitting what would have been my first decent REM cycle in days, I felt something warm touching me.

  I groaned and spun my body around so I was on my side. I opened my eyes, but didn’t see anything, so I closed them again.

  “Chandler,” the voice whispered.

  “That you, Angel Mary?”

  She giggled.

  “No silly. It’s me. Amy.”

  I must have been really out of it to not recognize Amy’s voice. I opened my eyes again, and she was sitting on the couch, still in her black dress from last night.

  “Hey. Move over,” she whispered.

  I lifted up the blanket and scooched my body toward the back cushions of the couch to make room for her. “How’s your head feeling, Squirt?” I mumbled.

  She slipped under the blanket and onto the couch, her body next to mine, touching mine. Um, okay. This was happening. Our bodies were touching.

  Hello.

  “It’s okay. Thanks to those Advils and water that my amigovio left me.”

  I smiled, ever so slightly.

  “Hey, give me this,” she said, reaching back and tugging on my arm.

  I loosened it, and she brought it over her side so we were full on cuddling.

  “Amy, I’m sorry about last night,” I said.

  “No, I’m sorry,” she said, stopping me. “I’m sorry I flipped my shit and turned into Mrs. Hyde. It’s just…seeing her touch you like she did triggered something in me. I’m not usually that illogical but I thought about the way I found David cheating on me, and I freaked.”

  “Understandable. And I have a history of being a womanizer. It’s not something I can change, unfortunately.”

  “But…you’re not sorry about breaking off the pact?”

  She wiggled her ass further into me. Fuck. Morning wood was on its way.

  “Fuck no. Even just that one kiss was worth it. No regrets. Besides, that pact was outdated.”

  Moving in a slow, circular motion, Amy ground her ass into my cock. I slid my hand from her stomach up to her hip and felt the rhythm of her grinding. She spun her body around so we were facing each other. Both of our chests heaved, breathing deeply. We touched our foreheads together.

  “Squirt. If we’re going to do this, I have to know that you trust me.”

  She looked me in the eyes and I held her stare. “You won’t get with anyone else while I’m here? You swear?”

  “If we do this, I’m yours, and you’re mine, and that’s the way it’s going to stay until one of us says any different. Be it a week, or longer, whatever you want.” I kissed her, briefly. “I don’t care what label we put on it. Amigos. Novias. Amigovias. Whatever.” If I didn’t do this with Amy, I would regret it forever.

  She let out a moan, and said something that I couldn’t decipher.

  “Amy,” I said, holding her tighter to me, “do you trust me?”

  “Chandler,” she whispered.

  I raised a brow. “Yes?”

  In the single hottest thing a girl had ever done to me, she looked me dead in the eye while she slid a hand slowly down my body. She started at my chest, and ran her hand over my nipples before sliding it slowly down my abs, tracing every ridge. When she got to my waistband, she looked me in the eye; she traced her lips with her tongue, pausing for a moment before slipping her hand into my boxer briefs. She gripped the base of my now hard-as-a-rock cock, and her eyes widened.

  She spoke in a low whisper. “I might be crazy, but I do trust you. And also trust that you’ll fuck me so hard with this that I’ll be walking side to side.”

  “Fuck.” I groaned, and my eyes rolled in back of my head.

  I slid my hand from her hip and give her ass a squeeze. She moaned. “I love that.”

  “Me too.” I smirked back.

  “Chandler…are we really doing it?” she asked. “There’s no going back after this.”

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  We made out voraciously, our bodies becoming a mishmash of squeezing, moaning, groaning, grinding, pulling, rubbing, and dry humping.

  Her skirt rode up her legs until it was as high as her belly button. I slipped a hand onto her thong.

  “You’re wet already.”

  “Un-huh.”

  “Fuck that’s hot.”

  She pulled in my head and turned it a bit so she could whisper directly in my ear.

  “I already woke up and pleasured myself thinking what you would feel like.”

  “This morning?”

  “Uh-huh.”

&n
bsp; “Fuck.”

  She lifted her hips so I could pull her thong off with ease. I moved the tip of my middle finger in circles on her clit. She moaned while I gradually built the pressure. She ground her hips against me my finger, adding a little twist.

  “Do you like how my finger feels?”

  “I love it.”

  I covered her lips with mine for a kiss, then came back up. “You know what I’ve been dying to do?”

  “What?”

  I hooked a finger into her, and she moaned. I forced a second finger inside, and she got even louder. Before I could go any further, I pulled them out.

  “I’ve been dying to see what you taste like.”

  I licked my own two fingers.

  “Oh God, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said.

  “You’re sweet, almost like honey.”

  Before she could respond, I threw the blanket off and wrapped my arms around her legs then picked her up in a fireman’s carry. She squealed. “Where are we going?”

  “The couch is fine and all, Squirt, but we should do this on the bed.”

  I gave her a light smack on her ass. She moaned.

  “What are we going to do, exactly?”

  I pushed the door open with my foot and, once we were inside, dropped her down to her feet, catching her so there was no impact.

  I grabbed a fistful of her hair and inhaled. “Everything.”

  She put her arm behind me and dragged her fingernail lightly back and forth across my back.

  “What do you mean, everything?”

  “We’re going to do everything we should have been doing these past five years.”

  I lifted her chin toward me with my finger and kissed her slowly and steadily. I took my time, savoring her lips.

  “Mmm,” she moaned.

  I tugged at her dress, which was still riding on her hips, and she aided me in slipping it off. She slipped her hand into my sweatpants and gave me a squeeze.

  “Oh God, Chandler.”

  I growled back at her, low and throaty, and nibbled on her ear. “I love the feel of your hand around me like that.”

  “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she whispered as she stroked her hand back and forth on my cock through my sweats.